Stepbrother Dearest(31)
Hearing him say that had set me off. My mouth pressed against the carpet to mask the sound as my orgasm pulsed through me.
When he sensed that I was coming down from it, he pounded into me faster. He pulled out and ripped the condom off then I felt warm liquid shoot out all over my back. That wasn’t something I’d originally thought I’d enjoy…but I loved it.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, running to the bathroom to get a towel. After he cleaned me off, he lifted me off the ground and onto the bed.
The red digital numbers on the clock continued to make me extremely nervous. It was now four in the morning. We lay there facing each other, our lips inches apart.
He brushed his thumb along my cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. “That was crazy.”
“That’s what happens when you ask me not to hold anything back. Was it too much for you?”
“No. It was what I expected.”
“You expected that…grand finale?”
“No…uh…that was definitely a surprise.” I laughed.
“I hadn’t ever done that before. I wanted to try something new, too.”
“Really?”
“I wish we had more time. I want to do everything with you.”
“Me, too.”
I wished we had forever.
***
Exhaustion from our activities must have gotten the best of me because I didn’t even remember falling asleep.
It was five in the morning, and the sun was starting to rise when I awoke to Elec lying on top of me, lightly kissing my neck. He was fully hard and had a condom on. His breathing was erratic as he continued to kiss my neck and suck on my breasts.
Already wet and ready for him, I had woken up even more aroused than I had been all night.
He kissed down to my stomach and back up then I felt him pushing inside of me. His thrusts were slow but intense. His eyes were closed, and he looked pained. An influx of emotions overwhelmed me suddenly as the reality of what had happened last night and what was about to happen today hit me.
The clock taunted me again. We were running out of time.
My heart felt like it was breaking a little more every time he entered me. He started to kiss me, and his mouth never left mine as he continued to push deeper into me in slow, controlled movements. This time felt different than the other two. It felt like he was trying to tell me with his body what he couldn’t with his words.
It felt like he was making love to me.
If there were any doubt about that, it was erased the minute he stopped kissing me and placed his face close to mine with his eyes open as he fucked me slowly. He never stopped looking into my eyes after that. It was as if he didn’t want to miss a moment of it because he knew it was the last. This time, it wasn’t about showing me anything. He was taking something he wanted to keep for himself.
The reflection of my own expression in his gray eyes told my side of the story. I had definitely lied. I had lied to him and to myself in saying I could handle this. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like a lifetime of attachment had built up in this room overnight, and it was about to be ripped apart.
His body shuddered as his orgasm suddenly shook through him. His eyes never left mine as he opened his mouth in a silent scream. My muscles clenched in climax as I watched him. He continued pumping into me slowly until there was nothing left of his orgasm.
His voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s okay,” I said, not even knowing exactly what he was referring to. Was it for coming before I had? Was it for his scheduled abandonment? Was it because he saw the look in my eyes and knew what I was really feeling? Either way, it didn’t change the fact that he was leaving.
Elec stayed with his head on my chest until his breathing calmed down.
When he returned from disposing the condom, I set the clock for seven. He leaned his cheek against my breast, closed his eyes and held me for the last time until we fell asleep.
***
When the alarm went off, I jumped up to find that the bed was empty. My heart started to race.
He’d left without saying goodbye.
The sun was now pouring through my window, adding to the rude awakening. I buried my head in my hands and cried. This was my own fault. I knew this would happen and had let it. My shoulders shook as tears seeped through the grooves separating my fingers. The soreness between my legs, which didn’t seem noticeable last night in the midst of my sex-induced fog, was now suddenly prominent.
My body flinched when I felt a hand on my back.
I turned around to find Elec standing above me, his eyes dark and empty. “You promised you could handle this, Greta.” He repeated almost inaudibly, “You fucking promised.”