I don’t know how long I can hold on for. The tingle running down my spine is telling me he is running out of time.
“Come,Bella.”
And come I do. I feel his release by his jerking and bruising squeeze on my ass. Opening my eyes to take him in, it’s so sexy to see him come undone.
When he finishes pulsing, we both stare at each other, heaving as we try to capture our breaths. I’m about to lean in to kiss him, but he drops to his knees again. Pulling me to the edge, he licks up my cum that’s mixed with his.
How am I meant to be with anyone else after this? One moment, he is fucking me, and the next, he is tenderly holding me in ways I have never experienced. I think he has wrecked me, and I can only hope it does the same to him.
But he is leaving today for New York and this fairy-tale is over.
He groans as he licks every drop before pulling back, his chin glistening from our desire. I swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat and watch him from under my hooded eyes as he rises. As I sit up, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me. His tongue hits mine, and it’s a unique taste to what I’m used to, but it’s ridiculously hot, and if I wasn’t spent, I’d be begging for another round.
But…he has to leave. Speaking of…
“What time is your flight?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I need to grab my phone off the charger and check.”
I nod and look over at the phone sitting in the corner, and I wonder if Sandra saw it. Nothing I can do about it now, so I shrug it off and watch him as he pulls his pants up, pecks me on the lips, and heads over to his phone.
“A couple of hours.”
“Okay, well, did you want a shower?”
He nods and says, “Please.”
I hop off the counter and pull my sweats up, grabbing his hand and walking him back up the stairs.
We shower together, then get dressed, before heading back downstairs for something to eat. “I have my car here. Did you want a lift to the airport?”
“That would have been nice, but my assistant scheduled a car for me already.”
Of course, they did.
And reality is really hitting me now.
Pushing it aside, I say, “That’s okay,” and step into his arms, holding him to me, trying to enjoy every minute I have with him before he walks out those bar doors and out of my life for good. Right now, I don’t know how I’m going to feel when he leaves.
“Thanks for everything last night. You were incredible,” he says into my hair.
I pull back, still clutching to him like a lifeline, staring into his mesmerizing eyes. His hands stay on my lower back, holding me close. Standing on my tiptoes, I bring my lips to his to take one last passionate kiss. One to save in my memory.
When he steps back, he says, “I’m going to miss you.”
I sigh. “Same.”
“I’ve got to go.”
“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” I say as we pull apart.
I wrap my arms around myself to prevent myself from begging him to stay.
“Me too, but I have to.”
He grabs my face and holds it, locking my eyes with his, and then presses his lips to mine in a knee-weakening kiss.
Why does this have to be a one-night thing?