Chapter 1 #2
“Open up and relax.” She’s teased me enough tonight and I’m already on edge. I need this one last time and I need to remember her this way. Once I tell her I’m leaving, I fear it may be the end.
I fuck her throat, and while her eyes never leave mine, the tears I see running down her cheeks only spur me on faster. I’m searching for this release like a lost man searches for water in the desert.
Desert.
How ironic.
“Fuck, Farrah, you feel so good.” I pause for a moment, letting her catch her breath. She breathes through her nose, then swallows, creating a suction that brings me back to life. Before I know it, I’m spilling down her throat.
“Up, pretty mouse. We’re not done yet.”
Her arms are still bound behind her, so I ease her from the floor and walk us over to the large chaise that sits in the corner.
I sit and have her climb on top. She waits for my direction as I run my hands over her skin, feeling the goosebumps that rise from my touch.
I need to memorize her. Remember this look.
Right here. Right now. Her eyes are glowing and her chest moves with each deep breath she takes.
She’s beautiful. I’ve never known a more beautiful woman, inside and out.
She’s selfless and caring. She’s accepted me and my needs and never questioned why.
She’s been there for me, during the good times, during the bad ones, when I couldn’t explain with words what was in my head and even when I didn’t want to explain a thing, she was there.
Just to sit quietly with. Breathe deep with.
Everything and anything I needed, she did for me.
And with nothing in return.
Because I can’t do that. I can’t give any more of myself than my physical self.
I trace my fingers down her ribs and to her hips. I grab hold with one hand and slide her panties to the side with the other. She lifts and I’m able to slide into her with ease. We both moan at the intrusion and lay my head back on the chaise, eyes hooded and watching her.
“Move, little mouse. Chase what you need.”
Her lips fall open, and her eyes slowly close as she rides me. When I softly touch her skin with just my fingertips, it drives her wild.
She wants so much from me. But I barely give.
Except in the bedroom. Here, she gets every part of me. In the bedroom is where I can let myself go with her. She’s never afraid, never questions and the give and take we’ve taught each other is amazing.
I wish I could allow her softness to reach me outside of the bedroom.
I pinch her nipples through her lace bra. The material rubbing against her spurs her on. I pull her panties further to the side, lick my finger, and rub her clit.
“Tommy, yes.”
I apply more pressure and grab her ass, urging her on. She works her hips like she was born to fuck me and only me. Our bodies fitting together perfectly.
“Get there, Farrah. Come for me, pretty girl.”
I tap on her clit and she breaks for me. I feel her pussy draw me up tighter inside of her and I gasp at the pull. She opens her eyes, watching me, and tightens even more, a smile pulling on her lips as the moan escapes.
“Oh, fuck, little mouse.” Her hips slow as she milks me for everything I have. I spill into her as my body relaxes.
She leans forward, laying her head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. I blindly undo the tie at her wrists, rubbing her arms and bringing them back around to me. I kiss her forehead, her temple, her cheeks. Inhale her scent. This woman gives me everything.
* * *
It’s late, and dinner is forgotten. We’re in the bed and she’s lying on my chest. We’re in a state of bliss right now and being here has me second guessing everything I’m doing.
I’m expected to go when called, though. The team and my commander expect me to answer every time.
I always have, so why would it be different now?
Farrah.
I can’t give her more.
Somewhere in the room, a phone goes off.
“Leave it,” I say.
“Is it yours? Or mine?”
“Who cares?”
She laughs. “What if it’s the station?”
I know it’s not. The PD has already placed me on a year’s leave.
I shrug and pull her in closer, but she pushes away. “I’m going to the bathroom and then to grab water. Want anything?”
“Yes, a glass of water, too, please,” I say and sit up. I watch her walk, swaying her hips as she walks out of the room, naked. “You better bring that ass back to bed quickly, Farrah.”
Her response is to slam the door. I chuckle, which turns to a sigh as I look around.
In our hurry to be with each other, we threw our clothes around the room.
The smell of her is on my skin. I wish I could bottle it and take it with me.
I need her. She’s what’s going to get me through this.
She’s always been what gets me through. Each time I’ve gone away, she’s been my center, even before we were anything to each other.
I wish I could tell her that. But I feel it would only confuse her.
And me.
The door opening has me pulling my eyes toward her. She’s got my T-shirt on now. “Hey, take that o—”
“When were you going to tell me?”
Our eyes connect, hers with nothing but hurt. Then I look at the phone in her hand and instantly get mad. “Who told you?” I shout aggressively as I climb from the bed and grab for my boxers.
“Not you.”
Can Tom and Farrah survive the lost time?