Without hesitation, my body pulls out slightly and then surges forward, filling her so completely that I don’t know where she starts and I end. I want to close my eyes and revel in this amazing moment, the feel of her tightness and heat surrounding me, but I fear that I’ll miss a single eye flutter, moan, or breath that she takes. My body starts to quicken the pace completely on its own. I can’t slow this freight train down even if I tried. And I sure as hell don’t want to.
My hands roam over her body, committing every curve to memory. If I only get one night with this woman, I want to be able to remember it for the rest of my life. My lips descend upon hers once more as we duel with our tongues, nip with our teeth, and suck with our lips.
Just when I feel that all too familiar tightening at the base of my spine, Carly’s internal muscles clamp down around me like a vise and pull. The sensation practically sucks all existing air completely from the confines of the bedroom. How I’m able to breathe is completely beyond me. Her moans echoing off of the moonlit walls are the last thing I hear before flying entirely off the ledge of sanity and straight into mind-numbing oblivion. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. I’m practically floating as I slow my pace and prolong that sweet, sweet friction we create with our bodies.
I rest my sweaty forehead against hers, gulping in huge breaths of fresh air. “Holy shit,” I finally manage to say, aftershocks still coursing through my body.
“Yeah,” she whispers hoarsely from underneath me. Her legs are still firmly clamped around my waist, her arms gripping tightly at my back. Our chests are stuck together, covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. It’s erotic as hell, and suddenly my body is already thinking about round two.
Fearing that I’ll crush her, I slowly disconnect myself from within her warmth and slip on my side, pulling her with me. I cradle her securely in my arms as we both absorb the sounds of our mixed breath mixing with the faint sounds of passing cars in the fairly quiet night.
I slowly start to pull away–not because I want to, but because I need to get rid of the rubber. Quickly, I find a small en suite bathroom and lose the suit. After splashing a little cold water on my overheated face, I hesitantly look up at myself in the mirror. Why tonight? Why did I have to meet someone that I actually want to get to know? I can already feel that it could be more than just sex with her. Why couldn’t I have found her a few weeks ago, a few months ago, hell even a few years ago? Why the night before I leave and become someone else?
I can stare at myself all I want, but the answer sure as hell isn’t going to be in my reflection. There is no answer, at least not one that I like. Tomorrow I have to go, plain and simple.
I flip off the light and step back into the bedroom. Carly is lying on her side facing me with her eyes closed. She looks peaceful. Content. Stunning.
“Are you staying?” she whispers without opening her eyes as if she fears what she might see.
“Do you want me to?” I ask, walking over to the bed.
“Yes,” she whispers without hesitation. “One night, right?”
“Yeah, one night,” I confirm, sliding down into the warm, soft bed and pull her snugly against me. Her heartbeat is strong against my solid chest as she places her small hand over my heart. I’m sure she feels how wildly my heart is beating. I start to feel her relaxing against me and I know that sleep is coming shortly.
“Carly?” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“I need you to know that tonight might have been the best night of my life. I won’t ever forget it.”
She raises her head and looks up at me, eyes full of so much emotion. “I won’t ever forget it either,” she says before placing another soft kiss on my lips. I want to always remember what these lips feel like, taste like. After I’m long gone, I want to always remember how she felt against me.
“I won’t forget you,” I confess softly before my tongue dives into her mouth.
“Me neither. I promise,” she pants after I’ve left her breathless and thoroughly kissed.
That night, Carly and I kissed passionately, laughed joyfully, and came together beautifully. It was the perfect end to the night. The perfect way to end Blake Thomas.
In the morning, with lead filled legs, I slowly pull myself from her bed. I watch her sleep as I dress on autopilot. When my boots are laced and I’m ready to go, I place a gentle kiss on her slightly parted lips. The same lips that I kissed so thoroughly throughout the night. I take a few extra minutes to memorize her face, her features. I watch as she continues to slowly breathe in and out. I gaze at the way her lips flutter as if she’s talking in her sleep. I commit to memory every moment I’ve shared with this woman since she walked into the bar not even ten hours ago.