slipped between my legs, finding my clit.He rubbed it in the same fast circle as his tongue, encircling my nipple, and I felt him smile as he brought me to orgasm.
“One,” we both whispered, our eyes locked as he slid himself into me.He began to rock his hips slowly, still staring.
It was as though we’d never been apart, the way he moved, the way I held his shoulders.The way we did what each other wanted, needed, without having to say it.He bit my ear lightly when I came again; I trailed my nails down his back when he came a second time.
“Two,” we said, laughing just a little, as he pulled out and pushed his fingers inside of me.Just like last time, he found my G-spot immediately and pushed against it, over and over, but more slowly than before.He moved to the foot of the bed and flicked his tongue across my clit.
“I’m…I’m coming,” I breathed, my hands grabbing at his hair like I wasn’t sure if I wanted to push him down or pull him back.My orgasm built gradually, so that when I finally hit the peak, all I could do was say, “Oh, God, Si…” as my back arched and my muscles froze, the core of me trembling for him.
Before it was over, he’d moved and slid his cock back into my pussy, feeling the final pulse of pleasure.
“Three,” he said, and rocked his hips back and forth again.
We stopped counting after six.The afternoon had melted into night; finally, at midnight, we fell asleep.I woke up once, just before dawn, listening to his hushed breath when the air conditioner periodically stopped.It felt like there was no world outside of our room.I shut my eyes and wished, for a second, that was true.
When I woke again, he was already gone.A note by my clothes read, “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait a few days, like you wanted.But I’m really, really happy we could have one more night, Erin.-Si.”I packed up my things and slipped into the hallway silently, as though anyone were listening.As though anyone cared.I left the note exactly where he'd put it.
This time, I realized, he wanted to be the one who shut the door on me.
News networks confirm the rumors that Abby, thrilled with the results of Emma's surgeries, is testifying on Silas’s behalf.She’s even paying for his lawyer, and I bet she paid off his friend's buddy, too.Maybe I’m imagining things, like the soft way they say each other’s names in interviews, but part of me hopes that I’m not.
Thankfully, for every news channel’s thorough research—from Silas and Abby being young parents, both alcoholics, to the gruesome details of Emma’s accident and how Silas worked at Fox Ridge just to be near his daughter, and the way he sacrificed his own eye, and his freedom, to give her a normal life again—none of them find out about me, the ex-girlfriend who might be pregnant with Silas’s second kid.I’m happy living in the shadows for a while, staying low.Besides, I think it would hurt Silas’s case more than help it.
Jane and Killian surprise me with another guest room, the one next to mine.They hire a designer, against my insistence, to help Fiona and me turn it into a nursery, just in time for fall.We pick a lot of earth tones: rich browns, burnt shades of orange and red.Fitting, Fiona declares, for an autumn baby.
On September 3rd, exactly three weeks before I’m due, Alex texts me. Coffee?
I hold my breath as I type, Sure.When?
He replies almost instantly. Now, maybe?If you’re free.I’m already near your aunt’s place for work.
I can’t drive anymore , I tell him, so I have to wait till Jane or Killian or
“One,” we both whispered, our eyes locked as he slid himself into me.He began to rock his hips slowly, still staring.
It was as though we’d never been apart, the way he moved, the way I held his shoulders.The way we did what each other wanted, needed, without having to say it.He bit my ear lightly when I came again; I trailed my nails down his back when he came a second time.
“Two,” we said, laughing just a little, as he pulled out and pushed his fingers inside of me.Just like last time, he found my G-spot immediately and pushed against it, over and over, but more slowly than before.He moved to the foot of the bed and flicked his tongue across my clit.
“I’m…I’m coming,” I breathed, my hands grabbing at his hair like I wasn’t sure if I wanted to push him down or pull him back.My orgasm built gradually, so that when I finally hit the peak, all I could do was say, “Oh, God, Si…” as my back arched and my muscles froze, the core of me trembling for him.
Before it was over, he’d moved and slid his cock back into my pussy, feeling the final pulse of pleasure.
“Three,” he said, and rocked his hips back and forth again.
We stopped counting after six.The afternoon had melted into night; finally, at midnight, we fell asleep.I woke up once, just before dawn, listening to his hushed breath when the air conditioner periodically stopped.It felt like there was no world outside of our room.I shut my eyes and wished, for a second, that was true.
When I woke again, he was already gone.A note by my clothes read, “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait a few days, like you wanted.But I’m really, really happy we could have one more night, Erin.-Si.”I packed up my things and slipped into the hallway silently, as though anyone were listening.As though anyone cared.I left the note exactly where he'd put it.
This time, I realized, he wanted to be the one who shut the door on me.
News networks confirm the rumors that Abby, thrilled with the results of Emma's surgeries, is testifying on Silas’s behalf.She’s even paying for his lawyer, and I bet she paid off his friend's buddy, too.Maybe I’m imagining things, like the soft way they say each other’s names in interviews, but part of me hopes that I’m not.
Thankfully, for every news channel’s thorough research—from Silas and Abby being young parents, both alcoholics, to the gruesome details of Emma’s accident and how Silas worked at Fox Ridge just to be near his daughter, and the way he sacrificed his own eye, and his freedom, to give her a normal life again—none of them find out about me, the ex-girlfriend who might be pregnant with Silas’s second kid.I’m happy living in the shadows for a while, staying low.Besides, I think it would hurt Silas’s case more than help it.
Jane and Killian surprise me with another guest room, the one next to mine.They hire a designer, against my insistence, to help Fiona and me turn it into a nursery, just in time for fall.We pick a lot of earth tones: rich browns, burnt shades of orange and red.Fitting, Fiona declares, for an autumn baby.
On September 3rd, exactly three weeks before I’m due, Alex texts me. Coffee?
I hold my breath as I type, Sure.When?
He replies almost instantly. Now, maybe?If you’re free.I’m already near your aunt’s place for work.
I can’t drive anymore , I tell him, so I have to wait till Jane or Killian or
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