Meghan swirled her tongue over me one more time before she raised her head and slid up to my face. “That’s good, because I need you inside me now.”
I flipped her over and brought my knees between her thighs as she parted her legs again. “You’re going to come again, and I’m going to feel it with my cock buried in you.”
Her eyes dilated until they were nearly black. “I’ll be happy to help you with that.” She guided me to her entrance as I lowered myself. Rubbing the head of my dick over her slick and swollen folds, she raised up to take me.
I didn’t need a second invitation. I slid within the tight sheath that was still pulsing from her last orgasm. “Meghan, you feel so good. So perfect.” I stroked within her, finding the spot that made her writhe even more. Balancing on one arm, I took both of her wrists in my other hand and pinioned them above her head, then brought my mouth to one tempting nipple, sucking hard.
Meghan gave a strangled cry, and her frantic movements drove me ever closer to the edge of my own release, and I plunged faster, sure and strong.
“Sam.” I opened my eyes, looking down at Meghan’s face. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she was biting her lip. “Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop. Sam—” Her voice rose, and the sound of my name on her lips, the sight of her tears, drove me to come as she rocked her hips up one more time. As my body tensed, I dropped my lips to her ear, whispering her name over and over.
It took several moments before my vision cleared and my breath came back. I fell to Meghan’s side, dropping one arm over my eyes. I wanted to hold her closer, stroke her hair, murmur little meaningless words to her. But her departure was a tangible thing, lying between us, making it harder for me to reach out, knowing that soon she wouldn’t be here.
Tonight we could connect, over and over, until the sun came up. Tonight we could play and giggle, pretend that this time would last forever. We could ignore the rest of the world and make this small clearing on the river our only reality. But it couldn’t last. When tomorrow came, as it inevitably would, she was leaving, and I’d never see her again.
Meghan’s mind must have been following the same paths as mine, because she rolled over to me, slipping one arm across my stomach and laying her head on my chest. Her face was still wet with tears, and without looking at her, I brought my hand to her cheek and swiped at the wet there.
“The first time I saw you here, at Boomer’s, I thought I’d never see you again. Which sounded like a good thing, because I was so mad. But I was wrong.”
I smiled, knowing she couldn’t see my face. “That night on the side of the road—” I began.
“Wait, which night? With Laura, or the night we ...” Her hand drifted lower to caress me.
“With Laura. When I first saw you. Even though you were passed out, and we only had that one moment when your eyes opened, there was something that made me ...” I wasn’t sure how to say it. I was a farmer with a business degree, not a poet. I struggled to find the right words. “Something that drew me to you. I wanted to hold you in my arms longer. But I told myself that was crazy, and you were a college kid, and we’d never have anything in common. And when I drove away, I thought it was okay, because I’d never see you again.”
“And then we ran into each other at Boomer’s, and you realized you were wrong.” She kissed my chest, and my heart sped up.
“Yeah, and I handled it like a champ.” I shook my head. “When I walked into my living room and saw you there back in June, I think part of me decided the third time had to be the charm.”
She nuzzled into my neck again. “Are you sorry, Sam? That we had this summer? Do you wish you’d talked me out of it?”
I brought my arms down to draw her closer. “Never. I know we got off to a rough start, but these few months—” I swallowed and tried to ignore the stinging in my eyes. I hadn’t cried since my parents’ accident. Hell if I was going to start now. “They’ve been good. Fun. I’m glad we could be friends.”
“Friends. Yes.” She echoed my words, but I couldn’t decipher her tone. “I’m glad, too.”
Silence surrounded us. I ran my fingers up and down her arm as the frogs chirped and the crickets sang. Meghan was quiet for so long that I thought she might have fallen asleep until she turned over, propping her chin on my sternum. “I’m hot.”
“Yeah, baby, you are.” I brushed the back of my knuckles over her cheek.
“Goof.” She swatted at my hand. “I want to go for a swim.”