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Thrusting in and out.
One hand went to the back of my thigh as he twisted slightly, going deeper.
I groaned as I fisted the headboard.
His body was rocking, making my body move in tandem.
His veins were popping.
Muscles rippling.
“Get there, baby. Fuck. Please.” He said.
I panted, “Thumb. Clit. Now.”
He moved his hand to my pussy and then thumbed my clit, circling it.
And then... like a rocket, I shot straight into orbit.
He followed me, not even a few seconds later.
He collapsed on top of me for one beat, two beats, and then he rolled off me, got up, and headed to the bathroom.
I tried to swallow down the hurt that it caused.
That he didn’t want to cuddle.
That he didn’t want to talk.
Why did it feel as though he couldn’t wait to get away from me after we were intimate?
But then I recalled my thoughts from last night.
I could do this.
I totally could.
I was a liar.
***
One Week Later...
Xander had just left my apartment after a mini sex marathon that had consisted of him walking in while I had been bent over the edge of my couch trying to get the blanket unstuck.
He had told me that my ass in the air had been his undoing.
And yes... he had groaned every single time he slammed into me from behind as he palmed the globes of my ass.
Just then, my phone pinged with an email.
I tagged my phone, unlocked it, clicked on the email, saw the title, and then I squealed.
And of course I had to text Xander.
Me – Just got word on the dates for graduation!
Xander – Can’t wait.
