Page 17 of Before I Should Leave
Smooth.
Eyes locked on mine.
Sweat dripping.
My nails dragging down his back.
He kissed me this time. Soft. Long. Moaning into my mouth as he whispered, “Keep lookin’ at me, beautiful.”
I did.
Through the pleasure.
Through the stretch.
Through the burn.
Until he started to lose it.
His strokes got sloppy. His moans deeper. “Fuck, Emani.”
I whispered, “Cum with me.”
And we did. Bodies crashing. Hands tangled. Mouths finding each other mid-breath. The kind of orgasm that didn’t feel like a release. It felt like relief. He collapsed next to me, chest rising, muscles twitching, breath ragged. I turned into him, leg thrown over his, face tucked into his neck.
Diesel’s arm wrapped around me without even thinking. Natural. Easy. We didn’t speak for a minute. Just breathed. Sweaty. Sticky. Glowing. Finally, he kissed my hair. “That was…”
I exhaled. “Don’t even got the words.”
He chuckled, chest vibrating under my cheek. “You good?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Better than good.”
He kissed my shoulder. “I meant what I said last night.”
“About?”
“Wantin’ to hold you while you slept.”
My smile pressed into his skin. “You did.”
“I still want to.” And just as I was about to drift again, my phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. We both groaned. I reached for it blindly. He mumbled, “Tell ‘em we busy.”
I laughed, breathless and sore, and flipped the screen.
Delta Airlines: Your flight departs at 6:45AM. Begin check-in now.
I stared at it, then turned to him. He blinked at me as I sighed. “I should leave.”
He pulled me closer, arm across my waist. “Gimme ten more minutes.”
Fifteen minutes later, I stood under the hot stream, steam curling around my body, hands pressed to the wall. The water didn’t just wash the night off—it tried to rinse off the feeling of having to leave.
But it couldn’t. Not when I felt Diesel step into the shower, all heat and muscle and hunger, his chest brushing my back, his hands already sliding up my waist like he was claiming something.
“You sure you wanna get on that flight?” he asked, voice thick, his lips close to my ear.
“No,” I whispered, my breath fogging the glass. “But I have to.”
