She breaks apart for me, coming for long moments, crying out my name with tears falling down her cheeks from the sheer intensity.
She squeezes me so damn well, triggering my release. Thrusting inside her one more time, I bottom out, coming undone as I fill her with my cum.
Only after I soften do I slip out of her.
Burying my face in her neck, I cup her pussy, scooping the cum that is leaking down her thighs back inside her.
We stay like this for long minutes that pass in the blink of an eye. She stiffens in my arms, announcing paradise has ended, then wiggles out of my embrace.
“Let me wash you.” I need to tend to her.
She offers a small nod, but she keeps her eyes closed, once again locking me out.
From her hair to her toes, I don’t leave a spot uncared for. Then I follow her out, needing to remain in her space before she shuts me out for good. As she shimmies into a bathrobe, I pluck the dryer from the cabinet and pat the counter. She mumbles something unintelligible but hops up, feeding me a crumb of hope.
There’s not even an inch of space between us, yet an invisible crater divides us. I don’t know how to bridge it, but I won’t stop trying until my last breath.
She looks so damn beautiful, making my heart stop and pulse again with her out-of-this-world beauty, especially now, with her delicate cheeks flushed, her brown eyes shining even more intensely, and her immaculate skin glowing.
Her brownish-blonde strands flow through my fingers like decadent silk, the tips falling short below her collarbone, framing her gorgeous face. She’s a masterpiece.
Once her hair is dry, I put the hair dryer back in the cabinet, knowing what she’s about to do without her even having to open her mouth.
“It won’t help,” she whispers and slips away from me.
“I didn’t have that impression when you came on my tongue and cock and melted in my arms just a few seconds ago.”
She cusses under her breath and is about to leave the bathroom when I add, “You know just as fucking much that we’re unavoidable.”
“I wouldn’t. You made sure of that by erasing my memories.”
She storms out, and I slam a fist into the mirror, splintering it. My image reflects in hundreds of broken pieces, distorting my features, the perfect representation of my insides.
She rushes back inside and puts her hands on her waist. “Great. You’re worse than a damn child.”
I am about to pass her when she grips my hand, putting all her strength into keeping me in place. “You’re going to bleed on the floor.”
“Sorry for the inconvenience,” I grumble, voice thick with sarcasm.
She pushes me against the counter, rummages through the cabinet, and pulls out tweezers, disinfectant, and first aid cream.
“I’m fine.”
“Sure. And patching you up is getting annoying.”
“Then stop.”
She glares at me, hard enough to incinerate me before she tends to my battered knuckles.
“You care.”
“I care you don’t die and no one finds me in time.”
“Liar.” At least that’s what I want to believe.
She arches a brow, challenge dripping from every pore. “So sure? Tell me the code and see how fast I am gone.”
Gone. Gone. Out of my life. Lost to me forever.
