neck and flicks her tongue across my earlobe. “Jesus, babe, you do that so good.”
She giggles lightly against my skin and I can’t stand it. I need her now. I unbutton my jeans and try sliding out of them without dropping her. My hands are preoccupied cupping her ass while I kiss her breasts. Skylar grinds against me and I suddenly drop her into her computer chair.
Her eyes are on mine, full of hurt and I instantly regret letting her go, but we came damn close to doing something really stupid. “Babe, I need a condom. You almost …” I stop as tears start to form in her eyes. “Babe.” I kick off my shoes and socks along with jeans and boxers then kneel down in front of her. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just … everything lately … You’ve been so distant. I don’t know what’s wrong or how to fix it. And then we were … and you just tossed me down like I was trash to throw out.” She sighs. “I’m sorry. I just … lately I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me.”
I stiffen. She’s so close to the truth. Not that I want to leave her. I don’t. If there were a way to follow my dreams and for her to pursue hers and we’d be together, I’d do it in a heartbeat. There isn’t, though. If I don’t let her go and she follows, she’ll hate me. At the same time, if she stays, we’ll both be miserable missing each other like crazy.
I’m so selfish. I want as much time with her as I can possibly get. So instead of being a man and telling her, I say, “No babe,” I kiss her lips and then her cheek. I lick off a salty tear and kiss her some more. In between kisses I breathe, “I love you. I just didn’t have a condom on. That’s all. I know you’re on the pill, but I don’t trust those damn things.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She kisses me back as her fingers roam through my hair. She grabs some and tugs a little.
I groan and pull back to fish out a condom from the pocket of my discarded pants and go back to assaulting her mouth with my tongue. Cupping her ass again, I lift her from the chair and walk her to her bed. I lay her against her sheets and she moans loudly as I pinch and twist her nipples between my fingers. She cries out my name and whispers, “Please.”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” I chuckle against her navel and continue a path of kisses down her thighs.
“I need you.”
“I can tell, baby. Believe me. I can definitely tell.” I lick her sex until she orgasms. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Skylar.”
Her hands finally release their grip on the sheets and she groans, “I need more. Please.”
I can’t hold out anymore and oblige her demands. After I tear the foil of the condom and slide it down my length, I give her exactly what she wants. She cries out after a few thrusts but she doesn’t come.
As I watch her each time I enter and pull out, the guilt seeps in. I shouldn’t be making love to her. This is wrong. She won’t be mine much longer, and knowing that makes this very wrong. Showing her how much she means to me, making slow, passionate love to her, is wrong.
I can’t stop though. She’s everything to me. This is killing me. I thrust a few more times and then we both explode. I fall against her and kiss her forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Yeah, but for how long once you find out what I did ?
We smile at each other and she rolls out from underneath me. “I need a shower. I’ll be right back.”
I nod.
She waits by the door, probably waiting for me to ask to join her. As much as I want to do that, I won’t. I grab her box of baby wipes from her desk and get to cleaning myself. After I discard the wrapper and my mess, I get dressed again.
My eyes land on the small dining table and a large pan of something in the middle. She cooked, that much is clear, and the guilt continues to press on me. She’s too fucking good for me. She was right earlier—I’ve been purposely avoiding her not because I want to break up with
She giggles lightly against my skin and I can’t stand it. I need her now. I unbutton my jeans and try sliding out of them without dropping her. My hands are preoccupied cupping her ass while I kiss her breasts. Skylar grinds against me and I suddenly drop her into her computer chair.
Her eyes are on mine, full of hurt and I instantly regret letting her go, but we came damn close to doing something really stupid. “Babe, I need a condom. You almost …” I stop as tears start to form in her eyes. “Babe.” I kick off my shoes and socks along with jeans and boxers then kneel down in front of her. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just … everything lately … You’ve been so distant. I don’t know what’s wrong or how to fix it. And then we were … and you just tossed me down like I was trash to throw out.” She sighs. “I’m sorry. I just … lately I feel like you’re trying to get rid of me.”
I stiffen. She’s so close to the truth. Not that I want to leave her. I don’t. If there were a way to follow my dreams and for her to pursue hers and we’d be together, I’d do it in a heartbeat. There isn’t, though. If I don’t let her go and she follows, she’ll hate me. At the same time, if she stays, we’ll both be miserable missing each other like crazy.
I’m so selfish. I want as much time with her as I can possibly get. So instead of being a man and telling her, I say, “No babe,” I kiss her lips and then her cheek. I lick off a salty tear and kiss her some more. In between kisses I breathe, “I love you. I just didn’t have a condom on. That’s all. I know you’re on the pill, but I don’t trust those damn things.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” She kisses me back as her fingers roam through my hair. She grabs some and tugs a little.
I groan and pull back to fish out a condom from the pocket of my discarded pants and go back to assaulting her mouth with my tongue. Cupping her ass again, I lift her from the chair and walk her to her bed. I lay her against her sheets and she moans loudly as I pinch and twist her nipples between my fingers. She cries out my name and whispers, “Please.”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” I chuckle against her navel and continue a path of kisses down her thighs.
“I need you.”
“I can tell, baby. Believe me. I can definitely tell.” I lick her sex until she orgasms. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Skylar.”
Her hands finally release their grip on the sheets and she groans, “I need more. Please.”
I can’t hold out anymore and oblige her demands. After I tear the foil of the condom and slide it down my length, I give her exactly what she wants. She cries out after a few thrusts but she doesn’t come.
As I watch her each time I enter and pull out, the guilt seeps in. I shouldn’t be making love to her. This is wrong. She won’t be mine much longer, and knowing that makes this very wrong. Showing her how much she means to me, making slow, passionate love to her, is wrong.
I can’t stop though. She’s everything to me. This is killing me. I thrust a few more times and then we both explode. I fall against her and kiss her forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Yeah, but for how long once you find out what I did ?
We smile at each other and she rolls out from underneath me. “I need a shower. I’ll be right back.”
I nod.
She waits by the door, probably waiting for me to ask to join her. As much as I want to do that, I won’t. I grab her box of baby wipes from her desk and get to cleaning myself. After I discard the wrapper and my mess, I get dressed again.
My eyes land on the small dining table and a large pan of something in the middle. She cooked, that much is clear, and the guilt continues to press on me. She’s too fucking good for me. She was right earlier—I’ve been purposely avoiding her not because I want to break up with
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