“Put your hand here.”He gently reaches for my wrist and places it on his shaft.“Good, now move slowly.I want you to feel how fucking hard you make me.”
I do as he instructs, clumsy at first but eventually finding my rhythm.“Like this?”
“Yes, exactly like that.Okay, a little faster.You won’t hurt me.This is all for you.”
I hold him firmly and quicken the pace.
“Oh, that’s it, baby,” he moans, his breath heavy.“Just like that.”
His encouragement spurs me on.I listen for the lull in his breaths, and when he shudders under my touch, I stroke him harder, faster.Kit whispers sweet words, surrendering his body.
And possibly, his heart.
“We’ve crossed a line, haven’t we?”
I nod slowly.
“I don’t ever want it to stop.Promise me that it won’t.”
Does he know that this is about to end?
I don’t want to deceive him.Yet that’s all I’ve done.
Which is the reason I need to leave.
“Promise me.”
He is hard and aching in my hand as I stroke him quickly.“I promise that no matter what happens…I’m yours.”
It’s the best I can do.
Our mouths collide in a passion-filled kiss, and when I stroke over the head of his cock, he hardens before moaning, his shaft spasming in my hand.
That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.That response was because of me.
When he grows lax, I release him.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs sleepily, laying kisses all over my face.
My hand is sticky with his arousal.This substance creates life.Incredible, because at this moment, I feel reborn.
I’ve been sitting on this Greyhound bus for over ten hours.
Two, or maybe it’s three hours to go.
Either way, the farther I travel away from Kit, the less he feels real.
It feels as if I imagined him.
But the feelings I have for him confirm that he is very real.
And I am running away from them.
In no universe does this make any sense.
But here I am.
The last time I saw Kit, we showered and both slept in his bed.We sat down at the kitchen counter and ate breakfast together.There was no awkwardness.Just sadness on my part because I knew what was coming.
