Page 28 of The Sting of Love
Something happened to her. Something that made her cry. I haven’t thought about it on purpose because I have a feeling it’s a guy. Some man who hurt her. I know I’m the rebound, but that doesn’t make me want to leave her bed any more than the fact that I have things I have to take care of.
I’m soothing her by being here, and while I’m here with her, I want her to think of only me. Nobody else.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I tell her, and a saucy smile brightens her beautiful face.
One more time, and I’ll try to leave. I’ll try harder this time.
My beautiful goddess gets on her hands and knees, and I admire her pretty pussy. I look over the perfection of her as she pushes her lush ass into the air, ready for me to take her. I allow my gaze to follow the perfect outline of her curves and her breasts hanging before her like large pink-tipped melons with the nipples pebbled. What I love more is the way she’s willing to give herself to me.
She wants me, and I want her. No questions required, just this infernal desire for each other.
I lick over her mound and stroke her entrance, inhaling her arousal. It’s feminine and sexy just like she is.
I relish the feel of her and get ready to make her mine all over again. She belongs to me in these moments. I know I can’t keep her, but right now she’s mine. In these moments when we join like that and I take her, she’s my girl. My doll. And I’ll live out the fantasy however I choose.
I line up my cock and push into her, inching in slowly as opposed to the usual way that I’ve been taking her. If this is one last time, then I want to remember it.
I push in deep, and she winces, grabbing her breasts so she can massage her nipples. The sight is so erotic and hot it makes my mouth water and I have to swallow hard to keep from drooling. Her continuous play of her nipples makes me lose control of the slow rhythm I was going for, and I start to fuck her hard.
She stops her caress and presses her hands into the bed to keep herself from falling over. I take the chance to grab her hips tighter so I can get a firmer grip as I pump into her harder. When my balls tighten in response to the pounding, I know I’m nigh on release, but still I hold on and try to fight it. She feels too good and even better when she cries out as her orgasm takes her.
Her walls wrap around my cock tight and squeeze me like a vice, and I blow into her, feeling drained. We both give in and surrender control. But fuck… I’m left wanting her more than I did moments ago.
It’s the same thing all over again. I want her, and one more time and one last time won’t cut it.
She collapses onto the stack of pillows when I pull out of her, and I slip off the bed, heading into the ensuite bathroom to grab some tissues to clean off my cock. I catch sight of myself in her mirror and am shocked by the glow on my skin.
The guys would have a field day if they saw me like this. Shit. I can’t even laugh at myself because what am I doing?
She must have questions. She hasn’t even asked me how I found her, and I get the feeling that she’s fighting reality just as much as I am.
I grab some tissues for her and walk back out to hand them to her.
She’s glowing too, and her skin looks more sun-kissed with an afterglow of wild sex with me.
I smile as I watch her clean herself off, and I’m just about to reach for her again when the door pushes open.
“I bought bonbons and—” says a classy-looking woman with a grocery bag.
I just about manage to grab the pillow to cover my cock before her mouth drops and Willow shrieks, covering herself too.
I guess that’s her aunt, or maybe it’s a friend. I imagined her aunt to be much older, but the woman before us barely looks any older than Willow. The only thing that makes me think she’s the aunt is the slight resemblance. It’s the bright blue eyes.
“Oh my God… I’m so sorry. I’m leaving,” the woman says quickly, but I don’t miss the approving smile she gives Willow before the door closes.
I look over at Willow. Her skin’s red with embarrassment, and she’s doing her best not to look it.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes, bringing one hand up to her cheek. She shakes her head. “She was supposed to be away until tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I answer with a smirk and glance down at my nakedness. I look like an idiot with the pink pillow covering my dick. “I guess I should go.”
There, this is it. My chance. A good excuse to leave, and when I do, there’ll be no excuse to come back. Other than the fact that I want to see her again. I just shouldn’t.
When I look back to her, the dimness in her eyes is noticeable. She knows this is the end of our fling. What I should do is say goodbye and leave well enough alone. She seems to have enough on her plate, and I really doubt that she needs my ass adding to her problems.
I’m looking at her, though, and I see that need for me return to the depths of her gaze.
I’m looking straight at her and know I won’t utter any form of goodbye from my lips. I’m one crazy fucker who’s going deeper down a rabbit hole, and I’m not listening to that voice of reason that’s trying to call me back. It’s trying to instill some sense in my thick head that’s filled with lust for this woman.
