forehead. “I asked for the pain. Now it’s time to give you more pleasure. Let me show you how I can dry those tears.”
It was evident I’d gone batshit crazy. Nothing else could explain why I’d want this man to still have his hands on me. His next kiss was smooth, passionate, and nothing like before. He took his time running his fingers through my long hair as our lips played together. The warmth of his body reminding me once again how good he’d made me feel before we got distracted by ill feelings.
I wanted to forget his bought of irrational thinking and go back to how it was before.
Easton stopped abruptly and pulled back. “How I acted just now. It was out of line. I’m not into S&M. It’s just sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve to be happy.”
“Do I want to know why?”
“I’m already doing a great job making you hate me. You’ve suffered enough for one night.”
“How about we forget about our little spanking episode and get back to the good stuff? I’m not ready for you to leave yet, Easton Pratt. You want to be violent? Fuck me harder. That’s what I want from you. It’s how you‘re going to make me forget about what I’ll never get back.”
I can’t remember what time it was when we started having sex. By ten the next morning we were still going at it. He’d fucked me on my bed, on the floor, on the stairs, back down stairs, and in the shower again. When we stopped for breaks he’d feed me with his fingers, and talk to me about how his life could be different if he had a fresh start like I had. Never once did I wish I could visit him. I knew what this encounter was for both us. It was a one-time deal.
That’s why I wasn’t in total shock when he prepared to leave.
We’d been sipping on hot tea, looking at the heavy wads of snow falling from the trees. The sun had come out, and the sound of birds were loud enough to hear from indoors. It was like we were old lovers, settled in together, without a care in the world. I’d had the best sex of my life with a total stranger. I’d let go of my fears and let exploration lead the way.
“I wish there was a way for me to see you again.”
I looked over at him and smiled. “I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.”
“There’s probably something I should have said before we jumped into bed; something you should know about me.”
I worried about diseases. It would be my luck to contract something that would slowly kill me while I rotted away alone. “Did you give me herpes?”
He shook his head, acting like I was way off on my assumption. “No. It’s nothing like that.”
My mind traveled to another reason for a serious conversation. He was obviously married, and I’d rather not know than to think I was part of his infidelities. I’d already suspected as much. I placed my finger over his lips. “It doesn’t matter. What happened is done. We had fun, and now it’s time to say goodbye.”
“Oh, I see.” He smirked. “I suppose it’s better this way. I guess I should hit the road, before they come looking for me. I don’t want them anywhere near you.”
It was weird, but I figured he was being protective of me and what we’d just shared. After looking down the mountain at the charred remains of my friend’s cabin, I smiled and reached over to catch his hand. “Thank you for saving my life, and giving me something to remember you by. It’s a shame this is your last day here. Do you want my number? I don’t have my phone on all the time, but I check the messages.”
“Yeah.”
I grabbed paper, seeming desperate, and jotted down my number for him to take. “Did you still need to use the phone? It’s probably got a good enough signal.”
“No. It’s too late. Don’t worry about it.” He stroked the side of my face. “I’m glad we met, Amantha. You suck at cards, but you’re pretty damn good at a lot of other things. It’s good to know you’re okay up on this mountain. If we never meet
It was evident I’d gone batshit crazy. Nothing else could explain why I’d want this man to still have his hands on me. His next kiss was smooth, passionate, and nothing like before. He took his time running his fingers through my long hair as our lips played together. The warmth of his body reminding me once again how good he’d made me feel before we got distracted by ill feelings.
I wanted to forget his bought of irrational thinking and go back to how it was before.
Easton stopped abruptly and pulled back. “How I acted just now. It was out of line. I’m not into S&M. It’s just sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve to be happy.”
“Do I want to know why?”
“I’m already doing a great job making you hate me. You’ve suffered enough for one night.”
“How about we forget about our little spanking episode and get back to the good stuff? I’m not ready for you to leave yet, Easton Pratt. You want to be violent? Fuck me harder. That’s what I want from you. It’s how you‘re going to make me forget about what I’ll never get back.”
I can’t remember what time it was when we started having sex. By ten the next morning we were still going at it. He’d fucked me on my bed, on the floor, on the stairs, back down stairs, and in the shower again. When we stopped for breaks he’d feed me with his fingers, and talk to me about how his life could be different if he had a fresh start like I had. Never once did I wish I could visit him. I knew what this encounter was for both us. It was a one-time deal.
That’s why I wasn’t in total shock when he prepared to leave.
We’d been sipping on hot tea, looking at the heavy wads of snow falling from the trees. The sun had come out, and the sound of birds were loud enough to hear from indoors. It was like we were old lovers, settled in together, without a care in the world. I’d had the best sex of my life with a total stranger. I’d let go of my fears and let exploration lead the way.
“I wish there was a way for me to see you again.”
I looked over at him and smiled. “I’ll check my schedule and get back to you.”
“There’s probably something I should have said before we jumped into bed; something you should know about me.”
I worried about diseases. It would be my luck to contract something that would slowly kill me while I rotted away alone. “Did you give me herpes?”
He shook his head, acting like I was way off on my assumption. “No. It’s nothing like that.”
My mind traveled to another reason for a serious conversation. He was obviously married, and I’d rather not know than to think I was part of his infidelities. I’d already suspected as much. I placed my finger over his lips. “It doesn’t matter. What happened is done. We had fun, and now it’s time to say goodbye.”
“Oh, I see.” He smirked. “I suppose it’s better this way. I guess I should hit the road, before they come looking for me. I don’t want them anywhere near you.”
It was weird, but I figured he was being protective of me and what we’d just shared. After looking down the mountain at the charred remains of my friend’s cabin, I smiled and reached over to catch his hand. “Thank you for saving my life, and giving me something to remember you by. It’s a shame this is your last day here. Do you want my number? I don’t have my phone on all the time, but I check the messages.”
“Yeah.”
I grabbed paper, seeming desperate, and jotted down my number for him to take. “Did you still need to use the phone? It’s probably got a good enough signal.”
“No. It’s too late. Don’t worry about it.” He stroked the side of my face. “I’m glad we met, Amantha. You suck at cards, but you’re pretty damn good at a lot of other things. It’s good to know you’re okay up on this mountain. If we never meet
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