Do you?”
“I don’t either. Please don’t say things like that, things you can’t take back if you don’t mean it, Latch. It’s not your fault that Darrell caught us. My marriage has been fucked up for years now.”
My phone rings and I look to see a client calling. I hit the ignore button, wishing right now that there were no clients, no work, nothing at all but Abby and I.
“Work?”
“Uh huh. Why do you think things got fucked up?”
“He told me the other day that he’s never really loved me.” Tears cover her eyes and I pull her against my chest, holding her close to me. We sit together in silence and I wish that I could make everything better. That I could take away all of the pain and the complications, that really, I’ve caused.
“Why did you break your rule for me?” she asks.
Running the backs of my fingers up and down her arm, I rest my chin on her soft hair and respond, “Because for once in my life, I was thinking with my heart. I’ve never done that, or this.” Closing my eyes, I relish this moment, in the honesty that exudes from me.
She pulls away and looks me in the eye. Her chest heaves up and down, so white and pure. My eyes are drawn to her lips, slightly parted, and I run my thumb over them remembering how not so long ago, we would spend hours kissing and talking. With Abby, it wasn’t just about the sex; there was so much more to our connection, from day one. She straddles my lap and leans down kissing my neck. A feeling that I’ve missed so much, her touch. My cock awakens, growing to its full length rapidly.
My hands roam her body, but I don’t push things, I let her take her time, loving being intimate with her again. She kisses along my jaw, making the cutest noises and I can’t help but push my cock against her. She grinds her hips against me, and before I know it, we are both naked and I watch her delicately roll a condom down my shaft. With a handful of her hair in one hand and my dick in the other, she settles down on top of me.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out, and I close my eyes already feeling like I could come. I hope that I can make it longer than a few pumps with her sacred skin wound so tightly around me. Letting go of her hair, she intertwines our fingers and begins to move, up and down, up and down.
I lick my lips, holding hands with her, wanting, needing to eat her up, but I don’t. Abby is the only person that I let control me, that I let take the lead, that I let do whatever she wants to me. I’m not sure why or how we got to this point, but we did and it feels so fucking good.
Each collision of our bodies is met with her moans. My eyes are on hers, never closing them, reading her, needing to know if this is the beginning of us starting something new. But she works me so damn good that nothing else matters. I let go of every fear that is pent up inside of me and live in this moment, in this second, inside of this woman. A woman who has turned my world upside down and made me feel things that I never thought I could.
Waking up, the sun is warm as it slices across my chest. I blink a few times to bring in the room and reach for Abby, remembering our night together and how I fell asleep with her in my arms. But right now, she isn’t with me. A thread of panic runs through me as I sit all the way up, and look around the room. “Abby?” I call out.
The house is quiet and I pace it looking for her. She has to be here. From my room, to the bathroom, living room, and kitchen all is quiet…dammit, she fucking left. Then on a small table by the front door, I find a handwritten note.
Latch,
Thank you for everything. I wouldn’t change a thing that we’ve done. But nothing is going to change the man that you truly are and what you do for a living, and I don’t think it would be fair of me to ask you to change. Most women would’ve had to pay you to stay the night with them last night, and that’s a small comfort, but it’s not enough. I’ve pushed
“I don’t either. Please don’t say things like that, things you can’t take back if you don’t mean it, Latch. It’s not your fault that Darrell caught us. My marriage has been fucked up for years now.”
My phone rings and I look to see a client calling. I hit the ignore button, wishing right now that there were no clients, no work, nothing at all but Abby and I.
“Work?”
“Uh huh. Why do you think things got fucked up?”
“He told me the other day that he’s never really loved me.” Tears cover her eyes and I pull her against my chest, holding her close to me. We sit together in silence and I wish that I could make everything better. That I could take away all of the pain and the complications, that really, I’ve caused.
“Why did you break your rule for me?” she asks.
Running the backs of my fingers up and down her arm, I rest my chin on her soft hair and respond, “Because for once in my life, I was thinking with my heart. I’ve never done that, or this.” Closing my eyes, I relish this moment, in the honesty that exudes from me.
She pulls away and looks me in the eye. Her chest heaves up and down, so white and pure. My eyes are drawn to her lips, slightly parted, and I run my thumb over them remembering how not so long ago, we would spend hours kissing and talking. With Abby, it wasn’t just about the sex; there was so much more to our connection, from day one. She straddles my lap and leans down kissing my neck. A feeling that I’ve missed so much, her touch. My cock awakens, growing to its full length rapidly.
My hands roam her body, but I don’t push things, I let her take her time, loving being intimate with her again. She kisses along my jaw, making the cutest noises and I can’t help but push my cock against her. She grinds her hips against me, and before I know it, we are both naked and I watch her delicately roll a condom down my shaft. With a handful of her hair in one hand and my dick in the other, she settles down on top of me.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out, and I close my eyes already feeling like I could come. I hope that I can make it longer than a few pumps with her sacred skin wound so tightly around me. Letting go of her hair, she intertwines our fingers and begins to move, up and down, up and down.
I lick my lips, holding hands with her, wanting, needing to eat her up, but I don’t. Abby is the only person that I let control me, that I let take the lead, that I let do whatever she wants to me. I’m not sure why or how we got to this point, but we did and it feels so fucking good.
Each collision of our bodies is met with her moans. My eyes are on hers, never closing them, reading her, needing to know if this is the beginning of us starting something new. But she works me so damn good that nothing else matters. I let go of every fear that is pent up inside of me and live in this moment, in this second, inside of this woman. A woman who has turned my world upside down and made me feel things that I never thought I could.
Waking up, the sun is warm as it slices across my chest. I blink a few times to bring in the room and reach for Abby, remembering our night together and how I fell asleep with her in my arms. But right now, she isn’t with me. A thread of panic runs through me as I sit all the way up, and look around the room. “Abby?” I call out.
The house is quiet and I pace it looking for her. She has to be here. From my room, to the bathroom, living room, and kitchen all is quiet…dammit, she fucking left. Then on a small table by the front door, I find a handwritten note.
Latch,
Thank you for everything. I wouldn’t change a thing that we’ve done. But nothing is going to change the man that you truly are and what you do for a living, and I don’t think it would be fair of me to ask you to change. Most women would’ve had to pay you to stay the night with them last night, and that’s a small comfort, but it’s not enough. I’ve pushed
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