Nixon
Charlie’s tongue in my mouth felt so damn right. I never wanted to stop touching her, kissing her. But the reality was, I’d have to.
I shoved the thought from my mind, not wanting to ruin the moment or get too far ahead of myself. All that mattered was her, me…us.
I sank into the kiss, pulling her against me and relishing the feel of her beautiful breasts pressing into my chest. I needed them on my skin, so I quickly pulled out of the kiss and yanked off my shirt. Charlie helped me, throwing the fabric aside before gluing our bodies back together. We groaned in unison, the touch of flesh on flesh stirring old flames that were growing hotter by the second.
A strong part of me wanted to devour her, to tear the clothes off her body and have her hot and fast. But I also wanted to savor the moment, draw it out and make it last as long as I could.
It was our last time for who knew how long. It had to be the best time we’d ever had.
Supporting her back, I flipped her over onto the grass. Her hair splayed out in the moonlight. Paired with the glowing of her skin, she looked like a painting I’d hang on my wall.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered.
She gave me her classic smile, which only enriched her beauty.
I loved her so much. I’d never stop.
Trailing kisses down her neck, I sucked her nipples the way she liked it, then slowly stripped the rest of her clothes off her body. Each time a new bit of flesh was exposed, I kissed it, tasted it, memorized the shape. She soon lay naked beneath me and I took my time pleasuring her, caressing, kissing, nibbling every inch of her until she was arching her back beneath me. Her moans of pleasure filled the private garden, sinking into the hedges around us and filling the air like a sweet song.
Gripping my hair, she dragged me up her body. “I need you…now.”
Snatching my jeans, I scrambled for protection.
She giggled. “You figured you’d get lucky tonight, huh?”
“I was knocking on your door to tell you I love you always and forever. A guy comes prepared for that kind of thing.”
Her laugh deepened to that adorable chuckle I couldn’t get enough of. I went still, soaking it in before she yanked the condom out of my grasp and helped me wrap myself.
Then she lay back down and gave me every last inch of her.
Sliding home was the best feeling I’d had in years. It was familiar yet driven by a new intensity that was powerful and sweet.
“Damn, you feel good,” I whispered against her ear before sucking her lobe and sinking even further into her.
“Welcome home,” she whispered, digging her fingers into my back and urging me to drive harder.
Her panting breath on my cheek was soft yet electric. She trailed her lips across my jawline and sucked my chin as I rose and thrust back and forth.
Delicate fingers rested against my forearms as she gazed at me with a dreamy smile. She opened her mouth to speak, but all she could manage was a deep moan that soon gave way to a whimpering cry of pleasure. Grabbing my ass, she pushed me inside her until I was driving hard and fast to a place I’d never been before.
Sex had sent me to high places, but this one was a whole new level.
Her cries grew and I joined her, forgetting the fact that we were exposed to the night.
All that existed was me and her.
My eyes glazed as an orgasm rocketed through me. I pushed into her and held fast as she gripped my body, wrapping her legs around me and holding tight.
As I slowly floated back to reality, my arms went slack and I lay on top of her, tantalized by the brush of her erect nipples on my skin. She cupped the back of my head and nestled our cheeks together, using my body as a naked blanket for hers.
Her lips quivered against my earlobe, and then I felt a tear trickle between our cheeks.
I tried to pull away so I could look at her, but she held tight and kept me where I was.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I was just thinking that if we have to have a goodbye, this is the perfect one.” She sniffed. “When I leave you tonight, I won’t be tormented like the other times. We love each other. I know that now. And we’re not being torn apart by outside forces.”
I wrestled against her and pulled back so I could stare into her eyes.
Running my finger down the edge of her face, I braved a smile. “I’ll wait for you. I don’t care how long you need to be away.”
Her smile was wonky. “I can’t ask you to wait.”
“You’re not. I’m choosing to.”
“But…”
“I know that you’re the only girl for me now, and nothing is going to persuade me otherwise.”
She cupped my cheek and brushed her thumb beneath my eye. “You’re the only guy for me too. There’s never been anyone but you.”
Her eyes told me exactly what she was saying. And I was honored.
My throat thickened with emotion as I gave her the best smile I could.
But it was hampered by the growing sadness.
She was leaving me again. Yes, she’d come back, but when? How much longer did I have to live without her?
“You’ll stay in touch, right?” I croaked, panic stealing my voice.
She let out a breathy chuckle and nodded. “I’ll send you songs, photos. I’ll GoPro everything.”
I laughed and rested my forehead against hers. “I’ll write you love letters.”
My husky words scored me a kiss. It was deep and passionate, an outpouring of emotion that took us on another ride. One last moment of beauty before we pulled our clothes back on and went our separate ways.
We exchanged numbers, something that made us both chuckle. How had we spent so much time together, gotten to the point where we’d declared our love for each other, without doing something so simple, so mundane, as exchanging numbers? She made me promise not to see her off at the airport. I understood why and so I agreed, as long as she promised to text me as soon as she landed in Hawaii.
We kissed again by her car, and it took everything in me not to beg her to stay.
As her car disappeared into the darkness, I felt my gut sink into my shoes. The sadness that enveloped me was a new kind. It wasn’t a confused or desolate sadness. There was a thread of hope that kept me from sinking.
Charlie was still mine.
And I was hers.
And one day, we’d be together again.