“I’m going to miss this.”

I pull the covers over us and cuddle up with Nora. “Me too.” Nora rests her head on my chest and traces circles around the scar on my side. “One day without touching you is one too many.”

“There’s always phone sex,” she says. Nora has to leave tomorrow and go back to work. Her plan is to put in her two-week notice and come back home. Two weeks without her is going to be borderline unbearable.

It’s late now, and Nora should be sleeping since she has a long drive ahead of her, but we both needed each other one more time. We spent a few hours hanging out at the cabin, then went out in the trails. We stuck to the ones I’m familiar with and got back after dark. We ate dinner, showered, and crashed into bed.

I smile. “You’ll have to FaceTime me if we’re doing that.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

She lifts her head up. “Yeah. But I expect to see something on your end too.”

I kiss the side of her head. It’d be easy to put what happened behind us and pretend I’m over it. I tried to explain it to her like a scab had been scraped off. Blood oozes out fast at first, then slows, and a new scab forms.

Most of the time, scabs become scars. With PTSD, the last stage never fully happens, and I’m always at risk for having the scab ripped off again.

And again.

And again.

It will happen. Probably without warning. But I won’t have to stop the bleeding alone anymore.

“You should sleep,” I say, wrapping my arms tightly around her. “You have a lot of driving to do tomorrow.”

“I know.” I’m tired, and she has to be too. I trail my nails up and down her back, and soon enough, we both drift to sleep for several hours before I wake up, missing Nora already.

Nora’s facing the balcony, knees slightly bent, pushing her ass against my cock. I spoon myself around her, lips going to the back of her neck. She groans softly, unable to resist being kissed there. It’s her Kryptonite.

She arches her back, rubbing her ass against my dick. Only wearing panties and a tank top. I sweep my hand down her body, feeling her pert nipples through her thin shirt, and part her legs. She lifts her ass off the bed, letting me strip her, then reaches behind and pushes my boxers off.

I rub her clit while still kissing her neck. She moves from her side to her back, legs falling wide. I prop myself up, kissing her hard, and then move down. There’s nothing gentle about the way I touch her, and the rough desperation turns Nora on.

My tongue lashes out against her, tracing her clit. Pleasure shoots through her, making her muscles contract, getting ready for what's to come. I slip a finger inside, going right for her g-spot. I suck and kiss her pussy while fingering her.

She slits her eyes open and looks down, watching me pleasure her in the moonlight. My movements are fast but deliberate. I open my eyes getting off on her watching. With a growl, I nip at her tender flesh, and the shock of slight pain sends her over the edge.

“Don’t stop,” she pants, reaching out to take a handful of my hair. “Oh…my…God.” She throws her head back, shuddering from pleasure. Her pussy contracts wildly around my fingers and my mouth is still on her. She tries to squirm away, pushing my head back.

I pull my hand back and slide both under her ass, bringing her core back to my face. I lift her off the mattress, leaving her powerless to push me away. Relentless, I keep working, licking, sucking, and kissing her sensitive clit until she comes again. Her mouth falls open and she loudly moans. Her entire body reacts, and warmth spills from her.

I lay her back down. She’s riding high, hardly aware of what’s going on around her. I put a condom on and move between her legs.

Feebly, she brings an arm around me. I fuck her hard, grunting with each thrust until I come. My cock pulses inside her. Panting hard, I rest my head against her.

“Sorry to wake you,” I pant.

“Don’t be. I’ll wake up to that any day.”

I kiss her forehead. “I needed you one more time before you go.” I pull out and go into the bathroom to throw the condom away. Nora reaches for me when I come back to bed, snuggling close with her head on my shoulder. I wrap her in the blanket, wanting to watch her sleep, soaking up every last second we have together.

The plan is for her to come back, but for some reason, I have a sinking feeling her departure is permanent.