“See? Told you it was good.”
I’m panting as she drives the shaft deeper, filling me up. The way she holds me by my waist, drives me crazy and I can’t believe this is me, on this bed, in this room, naked on my hands and knees with this fascinating woman instead of getting up early to get some work done and practice my presentation. I have no idea what I’m going to say later, and I couldn’t care less because it feels so good that I would scream her name if only I knew what it was.
She takes a firmer hold of my hips and moans as she continues to thrust inside me, pulling my head back by my hair as she reaches the point of no return. Her breathing is heavy and so is mine when she starts fucking me hard until my arms and legs have trouble holding me up. Her hand reaches around me, and she brushes her thumb over my clit each time she thrusts, sending me to even greater heights. Another intense orgasm starts building, fading everything around me into a blur. I feel her jerking against me and know that she’s about to come too.
I like it when she loses control. It means she’s mine too, that I’m not just hers. She pulls me with her onto her lap as she sits back and throws her arm around me, continuing to stimulate me. Her other hand is on my breasts, squeezing my nipples hard as we climax together. It hurts but feels wonderful at the same time. The intense sound of her pleasure against my ear comes from so deep that I wish I could see her face right now, and she holds me so tight that I feel like we’re one. I lift my hands behind me, rest the back of my head against her shoulder and run my fingers through her short hair, then lock them together behind her neck. My pussy is twitching around the dildo still buried deep inside me and when I turn my head against her neck, I can feel her vein pumping in the same rapid rhythm her heart is beating with mine. I don’t want her to pull out of me and I don’t want to let go of her. The fact that she doesn’t let go either tells me she feels the same way and I allow myself to indulge in the moment for as long as she’ll let me.
I don’t know how long we sit there for, but I notice the light is getting brighter, and it must be late. A fleeting thought about my breakfast meeting with Jeff and my presentation comes and goes, but I shake it off and close my eyes until finally, she lets out a deep sigh.
“I have to go.”
11
“I have to go.” Regret rings through her voice as she says it again, this time dressed in jeans, a blue T-shirt and sneakers. It seems different to her usual style, but I suspect the aim is to blend in, wherever she’ll be today. Or maybe this is the real her; I have no way of knowing. “If I don’t see you again then...” She hesitates. “Well, it was really nice spending time with you. Thank you.”
“Thank you?” I look at her and frown as I wrap myself in the hotel robe, not satisfied in the slightest with what she’s telling me. Yesterday was different; I wouldn’t have protested. Been disappointed, maybe, although I doubt it. But I would have seen it for what it was: just amazing, mind-blowing sex. This morning though, I can’t seem to shake off the feeling that this is more than that, and I’m angry that’s she’s just leaving me like this. Our connection is deeper than we first imagined; I can feel it and I know she does too.
Soon, I’ll be on stage in front of hundreds of people who will be wondering what the hell I’m talking about because I’m so unprepared that I won’t make any sense at all. I’ve deserted my social duties, my sweet colleague Jeff, and all for a woman who’s about to walk out of my life without even knowing how much she’s messed it up. I’m fucked forever because I know that no one will ever compare to her. I may never see her again, but I know deep down that I won’t forget her and now I’m even more pissed. Above all though, I just feel hurt and I shouldn’t because I agreed to this, but nothing is ever that simple.
“So that’s it?” I ask, an angry frown between my brows. “You’re just going to leave? You’re not even finally going tell me your name or anything about yourself?”
“If everything goes according to plan, I’ll be back tonight. But I can’t promise you anything.”
“Why? What are you going to do? And whatever it is, can’t you get out of it?” I’m crying which seems odd, but I feel a sharp ache as I watch her sit down in the chair to tie her shoelaces. She really is leaving, and I always knew that would happen, but now that the time has come, I don’t want her to go. I know it’s ridiculous. I shouldn’t be behaving like this, and I definitely shouldn’t be crying over a stranger, but the sadness that fills me almost chokes me. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” I say, and I mean it. Because one thing is certain; whatever she’s about to do, I know it isn’t safe. It’s not like she’s going on a business trip, or meeting long-lost family, that much is clear. If she doesn’t come back, I’ll be forever wondering what happened to her, not even knowing if she’s alive. All I’ll know is that that over only two nights, she’s made a lasting impact on my life.
“I won’t get hurt. You don’t need to worry about me.” Her eyes meet mine and I can see that she is worried too, despite her attempt to reassure me.
“I don’t believe you.” I kneel down in between her legs and lock my eyes with hers. “I don’t want to lose you, and I know this sounds weird, but I can feel there’s something here between us.”
“You don’t know me, Emily.” She sounds colder now, but I know it’s only a trick to make this easier for me, or maybe even for herself. She wants me to be furious, to send her on her way. Still, her hand reaches for my face, and she wipes a tear from my cheek.
“You’re right. I don’t, and I never will.” I shake my head. “Never mind, I’m making way more out of this than it is.”
That remark seems to get to her because she leans in, takes my face in her hands and kisses me softly. “The people I’m doing this with… they’ll never stop trying to track me down if I don’t go through with it. I can’t just pull out, it doesn’t work like that.” She smiles sadly. “This wasn’t meant to happen. With you, I mean. It was only supposed to be one night while I was killing time in this shitty hotel. But you got to me somehow, and I’m very sorry if this sleepover changed things between us. As I said, you don’t know me, and you probably wouldn’t like me if you knew the real me.”
“I’d like to decide that for myself,” I say, my tone more distant now too. If she’s trying to wind me up, she’s succeeded. I feel pathetic when I continue, but still ask the question: “So you might be back tonight?”
“Maybe. I don’t think it will make things easier, though. If this is hard now, then what about tomorrow?” Her hands run through my hair, tucking strands behind my ears.
“Then we’ll deal with it tomorrow. At least I’ll know you’re alive.” I pause. “So where are you going after tomorrow?”
“I don’t know yet. I want to start living a normal life somewhere. Maybe on a farm in the countryside or maybe I’ll blend into a city. I’ve always felt comfortable being anonymous.” She bites her lip in regret, clearly thinking she’s shared too much already. “This is the last time. It will all be over after today.”