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I clear my throat. “Shall we get started?”
While a final session will inevitably be bittersweet, each movement tinged with nostalgia for better times, it’s also a chance for closure, to say a proper goodbye to what we had and look toward the future.
“Whenever you’re ready.” His tone is gentle and his eyes soft. It only makes this harder.
We begin with a light cardio warm-up, jogging side by side on the treadmill. The steady beat of our footfalls and the ache in my legs is comforting, a familiarity I cling to.
After a few minutes, we move on to strength training. I load weights onto the barbell and help Brian lift it onto his shoulders, my hands lingering on his waist. We continue to move through a variety of exercises.
“Looking strong,” Brian murmurs as I squat. His gaze burns into me, filled with heat, pride, and sadness. I grip the bar tighter, forcing myself to focus on the ache in my muscles and not the one in my chest.
We continue like this for over an hour, moving from one exercise to the next. Conversation flows as easily as ever, peppered with comfortable silences. It’s so bittersweet being with him like this. It’s a perfect reminder of everything I’ll miss.
By the end, we’re both flushed and breathless, standing close in a tangle of lingering touches and shared glances. I know we should part, but I can’t quite make myself leave, not yet. Instead, I lean into him with a sigh, taking comfort in his warmth and strength. Brian’s arms wrap around me, pulling me close against his chest. We have no future, but for now, we have this. A perfect ending to our imperfect love. I tilt my head up, meeting his gaze. There’s a question in his eyes—a silent plea for one last kiss. I hesitate, knowing it’ll only make this harder, but in the end, I can’t deny him.
Our lips meet, soft and slow. Familiar heat blooms between us as Brian deepens the kiss, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. I moan into his mouth, arching closer, and he growls in response. When we part, we’re both breathing hard. Brian’s eyes are dark with desire and something more…something that makes my heart ache.
“One more time,” he rasps, his voice rough. “For old time’s sake.”
I know I should say no. I know this’ll only make moving on harder for both of us. But the need and longing are too much, and the memory of his touch too fresh.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Brian’s mouth claims mine again, hot and hungry this time. His hands slide under my shirt, and his calloused palms skim up my sides to cup my breasts. I gasp into his mouth, my nipples tightening under his touch. We stumble toward the weight bench, shedding clothes as we go. By the time the back of my knees hit the bench, Brian’s shirt is gone, and my sports bra is hanging off one arm.
He nudges me down onto the bench, kneeling to slide off my sneakers and socks. His lips trail up my inner thighs, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, and I whimper in anticipation. This is madness, I know. We’re only going to make this harder on ourselves. But as Brian’s mouth closes over the apex of my thighs, warm and wicked, I find I no longer care. All that matters is this moment, this man, and the pleasure only he can give me. I cling to his shoulders, my fingers digging into hard muscle as he feasts on me. His tongue works magic, pushing me higher and higher until I shatter around him with a hoarse cry.
He kisses his way back up my body as I struggle to catch my breath. I taste myself on his lips, arousal spiking anew. Our gazes lock, and in his eyes, I see the same addictive need that burns in my blood.
“Inside you,” he rasps, voice ragged. “Now, Tanya. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Brian, please.”
He kicks off his sweats and boxers, then grabs a foil packet from his pocket. My heart aches at the sight—he came prepared. He was hoping for this; hoping I’d give in to the heat between us one last time. I take the condom from him and roll it on, stroking his hard length. He groans, his forehead dropping to rest on my shoulder.
“You’re killing me, baby.”
“Then do something about it,” I taunt, guiding him to my entrance.
Brian surges into me with a growl, filling me to the hilt. I cry out at the familiar stretch and burn as my nails score down his back.
He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against mine. I meet him thrust for thrust, pleasure and heartache warring within me. He fills me deep. Brian shifts, changing the angle, and stars explode behind my eyes as he hits just the right spot.
“Come for me,” he rasps, his fingers circling my clit. “One more time, baby. Come for me.”
I inch closer. “Harder, Brian. Go harder.” He pounds my pussy hard, and I find myself heating up with a desire to burst. He looks me in the eye as he takes me, animalistic, hungry, in control. I feel the orgasm rising with every thrust and let it take me over. I scream his name as I come, my body shaking with pleasure.
“We’re not done just yet,” he says, as he lifts me up and carries me toward the corner of the room. He puts me down on my feet, grabs my arm, and twists it playfully behind my back. Then, he turns me around. I’m facing the wall, and he grabs my waist with one hand. With his other, he reaches in front of me and uses his fingers to trace sensual circles across my clit. He then thrusts so deep I gasp for breath. He bites my earlobe, and I can’t help but scream out in pleasure as his thrusts become harder and faster. I jump and moan as his mouth moves down to my neck, his hands sliding to my hips, pushing me against him as his thrusts become frenzied.
The pleasure builds until I’m screaming as I reach the peak of my orgasm. He finds his release into the condom, and my body trembles with pleasure as wave after wave of bliss washes over me. For a long moment, we lie tangled together, the only sounds our ragged breathing. Brian eases out of me with a wince and ties off the condom, dropping it in the trash bin under the weight bench.
I sit up slowly, aching in places that I didn’t even know existed. This is it, then. The end.
Brian cups my face in his hands, his gaze intense. “Thank you,” he says softly. “For giving me this, and for giving me you, if only for a little while.”
My throat tightens. I cover his hands with my own, holding them in place. “You’re welcome,” I whisper. “And thank you, for being exactly what I needed when I needed it most.”
He kisses me then, a sweet and lingering goodbye. I cling to him for just a moment more before forcing myself to stand on shaky legs. It’s time to go. I get dressed in silence as Brian watches me with an unreadable expression. At the door, I pause, wanting to say something, anything, to make this easier. But there are no words to dull the ache in my heart.
