She stirs, rubbing her butt against my cock, and I swear my eyes cross. I grab hold of her hips to keep her still, thankful the box of condoms is on the bedside table closest to me. I might need to reach for one on a moment’s notice.
“I thought you were getting ready to leave me,” she murmurs.
Bending down, I drop a kiss on her neck. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“Hmm, I was pretending. Hoping I might wake up and find this was all just a dream.”
I’m a little disturbed by what she said. “That me and you were a dream?”
“No, that you having to leave is a dream.” She tilts her head so she can look up at me. “Can’t you just give up your life and stay here with me?”
I know she’s kidding, but I’m half tempted. Damn it, I really like this woman. A lot. Probably too much. I could say it’s just sex, but I’d be lying. There’s no denying the sex is good, yet there’s more between us.
For the first time in my life, I feel like there’s so much more.
And I can’t do anything about it.
I reach around so I can cover her breasts with my palms, kneading them gently. She practically purrs as she rubs her butt against me once more, her arms rising so she can clasp the back of my neck and thrust her boobs into my hands. She kicks the sheet away so her nakedness is completely on display, and I pause, studying her.
She’s beautiful. All lush, creamy skin and pink nipples and an even pinker pussy that tastes so damn good I can see myself getting a craving.
Screw that, I already have a craving.
I pluck at her nipples, tugging and pulling, noting how her legs scissor against mine, her body getting restless for me. Because she wants me.
Just as much as I want her.
“One last time?” I ask her, my hand drifting across her belly to settle on that needy spot between her thighs.
“Please.” Susanna spreads her legs a little, letting my fingers slip inside. She’s hot and wet, and with my other hand I reach for the open box of condoms, thankful when I get one between my fingers.
Releasing my hold on her, I open the condom wrapper and slip the rubber on, giving my cock a good tug after I roll the condom in place. I grasp her hips once more and slide in with ease, she’s so wet and used to me after all the fucking we did last night.
A moan escapes her and I close my eyes, breathing in her scent as I press my face into her hair. I keep still, my cock giving a little twitch every few seconds, urging me to get on with the show, but I don’t want to. Not yet.
I’m trying to draw this out as much as I can.
But Susanna’s impatient, and eventually, so am I. I give in to my needy dick and start pounding into her, my hands grasping as much of her ass I can, our bodies slapping against each other with my every thrust. Until we’re both groaning and coming and I shudder and shake, our mutual orgasms leaving us both gasping for air once it’s over.
The euphoric high from coming crashes in an instant when I realize that’s the last time I’ll fuck Susanna.
Maybe the last time ever.
“I need to get ready,” I tell her, pulling out of her body and heading for the bathroom so I can dispose of the condom. I keep my distance as I toss on a T-shirt and my underwear, then pull on a pair of black joggers. I gather up the rest of my clothes piled on the floor and dump them into the suitcase that’s sitting open on one of the hotel chairs.
Susanna is getting ready too. Pulling on a dark gray sweater and pair of leggings that she packed in the bag she brought with her yesterday, not even bothering with putting on a bra or a pair of panties, which surprises me. She tugs her hair back into a ponytail, her expression so forlorn that just looking at her breaks my heart.
So I keep busy and keep my focus off of her, checking my phone real quick to make sure I have my boarding pass in the airline app and that the flight hasn’t been delayed or canceled.
Unfortunately, it’s right on time.
But her mood permeates the room, and my mood is just as bad. It’s hard enough, having to leave her like this. Seeing her so sad, knowing that I’m the cause of her sadness, is not easy to deal with.
I’m zipping closed my suitcase when I feel her come up behind me, and when she wraps her arms around my waist and clings to me, her cheek pressed against my back, I heave a deep sigh, resting my hands on top of hers.
“You’ll let me know you make it home safely?” she asks, her voice quiet.
“Definitely.” I curl my fingers around hers and give them a squeeze. “We’ll keep in touch, Susanna.”