Page 40 of Crossing the Lines for Love

“Speak your mind.”

“Maybe we should take a step back. Not forever, but just until the season ends and you graduate.”

“What would be the point?”

“To make sure we want to continue to move forward.”

“To make sureyouwant to continue to move forward. I know what I want.”

“Niko, please don’t be upset.”

“I’m not upset, I’m hurt. I thought we were on the same page.”

“I love you, but this happened so fast. I want to be sure I’m ready to risk the future I thought I wanted for myself.”

“I want you to do what you need to do. Since this might be our last night together, can I make love to you one last time?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes, but this won’t be?—”

I interrupted her denial by pressing my lips against hers. She may not be ready to admit it, but tonight could very well be our last night together. It was the harsh reality I didn’t want to accept, but it was the truth.

My goal was to cherish every second we had left while savoring every delicious morsel of her body. Our mouths slowly danced for at least thirty minutes as my hands caressed the smooth curves, dips, and grooves of her body, and she did the same to me.

Although the tension was thick and we hadn’t spoken for hours, we still came to bed naked. I slipped my hand between her legs, and before I made it to her center, I felt her warm, sticky juices on the inside of her thighs.

“Damn, baby. I’m gon’ miss this shit right here,” I whispered.

“I already miss you.”

“I’ll be waiting for you whenever you’re ready to come back to me.”

“Mmm.” She moaned when I found her clit with my thumb.

“You gon’ come back to me, Aranda?” I applied pressure to her clit as my index and middle finger slipped into her pussy.

“Mmm, shit.”

“You gon’ come back to me?” I repeated.

“I love you, Niko.”

Her avoidance of my question almost knocked me off my square, but I was well aware you couldn’t believe anything a woman said when she was chasing an orgasm. Her response would’ve been null and void.

“I want you to cum on my fingers before you cum on my face and in my mouth before you cum on this dick. You hear me?”

Her pussy answered before her mouth could and covered my fingers in her essence. I removed my hand, slipping my middle finger into my mouth and licking it until her juices were gone.

“Open your mouth,” I demanded.

She opened wide, and I put my index finger inside, allowing her a moment to enjoy the taste of herself. When I thought she’d had enough, I dipped underneath the covers, slid my hands underneath her ass, and lifted her pussy to my face.

“Oh shit!”

I wanted to believe she’d come back to me, but I couldn’t be sure. In case she didn’t, I was determined to get my fill of her tonight. Before letting my dick communicate to her pussy how much I loved her, my mouth had a few things to say.

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