He cocked a brow in question.
“Put that shit down and get over here now.”
He did as he was told and dove onto the bed beside me, landing on his side and propping his head on his hand. “What can I do for you?”
I pounced on top of him. “Enough of these games.”
He opened his mouth, but I rubbed my still-wet pussy along his shaft, stopping any smart-ass comment he was about to make. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his as his hands gripped my ass to lift me before sinking me slowly onto his cock.
I cried out into his mouth as he gradually stretched me wide, the sensation like nothing I’d felt. He was unhurried and kept me still as he bottomed out, relishing in the feel. When he finally allowed me to move, he maintained control over my movements with his hands, not letting me increase the pace.
“I need more.”
He looked into my eyes. “No, you don’t; just savor the sensations, and be with me.”
I kissed his lips, gave in to his desire, and let go, appreciating the slow, languid movements as his cock slid in and out. Each time he brushed against my g-spot, it pushed me higher, excruciatingly gentle but oh so perfect.
I broke the kiss to sit up, but he didn’t let me get far. He stared into my eyes, and the adoration reflected at me was something I’d never seen before. I’d never experienced sex in this way. It was always a means to an end, to get off. There was always a physical attraction, but this was more. I couldn’t say making love since I wasn’t in love with Tanner, but this was something more than just sex. I gazed back at him, surprised I hadn’t become uncomfortable at the realization that my feelings for Tanner were far beyond some week-long fling. I planted my hands on either side of his head and kissed him. I picked up the pace, and this time, he allowed it, encouraging my faster movements.
He flipped us over and gripped my hip to allow for better access. His kisses became wilder and his movements more frantic like he couldn’t get enough. I didn’t want it to end, but I couldn’t hold back the impending orgasm.
I threw back my head, arching my spine. “Oh God, Tanner.” I gripped his neck, pulling his mouth to mine again as my orgasm ripped through me.
Tanner’s grip on my ass tightened, and his movements became erratic before he came, calling out my name. He buckled, careful not to put his full weight on top of me.
As our breathing evened out, he lifted up and kissed me softly. “I wanted to draw that out, but something about the way you looked at me made me come-apart. I couldn’t hold back any longer.”
I smiled, not wanting to give away the emotions I’d had running through me as we’d…been intimate. I’d been pretty open with him, but that was a little too much for me.
Tanner didn’t push me to talk. He kissed my nose, pushed himself up, went to grab a washcloth to clean me up, and then tossed it to the side. “Dessert?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
“Apparently, I do since this is the second time I’m asking.”
I got up onto my knees and ran my finger through some whipped cream and flicked it at him, hitting him square between the eyes. I squealed when he glared back in mock anger and then swiped his finger through the chocolate pie and smeared it down my cheek.
He tackled me to the bed, licking the chocolate from my face as I shrieked. I wiped at my face, but he’d cleaned it off. “I don’t get any chocolate?”
“You want some?” He chuckled and kissed me, allowing me to taste the chocolate on his tongue.
I closed my eyes, savoring the taste. “Mmm…I need more of that.”
“Of me or the chocolate.”
“Both, but let’s start with more chocolate.”
Tanner got up and grabbed us both a robe from the bathroom, tossing one to me before loading up our plates with sweets.
We sat out on the balcony and stuffed our faces as the moon shined brightly over the waves that crashed below. We talked about anything but tomorrow, and I tried my best not to think about it. We both avoided the topic.
When we had finished gorging on sweets, we went back to the room and stripped off our robes to get back into bed. I cuddled up to his side and drew circles on his stomach while we continued to talk long into the night.
“As much as I don’t want to talk about this, I want you to know that deep down, I truly believe this can’t be it for us. There’s no way that fate would be that cruel.”
I nodded against his chest, knowing I couldn’t speak without breaking down. I sincerely hoped that he was right because otherwise, what was the point?
Tanner fell asleep first as I stayed up with my mind racing. I couldn’t stop thinking about tomorrow and how much I didn’t want him to leave. My chest tightened the more I thought about saying goodbye—so much so that it became hard to breathe. I sat up and tried to inhale deeply, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had washed over me. I tip-toed into the bathroom, trying not to wake Tanner. I’d figured a splash of cold water might help, but it did not.
My fight or flight kicked in, and I picked up my clothes quietly, got dressed in the living room, and left without a goodbye. The cold night air hit my face as I walked out of the hotel. I didn’t look back. I just kept walking as the tears started to fall. What the hell is wrong with me? I hadn’t cried this much since I was a little girl. I didn’t do tears, but Tanner’s leaving had just been an emotional war within me. I knew he had to leave; there was no doubt about that. And I kept telling myself it was for the best, but I knew it was going to hurt like hell.
I took my time getting home, trying to clear my head. I contemplated everything about my life and what was I was doing with it. I took off my shoes and sat at the edge of the surf, allowing the tide to wrap around me. I needed to figure out how I was going to handle tomorrow. I was supposed to meet him at the airport to say goodbye, but I wasn’t sure how I would get through that.
By the time I arrived home, I hadn’t figured out a damn thing. I needed to try to get some sleep before work, so I would have to deal with it tomorrow.
I skipped my run and went straight for coffee when I woke. I had to be at the store earlier than usual, and if I were going to the airport after, I wouldn’t have any time to nap.
The feel of the warm cup in my hands soothed me. I picked up my phone to do some mindless scrolling and noticed I had a missed call and two missed texts from Tanner.
Canadia: Where are you?
Canadia: Are you okay? I just need to know that.
My stomach rolled at the thought of what today would bring. All the emotions I didn’t want to deal with hit me like a ton of bricks. I breathed in and out, trying to calm myself—the anxiety was creeping in again. For once in my life, I wished my girls were home so we could talk this out. I didn’t have much time to dwell on anything. I had to get ready for work, but maybe the walk over would help clear my head.
Joe was just opening up; he didn’t say anything as I strode through the door. He knew Tanner was leaving today, and most likely realized, I wasn’t in the mood for idle chit chat. We worked in silence, pricing out the new inventory that had arrived yesterday and updating all the displays.
We finished an hour before the store was set to open, so we sat out front on the bench.