“It’s fine, I already came,” I said breathlessly.
“But I want you to come again,” he said. “And I won’t stop until you do.”
He adjusted me against his hips, changing the angle of our lovemaking slightly. I slid only an inch down the bed, but the way he was penetrating me now rubbed his groin perfectly against my clit, and I gasped out my satisfaction, struggling for breath.
“Oh god, that’s so good…”
My words were lost as his kiss came down hard on my lips. My fingers dug into his back; my body remained pinned against his, ready for him to give me whatever he wanted.
Whatever he needed.
He was driving me ever-closer to the edge of another orgasm, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until I crested right over. His movements grew more frantic with each passing second, slamming into me with wild abandon and filling me up so completely, and it turned me on even more to know that it was me doing this, me driving this amazing man so wild and crazy.
I felt another wave of tingling bliss strike down every last ounce of cognizant thought that I could muster, and my mind went blank with pleasure. I could barely even breathe. All I could do was be in the moment of ecstasy with Jay. Then, finally, when I thought I could bear it no longer—when I thought I’d been past bearing it for an eternity—he finally came, shudders overtaking his frame until he slowed.
The world was still as we lay there on the bed, his skin against mine. My heartbeat and our mingled breaths rasped in my ears, and only then did I finally close my eyes to savor the moment that I knew must end—in less than two days, I’d be back home on the other side of the world, and I had no idea when I’d ever feel such contentment again.
Jay seemed to know what I was thinking; perhaps he was thinking the same thing. “I wish you didn’t have to go back,” he murmured.
“Me too,” I whispered, too scared to say the three words I really wanted to tell him in this moment. I knew he cared deeply for me, but surely it was far too early for me to be declaring the L word to him.
I felt the warmth of his chest against mine, and comforted myself in the rhythmic rising and falling of his lungs. Nestling closer to him, I nuzzled my face into his neck and finally slipped into sleep.
***
When I woke up, I felt like crap. The sex last night had been a successful distraction from reality, but it had taken a long and exhausting amount of time, and Jay was up at six as per usual, needing to be at practice soon. He looked at me after he’d climbed out bed and gotten dressed.
“You want me to take you back to Lizzy’s so you can pack?”
I nodded. “Yes, please. I want to see her before I go, and I’d hate to be alone on my last day.”
Jay relaxed into a smile. “Like I’d let you be alone on your last day here,” he said. “Come on, after practice, I’m taking you out to the Peak District, while Lizzy has that class of hers. It’s beautiful there, it’s like…um, Pride & Prejudice.”
I laughed. The idea of a big beefy guy like Jay curled up in a chair with a Jane Austen book was too much, but I had to admit, the idea of exploring another park was appealing. After all, maybe I’d spent too much time in the city. Maybe what I really needed to get myself together was some fresh air.
I took a quick shower in Jay’s magnificent bathroom—it beat Lizzy’s by at least a mile—and then got dressed. As we climbed in his Mercedes, I strapped myself in and marveled at how far I’d come. The first time I’d ridden in Jay’s car, I’d been absolutely terrified. I didn’t even think I was going to survive. And now?
I had to laugh. I wasn’t exactly a pro, but I was no longer clinging onto the door handle every time I realized we were driving on the left. And that was progress, right?
“Whoa, there,” I heard Jay say, snapping me out of my thoughts. “What’s all this?”
As we pulled out of his parking lot, reporters and photographers mobbed the car. Instinctively, I reached down and pulled an atlas on the floor up to cover my face. Jay had to slam on the brakes so he wouldn’t hit any of the paparazzi, and I felt my stomach clench into knots. Not now, I thought desperately. Not now. Any time but now, please.
But for once, the reporters weren’t clamoring for stories about me, or any other girl. One of them was holding up a newspaper with a headline that read: ‘Jay Walsh on Drugs!’ with a blurry photo of him standing outside a white stucco building with another man.
“Jay! Jay! How long have you been using?” One of the photographers yelled at the car as we slowed to a crawl. “I think it’s great you want to get clean!”