“Desi, please, no more. I need the real thing. I need you!” I begged.
Tears streamed down my face as I recalled every night I had experienced without him. Nothing compared to him being here, and I wasn’t sure I could face another night alone.
He growled and pulled his finger away.He stood and tore the rest of his clothes off.With a swift thrust, he slid inside me, and I gasped. It felt foreign and familiar at the same time. I rolled him over and straddled him, taking every single inch of him into me. I choked on my breath as his cock shoved against my G-spot.
I ground into him, rotating my hips as he played with my breasts. The pleasure was almost too much, and I was struggling to hold on. I wanted this to last.
Otherwise, I risked losing him again.
“Scout—” Desi’s face took on a pained look, and he moaned. “You need to hurry, baby.”
And with that, I gave my body permission to come.
I exploded.
Every nerve in my body quaked and warmed as orgasm overtook me.I ground into him again, wanting every ounce of ecstasy his cock could give me, and then I collapsed.
Desi kept moving, bucking me up and down until a moment later, his thick mast began to pulse inside me, and he cried out.
We held each other, and I cried.
“Please don’t.” He wiped my tears.
“I thought you’d never come back.”
“Ssshh, of course I would. I always will, baby. Please don’t be sad. I won’t be leaving without you anymore. We leave tomorrow.”
I looked up into his still painted, albeit makeup-smeared face.
He seemed so confident, so sure of this.
“Are you sure? I can’t keep getting my hopes up.”
“Thank you for holding on, but the storm is over. And you know what they say.”
“What?”
“It can’t rain all the time.”
