“You wouldn’t want this to continue?”
I should be pleased that she doesn’t want a commitment from me. There’s not enough time in the day to keep everything within my control. If we keep emotions out of this, we can enjoy the best part of a relationship,the beginning,and then there will be no feelings hurt when we eventually part ways.
So why do those words coming out of her mouth make me want to punish her?
Tie her to my bed, moaning and coming until she admits that she’s intrigued by this too. I could obsess over her body, the sweet sounds she makes when I’m licking between her legs. But my perfect girl doesn’t want a commitment from me. She wants a fuck. Whereas, I’m all in. Six months ago, I would have pounced on the idea of sleeping with her with no strings attached. Especially knowing she was leaving, saving us from the awkwardness that would no doubt follow.
But now, Mia knows me. Every secret I’ve ever had, she knows. Well…all but one. But she knows more than my friends, more than my mom, even my brother. She indulged the controlling side of my personality and helped me. She wasn’t scared or judgmental. She took me as I am because she believes I’m a good person. And when I’m with her, I feel like I am. I feel like I can do anything. I can put aside my fears and see where this goes. I can at least try.
I kiss over her damp panties, the smell of her arousal filling my nostrils. So sweet. It’s been less than twenty-four hours, but I’m dying for another taste.
Her head lolls back as she clenches the bedding, her knuckles turning white.
“You wouldn’t want this to continue, Mia?” I murmur against her.
“I don’t want you to have to make promises you can’t keep.”
She’s shown her cards, and all it took was a swipe of my tongue. This is about her not trusting me, or anyone really.
There’s more to discuss. I don’t want this to be a quick fuck. I certainly don’t want us to have an end date before it even fucking starts, but where can I go from here? I don’t want to force her into my way of doing things; something tells me she’s experienced that before. She needs to be in control, or at least feel like she is. Otherwise, she’s going to bolt, and I’ll never get the chance to prove that I’m in this now. I want her here with me wherever she ends up working. I don’t care. But this, us, this is happening. And she’ll accept it soon enough.
“I won’t make any promises, love. But six weeks isn’t long enough.”
“Six weeks, it’ll be a clean break.”
I huff, gripping her hips with my fingertips.
“Try six months, we agreed to continue until you were settled in your job, otherwise it would look odd.”
“People wouldn’t need to know we broke up.”
I pull her panties down her thighs, past her calves until she lifts her toes and I throw them on top of her pile of clothes. Damn the mess.
“Three months,” she concedes.
“Five months.”
“Three,” she whines.
“Four?”
“Two.”
“Three,” I relent.
I’m not letting her go after three months. Not a fucking chance. Three lifetimes wouldn’t be enough.
“Deal.” She holds out her hand for me to shake. Instead, I link our fingers, swipe my tongue over her clit and push her back onto the bed.
“Take off your bra, Mia.”
“So demanding,” she tuts before a playful smirk tugs at her lips. Her eyes hooded as they trail down my body.
“If I was a demanding man, Mia, you would have agreed to six months or longer, but I conceded at three. Now take it off.”
She pulls the straps down one by one, her eyes never leaving mine. Flicking the clasp at the back, her breasts spill out of the lacy cups, and I grab the warm fabric and fling it behind me.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mia. Any preference on how?”
