Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ELLIOT
I wake up as the sun rises, as I usually do.
This isn’t my bed, and I’m not alone.
Today, I’m holding Fern. Someone who, in another life, could be the woman of my dreams.
It wouldn’t be hard to fall in love with her. She’s smart, compassionate, and beautiful. Last night I toyed with the idea of staying for a few more days, but what’s going to happen if I extend the inevitable?
You should’ve left after making love to her.
But I couldn’t leave.
I needed more than one time. I had to learn how to satisfy her. Teach her that she should be pleased when a man is with her. I pull her closer to me at the thought of another man touching her. She doesn’t wake up. She snuggles closer to me, pressing her gorgeous face and luscious body against mine.
We fit perfectly together.
It’s more like she’s so perfect that I feel like we just click, like two wandering souls who finally met their mates. Not that it happens. Life doesn’t give second chances. But what if I pretend for one last time before I leave forever?
I kiss the top of her head, her nose, and her bare shoulder. As I’m about to move away, Fern stirs awake. She takes a deep breath, smiling before opening her beautiful eyes.
“Morning,” she says with a raspy voice.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I should be the one asking that since you’re trying to fit yourself in a very small bed.” She laughs while tracing the ridges of my torso with her finger.
“Baby, you can’t imagine the places I’ve slept in. This was perfect and as a bonus, I got to wake up with you.”
“You’re a smooth talker,” she says as she replaces her finger with her tongue and begins to lick my torso, slowly going down.
She flips her body so she’s on top of me. The moment her lips kiss the tip of my length, I hiss.
“Fern.” I don’t know what I want to say. Stop? Suck me? Let’s never leave this bed?
“I didn’t stop you when you did it last night.” That mischievous grin makes my balls ache. I’m so fucking ready to come.
Instead of letting her continue, I pull her to me, rolling us so I end up on top of her.
I press my lips against hers. My tongue pressing, begging to be inside her.
She moans as she opens wide for me. I never want this to end.
With my leg, I nudge her legs apart, positioning myself against her tight entrance.
Slowly, as if it’s our first time again, I press myself, thrusting inside of her.
“Go faster, deeper,” she asks.
I can’t help but grin. Last night she could barely ask for anything and now she’s demanding. I don’t hold back anymore. All I want to do is give her pleasure, make her happy.
Make her mine.
Her moans are becoming air, her lips nourishment, and the beat of her heart the only song I want to listen to for the rest of my life.
We go hard, fast, desperate.
My back tingles as her pussy clenches around me.
There’s something about being inside of her that’s unexpected and perfect.
Last night, after I ran out of condoms, we decided to do it one last time without one.
We’re both clean and she’s on the pill. In all the years I’ve been active, I’ve never experienced something like this.
Skin to skin. No barriers.
So much pleasure.
The connection between us is inexplicable. It’s such a shame that I have to go.
I wait for her to fall asleep, kiss her one more time, and leave.