I lift my arms and grab his neck. He leans in, his hard chest pressing into my back, his face touching mine. The scent and smoothness of his skin make me melt in his arms.
His lips graze the column of my neck again before he gently bites my flesh, and with a flick of his tongue, he soothes the sting.
He thrusts harder and stops, and my body vibrates like a violin.
“Don’t you fucking move,” he says in a rumbling, hoarse voice.
Anything could get me off now. Another thrust, another flick of his tongue, or a blow of air over my lips. A slight brush over my clit. A dirty word.
Anything.
His hand comes to my mouth and my tongue darts out and swirls, wet against his palm. He gives me his fingers, and I clamp my mouth on them.
“You need a dick in your mouth, baby,” he says, smiling at me.
His mouth starts loving my neck again, his teeth sinking into my skin as he sucks and marks my flesh. Rocking his hips, he rams into me.
It takes a couple of times before the tension breaks.
My body jerks, slamming against him. I’m pulsing and breaking. I’m shaking and gushing. He has one hand in my hair, the other over my mouth, the intense orgasm swirling between my legs, dragging me through a storm of pleasure.
His grip strengthens as he hammers me and shoots his load, hot cum dripping over me.
It takes moments of heavy breathing and gasping to regain control and calm down. Silence comes back into the room, along with the sound of the moaning wind and the whispers of the fire.
His palm slides down my back, a tender gesture followed by a gentle kiss on my shoulder. I reach back, running my fingers through the back of his hair. We’re still locked, and I’ve never felt him so close, yet something doesn’t feel right.
I glance in the mirror, trying to find his eyes, and I can’t. He looks at my back and slowly runs his hand up my side. As if he wants to lock the memory of my skin into his touch.
He no longer feels warm. He no longer feels close to me.
He takes a step back, and I pull my legs together. Sore, still shaking. I turn to him. His naked body is on full display, his hand cupping his groin as he trains his eyes on me.
A different light shines through his gaze.
A different man looks at me.
I feel the chill going down my back, the blaring sound of a warning blasting in my head.
And then I hear his words.
“When we go back... I’ll move out,” he says deadpan, his voice frosted like the night outside.
I blink a few times, unable to voice a thought. My legs start shaking, and my knees are about to give in.
I slide my hand over the mattress, trying to regain my balance. His eyes hold mine. And that’s the scariest thing of all.
I see no hesitance. No second thoughts. It’s hard to tell whether he planned it for a while or he just made up his mind.
It doesn’t really matter.
“What about your work?” I ask in a shaky voice.
“I can do it until you find a replacement or not. It’s up to you. I really don’t care.”
We share a few moments of silence.
“Why Jaden?”