Page 38 of Between Now & Heartbreak

I want the power to turn back time like I’ve never wanted anything – except her.

I know can’t.

But right now, I’ll pretend I’m a titan and she’s my fucking queen and I’ll fuck her like I have the power to bend the world to my will.

She clings to me, taking every inch I give her.

There’s no thinking.

There are no words.

This is destiny meeting its opportunity and grabbing hold with both hands.

No way this isn’t right.

Our breaths synch, and our bodies find a rhythm of give and take that makes the rest of the world fall away.

She calls my name, her lips still on mine and I open my eyes. She’s watching me, her heavy lidded gaze full of limpid satisfaction. Satisfaction tugs her lips up in a lopsided, contagious grin.

“Hi, Queen Beth.”

“Hi, King Carter.”

“You feel amazing.” I grind my hips against her.

I brush hair off her face and lean in kiss her, gently this time.

And I fuck her the same.

“I’ve dreamed us like this, but this is so much better,” she sighs in my ear.

“Do you think about me when you make yourself come?”

“Yes, every single time.”

I pull out of her and pull her forward so her ass in on the edge of the desk.

“What are you doing? What’s wrong?” She looks dazed.

“Shhh, Nothing is wrong.” I stroke her thighs, spreading them open as I kneel in front of her. “I’m close. I don’t want to come alone.”

I fist my dick in one hand, and spread the lips of her pussy with the other. Just one glimpse at of her glistening, well fucked cunt is all it takes to send me over.

I put my lips to her clit and suck it the way I remember she liked it while I stroke through my climax.

When I’m done and I grab her hips and hold her still. I eat her until her thighs tremble and clench around my head while she and she grinds out her orgasm against my mouth.

I don’t ease up until she says she can’t take anymore and pushes my head away.

I press kisses to her inner thigh, and lick her off my lips.

She scoots away from me and tugs her skirt down. I put a hand on her thigh and she slides so it slips off and press her legs together.

The cold rush of reality brings an end to the bubble of nostalgia and need we’d slipped into. The tension between us goes from hot and urgent to cold and prickly in the blink of an eye.

Too late, my judgement and sense of self-preservation remind me that this woman was the architect of my heartbreak.

I may have stopped lying to myself, but she hasn’t.

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