She moves so fast it’s dizzying, the sensation overwhelming and unexpected when her mouth finally engulfs my shaft. The heat of her throat and the bobbing of her head make me harder than I was before I came.
“I want to hear it wasn’t worth it,” she says. “I want to hear there’s nothing like my body wrapped around yours.”
She relaxes her throat and takes me as far as she can, having to keep two fingers on my base to massage my whole dick.
I moan as her tongue laps at a drop of precum without pulling me off her mouth. “It wasn’t, Robyn, nothing’s worth losing the right to make love to you.”
She releases my cock with a pop, and while I try helplessly to grab her hips, she rises onto her knees and slides me back home inside her.
She moans. “Don’t you see? Don’t you see how there’s nothing better than this?”
I lean forward as much as the makeshift ties allow while she keeps rocking her hips, letting my cock slide in and out of her. I lap at her neck, her chest, her breast.
“This is fucking great,” I say, breathless, “but there are better things, sweetheart.”
Her rhythm doesn’t falter, but her eyes meet mine like a bleeding wound.
“Untie me, sweet thing. Let me show you.”
She undoes one of the knots, and once my right hand’s free, I loop my arm behind her back and tug her closer to me, then clamp my mouth around her nipple, cheeks hollowing around her breast.
“Your pussy tightening around my cock, your breasts bouncing in my face so close I can suck them—” I moan as she throws her head back. “Un-fucking-real, Robyn. That’s not all we are, though. We were always more than fucking and napping. Reading side by side with you.” I squeeze her hip and drag her up and down my cock. “Discussing brain facts.” Snaking my hand between us, I press my thumb to her clit. “Describing impossible cakes. That’s the fucking dream, Robyn.”
“I’d missed that about us.”
I nod. She’s fluttering around me, so close, but she won’t come like this. She never has. I flick my thumb against her clit, then add pressure to her pubic bone, angling her hips and my shaft so I drag the ridge of my crown against her G-spot.
“What’s that?” she asks.
“Something I read about,” I say, the heat coiling low in my spine—the unmistakable pull that tells me I need to make her come now. “Watching you in action, Robyn.” I shift my hand so I can apply pressure just above her mound and keep my thumb circling insistently around her clit. “Knowing you save lives more days than not.”
I kiss her with desperation and greed. She pulls my other hand free, and I bring her closer, my now-released arm firm at her back, holding her to me as her fingers tangle in my hair.
“I’m in awe of you, sweetheart.”
“I’m in awe of you too, Nate.” Her voice breaks. “That’s why it hurt so much.”
“I know, baby.”
The moment crests, and her orgasm washes over her—eyes closed, mouth open, pussy tightening around my cock. And I chase pleasure with her, painting her insides with my cum.
Now that we’ve let the anger out… there’s space for a new love.
The brick streetsof Pioneer Square are uneven underfoot, the stones worn smooth by more than a century of footsteps. Robyn walks a half step behind me, soaking in the details that the guide’s pointing at as if she’s the one into architecture. Her damp hair curls at the end of her ponytail, and the breeze carries her shampoo—the hotel’s hibiscus—straight into my ravenous senses.
This morning changed everything… and nothing. When she came out of the shower, we didn’t kiss. And now we’re not holding hands, but it all feels lighter. As if it finally put a full stop on the pain we’ve both felt about our past relationship. Everything we’ve done since I arrived in Bend, hard as it was for me to earn an inch, was steeped in past mistakes. Now, looking at Robyn’s smooth brows and relaxed shoulders, we’re finding our construction site, examining the options in silence after a storm when the ground is still wet but the sky has cleared.
I drag my hand down the back of my neck.
I’ve gotten very few angry words from Robyn. Her body, though, had been vibrating demanding answers and true gestures in a way that I finally understand my word had always felt insufficient. Robyn’s words rattle in my brain. “You had a whole fucking affair,”she’d said. “I want to hear it wasn’t worth it.” It should feel humiliating.
Instead, I think we finally cleaned the debris of our building lot and can envision what might erect there rather than what was once destroyed.
Robyn slows when the sidewalk narrows, glancing down at the old bricks.
“Careful with your heel.” I point at one of the pebbles. “Some of these shift.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “I’ve been paying more attention to the roads and buildings than you have.”
