She screamed out, body quivering and trembling as her orgasm overtook her. I continued torturing her with my tongue and fingers, not wanting her to ever come down. Wanting her to stay in the clouds with me forever.
When her shivers began to wane, I inched back up her body. Her lips were on mine in an instant, her kiss searing every inch of me with need.
Pulling back to meet her eyes, I stroked my erection, bringing it up to her center.
“This isn’t just sex for me, Julia,” I murmured, wanting her to see the truth in my words. To feel the truth in my words. She may not have wanted to hear this…for me to make a final stand, so to speak…but she deserved to know. “It never has been.”
I held her gaze, her lips parting, a response seemingly on the tip of her tongue.
But, as always, she refused to voice her feelings, suppressing them instead.
“Let me feel you,” she begged, fingers digging into my back.
Groaning at her achingly perfect touch, I slowly pushed into her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, expression one of pure bliss.
I covered her lips with mine as I moved inside her, wordlessly trying to show her with my deliberate, gentle rhythm how much she meant to me. How much I admired her.
How much I needed her.
“Look at me, Julia,” I demanded.
She snapped her eyes to mine, the green hue dark with want.
“Stay with me,” I murmured, needing the reminder that she was still here with me, even if it was fleeting.
“I’m here. I’m with you.”
“Oh god,” I exhaled, the feeling of her around me almost more than I could handle.
I buried my face in her neck, sucking and kissing as I rocked my hips against her. This wasn’t the relentless fucking that had been our norm only a few days ago. Hell, only a few hours ago. This was different in every way possible.
Because this was goodbye.
I crashed my lips against hers, my thrusts becoming more determined, yet still filled with the veneration she deserved.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, fingers threading through my hair. “Fall with me,” she murmured.
Her words were my undoing, pushing me over the edge as she clenched around me. I drove into her, unable to stop feeling her, savoring her, worshipping her, until I stilled. Letting out a strangled cry that was a combination of euphoria and despair, I jerked through my release at the same time as she rode out her own orgasm in one incredible moment of bliss.
Our ragged breathing echoed in the room as we remained a mess of arms and legs, neither of us wanting to pull away. Not wanting this moment to end.
Not wanting us to end.
But there never was an us.
And there never would be.
Once my heart rate returned to somewhat normal, my lungs able to capture enough air, I met her gaze, silent tears sliding down her cheeks. I offered her a sad smile, fighting against my own emotions.
Gradually bringing my forehead to hers, I closed my eyes as we connected alo to alo.
Soul to soul.
Heart to heart.
One last time.