slowly enters me with two thick digits.
Everything else fades away for a brief moment as he fucks me with his fingers, slow and deep, bringing me to the brink of pleasure before easing out of me. I want to tell him to put his fingers back inside of me, but he crawls up over my body and hooks one of my legs over his hip, nestling himself between my thighs.
Dragging his cock through my arousal, I let out a sigh, clawing at his chest, needing him closer.
“Soon, Junebug, I know you’re eager, but I want to drag this out as long as I can.”
A deep groan rumbles out of his chest as I sink my nails into his skin and bite at his bottom lip, urging him to get on with it.
The mushroom head of his cock grazes my entrance, and I lift my hips just a smidge, and like magic, he sinks deep inside of me. That one single stroke makes my stomach quake, and I shiver at the intensity of pleasure that ripples through me.
“Fuck. I never think it can get better, but every time it does.”
“Sooo good,” I whimper, holding onto his biceps as he slowly moves his hips, each deep penetrating stroke driving me closer to the heavens.
Jackson grits his teeth and continues his punishingly slow pace, making love to me, and piecing all the broken pieces of my heart back together. With him, I feel everything, all the emotions I want to escape, he makes me feel each one when he’s inside of me.
Moving faster, he buries his face in the crook of my neck. Using one arm to hold himself up and the other to keep my leg in place against his hip, he drives into me, over and over again, until I’m consumed by him. Until there is nothing left in the world besides him and me.
There is no escaping the orgasm that lays claim to me right then, zinging up my spine, making me feel completely weightless. My pussy flutters around his length, and Jackson hisses into my skin as he continues to move through my peak. A few more strokes and he too meets his release, his warm release filling me to the brim, and trickling out onto my thighs.
I’m on cloud nine, and nowhere near coming down. The weight of Jackson’s body on mine makes me feel secure and protected. I want to stay like this forever but know all too well, that soon he’ll pull away, tug on his clothes, and disappear into the night.
Maybe this time it’ll be different?
Rolling off of me, he lies back against the mattress, his chest heaving, matching the rise and fall of my own. I’m not sure what to do, so I just lie there, waiting to see what happens next. After a while, he gets out of bed and like I suspected, starts putting his clothes on. Grabbing the comforter from the edge of the bed, I drag it up to my chest, covering myself.
I can feel Jackson’s eyes on me, but I can’t look at him. I don’t know why I thought this would be different. Why had I even hoped? I’m stupid. We may not be enemies, but we certainly aren’t anything else.
“This is nice… I mean, sex with you is great, fantastic even, but that’s all it can ever be.”
“I know,” I whisper, leaning back against the headboard. I can still feel his release against my thighs.
“Good. Maybe we’re not enemies anymore, but we aren’t friends either. I don’t know what the hell we are or even what we’re doing, but it can’t ever be more than sex, Kennedy. Okay?” It’s like he’s reassuring himself more than me, but I don’t say that. I don’t want to fight with him after sharing such an incredible moment together.
“I understand,” I tell him, hiding the emotions from my voice. I lift my gaze up and away from my hands and find him staring at me. I can’t make out what he’s thinking, but I’m not really trying either. All I’ll ever be to him is someone to get off with. Someone he can use for pleasure and discard afterward.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Without saying goodbye, he walks out of my apartment. The pieces of my heart that I was sure he’d fused back together, shatter all over again. I roll over and sob into the pillow that smells like us, wishing that things could be different because, for once, I truly don’t