I grab a condom from the nightstand and wonder what it will be like when we’re free to take risks—when I can fuck her bare, with no barriers between us, just skin to skin. When I can plant my baby inside her and watch it grow. The image has me harder than ever. The possessive streak she inspires in me knows no bounds when it comes to her.
I roll the latex down my cock while she shimmies out of her panties, and I cover her slim body with mine plunging deep inside her with one stroke.
MacKenzie wraps her arms around my shoulders and grips her strong thighs on my hips as she holds on while I slide in and out of her body.
Every moan, every gasp is like a gift, and I want to scoop each one up and collect them all. I don’t like that the driving force behind making this better than any other time we’ve been together is because she’s leaving in the early hours of the morning.
Whatever this is, whatever we have tonight, is going to have to tide us over for the next nine months. And when she comes home, we’re going to have to re-learn how to be together, who we are with each other. There’s a lot that can change in nine months, but one thing I know won’t change are my feelings for her. MacKenzie Black is under my skin and in my blood. There’s no going back now.
There are no sweet, sexy whispers, no dirty talk as we come together and drink each other in. Just the quiet gasp as her pussy flutters and clenches when she finds her release. And I wrap my body around hers and follow her over the edge.
We stay like this for a moment, and then I slide out of her body, hating the distance that creeps back in between us. I go into the bathroom to get rid of the condom, hating it because it puts even more separation between us. Though I know why condoms are so important for her at this juncture, it would ruin her career if she realized that she was pregnant a couple weeks into her deployment. I still hate it nonetheless.
When I come back to bed, MacKenzie is lying on her side tucked under the covers with her body turned away from where I lay.
While I thought I knocked down some of her walls, she threw them back up and fortified them at the first available opportunity. Did what we just shared not matter at all? How can she cut me from her so callously, and yet so thoroughly, like one would a cancer? It feels like, to her, I no longer matter.
I lay next to her in bed and stew all night.Does she even want me? Why am I even here?I had plans to take her out for a romantic dinner and tell her that I’m falling in love with her, but she never gave me the opportunity.
I want to give her time to love me back, but maybe she just doesn’t.
She clearly doesn’t want to share an intimacy with me other than a few orgasms for the road. That thought stings. It cuts deep, the idea that I’m just an available dick to her when, to me, she is so much more.
By the early morning light, I haven’t slept a wink.
When MacKenzie tries to slide out of bed without waking me, I lose it. Does she think she’s going to give me the slip like a one-night stand whose name she doesn’t even know? I don’t fucking think so. I’m pissed. She’s hurting me—cutting me deep— and I want to hurt her back. She wants to treat me like her whore, then I’ll show her how shitty that feels.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl as I pin her to the bed.
“I-I have to get ready to go,” she says.
“Not just yet.”
I press her body into the mattress and grind my erection against her ass, letting it slip between her pussy lips and tap her clit.
She arches her back and moans. “Yes.”
I reached for the bedside drawer and rip open a condom. I cover myself with one hand while keeping her pinned to the bed with the other— a heavy palm in the middle of her back. I spread her legs and thrust in hard and fast.
“Did you think you were going to leave without saying goodbye?” I ask on a plunge. I drive into her with all of the aggression that I have pent up inside of me.
“N-No,” she stutters and gasps as I take her with a ruthlessness I’m not entirely proud of. MacKenzie and I have played some, we’ve shared a lot of intimacies in our short time together, but never have I fucked her like a savage.
“Don’t lie to me.” I plunge into her again and again, over and over.
“Okay! Maybe!” she answers. “I don’t know.”
“Stop putting distance between us,” I roar while pounding into her from behind.
“I’m scared,” she admits as she twists the bedding in between her delicate fingers.
The simple action makes me realize that her avoidance isn’t because she doesn’t want me, but because she’s terrified by how much she does. I change the course of my mission in an instant. Instead of punishing her, I show her more pleasurable ways to work out those pent-up emotions that are scaring the shit out of her.
“Then fuck it out.” I pull out quickly and flip us so that I’m laying on my back and she’s straddling my hips. “If you feel something, work it out. But do it with me.”
She watches me for a moment, those gorgeous green eyes burning into mine, before she comes to a decision. She nods once and sinks down over my cock.
“Thank fuck.”
