"Lay back," she grumbled and rolled over, pulling her body off of his.
"Horny this morning?" He chuckled and reached for her as she crawled on top of him and turned to face his feet. Desire pumped through him as she took his cock into her hands and worked herself down onto it. The position was deliciously wicked, the tightness of her body only accentuated by the angle. She reached behind her and pressed her hands into his chest as her chin lifted to the ceiling, and long silky strands of hair danced over his stomach.
He reached up to grip a good handful of it and lifted his hips, wanting to give her as much cock as she could handle. That she was in the mood to fuck was a shock. They'd gone at each other half the night. Something inside of him shifted, and he wanted to force her to stop so that he could turn her over and make love to her nice and slow, but she seemed to want something else entirely.
"So good," she mumbled and pulled against the hold on her hair as her moans filled up the room. She rode him like a champ, showing a much more aggressive, wild side of herself than he'd seen before. Where it was a part of her persona he wanted to explore, something told him that a shift had occurred. She wasn't making love to the man she wanted beside her for life. She was fucking a stiff dick. Nothing else.
He gripped her hair tighter as the thought brought anger racing through him.
"Give me more." She swatted at his balls as he grunted. The sensation sent a tendril of pain shooting through him.
"You bet." He flipped them and pressed her to the bed on her stomach before moving to his knees and fucking her deep and hard. "Like this? This what you were after?"
Her laughter caused his libido to die. She moved to her elbows, looking like a goddess in his bed. "Sex. It's all about the sex with you. Life is just one big huge fuck, isn't it?"
He rolled off the bed and walked toward the shower. What the fuck was that? He'd reacted to whatever she was doing. He glanced back to see her flop back and laugh loudly again.
"He wants me... he wants me not."
Despair filled him as he closed the door and started the shower. Who was she? Where along the short journey had he lost her? He wasn't sure of the when, but it had happened nevertheless.
She had asked for one more night, and they'd shared in six hours of making love to each other in ways that would forever stain him, but in the early light of morning, everything changed... She had changed.
He wasn't surprised to see her gone and a note left on the counter for him when he walked back out.
There was no reason to open it. He already knew what it would say.
Her engagement ring sitting next to it spoke volumes.
They were done. Over.
Love wasn't enough.
It's was naive to think it would be.