bury myself in her curves, worshiping her, the very act of being inside her feeling like some sort of sacred ritual.
“Faster,” she whispers. “Please, Lars. Harder. I need you. I need this.”
I thrust into her, my hips moving as fast as I can go, every single thrust like a prayer. The whole time, I restrained myself from saying what I really want to say.
That I love her.
That I need her.
That being with her, being inside her, completes me in a way that nothing else can.
We come together, her breath drawn ragged, our cries rising to the high ceiling. After we catch our breath, I help her up and pull her along to the main bedroom, touching her and kissing her as we both get in the shower.
We're both spent by then. She allows me to undress her and stands under the water with me, pressed against me. Her eyes are closed as she enjoys the simplicity of my touch and the heat from the shower.
I kiss her, not knowing quite what is going on in her head. When I cup her cheek and raise her face towards me, she opens her eyes a slit.
“This is nice,” she murmurs. “I didn't think I would be glad that we came away for the weekend… But I think I really needed it.” She pauses. “I think I really need you most of all.”
My heart beats faster at her words. I band down and kiss her mouth, taking all of the love I feel but can't say out loud and putting it into my kiss.
We fuk again, exhausted, falling into the tangled sheets. At some point, I lose track of time. The sun goes down as I lie on my side, breathing heavily. Pippa falls asleep on my chest, curled against me.
I do drowse a little bit, letting my mind drift. I get the feeling that I am in a fast moving stream, the water swelling as it reaches a low point before dropping away down a waterfall. That's how I feel about my current relationship with Pippa. I'm worried that if I don't go along with it and ease into the flow, I will miss something. But I already know that the date of our break up is looming up ahead.
In two months, I supposed to give her up. And I don’t know how I’m going to do it.
I'm not sure what I am supposed to do about it, exactly. All I can think of is that I have to just muster the courage to tell her how I really feel.
I think that she wouldn't dismiss it out of hand. She would at least give me a chance.
But I'm not sure. And my uncertainty about her reaction causes me to feel dread.
The idea of Pippa not being present in my life anymore looms large. If I somehow cause that, I would not to know what to do with myself.
Somehow I managed to fall asleep and I wake up a few hours later, finding Pippa beside me still. We seem to wake at the same time, our eyes meeting. She smiles at me.
“So much for seeing the sights in Monte Carlo,” she should says shyly.
I kiss her lips briefly, savoring her taste. Then I sit up with a sigh. “This is Monte Carlo. Some of the best spots are only to be viewed at night. That is, as long as you’re willing to take a little risk.”
Her eyebrows raise a little. “Oh? You mean go out right now?”
I cast my gaze down her naked body, pursing my lips. “That is, unless you have other plans…”
She chuckles, rolling her eyes. “Even I have limits on my libido. Give it a couple of hours and I'm sure it will be back in full force.”
I grin. “Well, I say we hit the strip, then. Downtown Monte Carlo it's basically a bunch of large hotels and casinos, all spaced out by shops and restaurants. We can get something to eat or grab a drink…”
She brightens. “Does that mean we should dress up?”
I smirk at her. “Monte Carlo wrote demands nothing less of us.”
Just like that, she's climbing on the bed, rushing to her suitcases. She unzips a white garment bag, rifling through its contents excitedly. To my delight, she dresses herself in a simple but stunning black gown. It has high slits on each side and the satiny material is soft to the touch. I watch her get dressed, opting for a pair of dark dress pants and