gasping. “Yes…”
I knew she was coming. The fact it didn’t take long stoked my ego. At least I knew she wasn’t sleeping around. She tightened around my cock as her orgasm hit, and the constriction felt even better on my cock. God, it was fucking fantastic.
She grabbed the back of my neck while she kept going, breathing hard. She looked so beautiful while she rode me this way. Her body was perfect, and her face was gorgeous. I’d never been with a more attractive woman.
She pushed me in and out while she held onto me, now working her magic just for me. I leaned my head back and stared at her face, knowing I could do this all night. But she was so good at it, I knew I’d never last.
Seeing her ride me like this reminded me of all the nights we made love. I missed living with her and seeing her every night and every morning. I missed holding her at night while we watched TV. She would fall asleep in my arms and then I would carry her to bed. She was always tired, but never too tired to make love. That was something she was always interested in doing. My heart convulsed as the flood of emotions moved through me. I cupped her face and held onto her hip, slowing her down slightly. “I love you.”
She gasped when she heard my words. Her lips sealed over mine while she continued to ride me. I love you.”
I shouldn’t have said that but I was too caught up in the moment to stop myself. Those were words I truly meant. She wasn’t just some girl to me. She was everything to me. She’d be the love of my life no matter what. I could be married with kids and I’d still feel that way.
I released inside her while I moaned, getting swept away in the emotions I felt. It felt so good to come inside her, knowing I was the only guy allowed to. She was mine even if I wasn’t hers. And that made me feel special, that I couldn’t be replaced easily.
She stopped moving then clung to me, collapsing on my chest. Monnique was a fireball in bed and she was amazing at what she did. But I knew she was exhausted from the connection we felt as. I held onto her and rested my face into her chest, still inside her.
After several moments of doing nothing, I kicked off my slacks then lifted her from the couch. The TV was still on, but it was forgotten. I carried her to her bedroom, ready to lay down and get some sleep.
She still held onto me while we lay down. Once the sheets and blankets were over us, her eyes opened. “You’re staying?”
“If that’s okay.”
Her eyes watered. “That’s more than okay.” She snuggled into me, wrapping her body around mine.
I knew I shouldn’t be sleeping here, but then again, I shouldn’t have even come over. More importantly, I shouldn’t have slept with her. But I couldn’t resist her. I just wanted to forgive her for everything that happened and start over. Was that the worst thing in the world? She was the only woman I loved. Shouldn’t I make it work with her?
I thought about it all night while I held her. I listened to her steady breathing and realized how much I missed it. The darkness crept in and I finally fell asleep but I couldn’t recall the hour.
The next morning, I put on the clothes I came over in and prepared myself for the walk of shame.
She walked me to the door, her hand squeezing mine.
I knew she thought all our problems were solved. There were times when I thought they were, but the pain was still there. “I still need more time to think,” I said bluntly.
The disappointment was on her face. “Okay. I understand.”
“But…I do love you.”
“I know, Cortland.”
I pressed my face to hers and closed my eyes. “I’m not using you. You’re the only one I want. I’m not sleeping with anyone else and I’m not seeing anyone.”
“I know that too.”
I kissed her again. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay.” She watched me walk out, a look of longing on her face.
I disappeared down the hallway then stood in the elevator, my thoughts
I knew she was coming. The fact it didn’t take long stoked my ego. At least I knew she wasn’t sleeping around. She tightened around my cock as her orgasm hit, and the constriction felt even better on my cock. God, it was fucking fantastic.
She grabbed the back of my neck while she kept going, breathing hard. She looked so beautiful while she rode me this way. Her body was perfect, and her face was gorgeous. I’d never been with a more attractive woman.
She pushed me in and out while she held onto me, now working her magic just for me. I leaned my head back and stared at her face, knowing I could do this all night. But she was so good at it, I knew I’d never last.
Seeing her ride me like this reminded me of all the nights we made love. I missed living with her and seeing her every night and every morning. I missed holding her at night while we watched TV. She would fall asleep in my arms and then I would carry her to bed. She was always tired, but never too tired to make love. That was something she was always interested in doing. My heart convulsed as the flood of emotions moved through me. I cupped her face and held onto her hip, slowing her down slightly. “I love you.”
She gasped when she heard my words. Her lips sealed over mine while she continued to ride me. I love you.”
I shouldn’t have said that but I was too caught up in the moment to stop myself. Those were words I truly meant. She wasn’t just some girl to me. She was everything to me. She’d be the love of my life no matter what. I could be married with kids and I’d still feel that way.
I released inside her while I moaned, getting swept away in the emotions I felt. It felt so good to come inside her, knowing I was the only guy allowed to. She was mine even if I wasn’t hers. And that made me feel special, that I couldn’t be replaced easily.
She stopped moving then clung to me, collapsing on my chest. Monnique was a fireball in bed and she was amazing at what she did. But I knew she was exhausted from the connection we felt as. I held onto her and rested my face into her chest, still inside her.
After several moments of doing nothing, I kicked off my slacks then lifted her from the couch. The TV was still on, but it was forgotten. I carried her to her bedroom, ready to lay down and get some sleep.
She still held onto me while we lay down. Once the sheets and blankets were over us, her eyes opened. “You’re staying?”
“If that’s okay.”
Her eyes watered. “That’s more than okay.” She snuggled into me, wrapping her body around mine.
I knew I shouldn’t be sleeping here, but then again, I shouldn’t have even come over. More importantly, I shouldn’t have slept with her. But I couldn’t resist her. I just wanted to forgive her for everything that happened and start over. Was that the worst thing in the world? She was the only woman I loved. Shouldn’t I make it work with her?
I thought about it all night while I held her. I listened to her steady breathing and realized how much I missed it. The darkness crept in and I finally fell asleep but I couldn’t recall the hour.
The next morning, I put on the clothes I came over in and prepared myself for the walk of shame.
She walked me to the door, her hand squeezing mine.
I knew she thought all our problems were solved. There were times when I thought they were, but the pain was still there. “I still need more time to think,” I said bluntly.
The disappointment was on her face. “Okay. I understand.”
“But…I do love you.”
“I know, Cortland.”
I pressed my face to hers and closed my eyes. “I’m not using you. You’re the only one I want. I’m not sleeping with anyone else and I’m not seeing anyone.”
“I know that too.”
I kissed her again. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay.” She watched me walk out, a look of longing on her face.
I disappeared down the hallway then stood in the elevator, my thoughts
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