Page 11 of Mostly My Girlfriend
As gently as I could, I slipped out of her then braced my hands on either side of her head while we both tried to breathe through our recovery.
“Okay,” I panted. “Now get on the bed so I can treat you like you’re my lover.”
She glanced at me over her shoulder. I could see the question in her eyes but there was no answer.
“Tonight, Jules. Tonight is our vacation from us.”
This time, she nodded. And got into bed so I could ravish her all night long.
* * *
The morning after the wedding
Julia
“I can’t,” I moaned. Not again. Not after what we’d done to each other’s bodies all night long. What time was it? It had to be morning, but I didn’t want to open my eyes.
I could feel him lifting my leg over his hip. We were on our sides in the bed and he was behind me. I could feel his erection between my ass cheeks, and I was so sore back there, I couldn’t even think about another round.
But then his hands were sliding down my belly and his fingers were teasing my clit, and instead of getting out of bed, I pushed against him.
“Yes. One more time,” he whispered into my ear. “Our last time.”
Last time. Because this was just a vacation. A time away from being who we were supposed to be. Only I didn’t know who that was anymore.
“Yes,” I said because I knew he meant it. He would let us have this night, but then he wouldn’t want anything else to change. He would want things to go back to the way they were, and I would have no choice. Because Ethan had always dictated what our relationship was going to be. From the first day we met.
He slid inside my pussy and it hurt and felt wonderful all at the same time. Just a slow, gentle rock of his cock inside me. So that I could feel his heartbeat against my back, so that I could feel his dick throb deep inside me.
He didn’t play with my clit so much as he just pressed his hand against me. Let me feel the pressure in front and inside. The orgasm washed over me so fast it nearly took me by surprise.
“Ethan,” I whispered, because I had no more energy to scream or cry out.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m not ready…”
I didn’t know what he was saying, but I could feel his body getting stiff, could hear the groan of his own orgasm in my ear. One hand he used to hold my hips steady for his fucking, but his other was wrapped around me, pressed between my breasts, fusing me to him. Or him to me.
I could feel myself drifting off, could feel his body relaxing around me. My last coherent thought was that this time he would remember. This time he wouldn’t forget it was me. At least I would have that.
But I also had to be the first one to leave the bed.
* * *
Later that morning
Ethan
It was the most surreal feeling. Waking up and thinking that everything had changed, and nothing had changed. I wasn’t going to regret it. I was just going to put it in the appropriate place it needed to be.
One night removed from all the others.
A vacation from reality. That was over.
I sat up in bed and Jules was sitting on the hotel room desk, back in her strapless dress. Her shoes dangling from her fingers while she must have been waiting for me to wake up.
I rubbed my face, wondering how the next few minutes were going to go.
“There is coffee, a glass of water, and two aspirin on the bed stand next to you.”
