hour trip back home in just a few hours. I turn my head to the naked woman sleeping soundly next to me, her skin riddled with hickeys from my mouth. I run my hand down her shoulder towards her hip and she sighs in her sleep before snuggling closer against my chest. Her back is to me, something that my dick has already noticed as her ass is unconsciously moving against me.
I am so fucked.
How could I possibly have thought this was going to end well? One carnal weekend of passion with Stassi and now we just have to go back to how things were? My dick softens in response to the anger coursing through me. Anger at myself, anger at her, anger at the world for putting this woman in my life as the only role I can’t have. Shouldn’t want. I’m not sure what it is about her that makes her so enticing. My cock wants to say it’s the forbidden aspect of our relationship that makes our encounters so hot. That forbidden fruit bullshit. But I’m not sure it’s just that. Despite all of our arguments over the years, I always had a different kind of connection with Stassi. I’ve always found her smart and charming and she could captivate my attention quicker than anyone with her wit and fire.
Part of me wonders if she’s taught me more than I’ve taught her over the years. I pull myself out of bed and make my way into the bathroom, wanting to take either a scalding hot shower or one worthy of the arctic to try and snap myself out of the sex induced fog I’m in. I’ve barely made it two feet when I hear her voice. “Where you going?” She sounds sleepy and lethargic; it makes me want to just crawl back in bed and kiss her senseless. I turn towards her and notice her swollen puffy lips that I spent hours biting at last night. Her hair is wild and she instantly pulls it up into a bun on top of her head, letting the sheet fall around her to expose her chocolate nipples that I just want to suck between my teeth. Fuck. Absolutely not helping.
“Stassi.” I rub a hand over my face and pinch the bridge of my nose. “We need to head out soon. I was just going to take a shower.”
“You…” She bites her bottom lip and looks away from my gaze. “You don’t want me to join you?” We hadn’t taken a bath or a shower without the other in two days so I can see why she’s disappointed.
“I think it’s time we start training ourselves not to expect the other to be there.”
“We’re still in Charleston,” she points out.
“Stassi…”
“This already fucking sucks,” she says crossing her arms and falling back into the pillow. “I didn’t know last night was going to be the last time.” Her lip trembles slightly and I can see the tears forming in her eyes. “I would have tried to make it last longer,” she whispers. “I would have wanted it to last all night.”
I make my way across the room and grab my briefs from where Stassi threw them in her haste to wrap her mouth around my dick. Tingles shoot through me down to my balls at the memory of her sucking my cock. Her drool sliding down the sides of my shaft, her tongue rolling around the tip, and sucking every drop I had to offer. I let out a shaky breath as I try to calm my dick and realize I’ll definitely need that cold shower. I pull on the briefs before I sit on the bed with my very naked stepdaughter knowing that she could probably seduce me with just a look while we’re both naked on the bed we’ve defiled countless times this weekend. “Stass, we talked about this. We said one weekend. That’s it.” I sigh as I prepare to share some of my truths with her. “It’s going to be hard…knowing what we know and having done what we’ve done. But this is something we have to leave here. We can’t take this,” I point between us, “home with us.”
“But…”
“No,” I tell her. “I never would have gone down this road with you if I knew you wouldn’t be able to separate this from the reality we left back at home. No one would understand, Stassia. Hell, I don’t even fucking understand. How I could be in love