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“Take off your pants,” I plead.

Before I know what’s happening, his finger is gone, and he’s pulled off his pants and boxers. He puts his hands on my hips and urges me to move on top of him. He spreads my thighs on either side of him.

My lips are on his chest while my hands are on his cock. I’m stroking him tightly, and he’s groaning.

“I’m going to fucking come already if you don’t get your hands off of me.”

I move my hands to his chest. “Sounds like you need to learn better control,” I taunt. I put my lips against his and slip my tongue into his mouth.

But he rips his mouth away. “Control? I’ll show you control,” he says harshly. The electric look in his gaze has me shaking with need.

He takes hold of my hips and positions me over him. He pushes me down at the same time he thrusts upwards. Hard. Just once.

I moan at the welcome intrusion. “Don’t stop,” I beg as I wriggle against him impatiently.

“Who’s in control now?”

“Brad, please.”

He grabs the back of my head and pulls my mouth down to his as he slams into me again. I gasp against his mouth as I feel myself stretching to accommodate him. The delicious fullness of his cock fills me completely. But it’s not enough. I want more. I slowly begin rocking my hips against his straining length, and he rocks along with me.

The dance of our movements is starting a slow, building inferno inside of me. The feel of him buried deep inside of me has me clenching and unclenching around him. His hand finds my clit again, and he rubs against me.

His thrusts become faster. The hard pulse of his cock beneath me has me fighting for air. I hear the sounds of my panting and his uncontrolled breathing as he moves up and down again and again. When the rhythmic motion becomes more erratic, more hurried, I moan into his mouth. His tongue thrusts into my mouth again as his cock thrusts into me.

Just when I can’t take any more, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, and his intense gaze stares into my eyes. “I want you to come on my dick. Right now. I want to feel you squeeze me. I want to look at you when you come.”

Oh. My. God. Just when I think I can’t possibly want him more, he says something like that. My body is screaming for release, but I have to take him with me.

I lift and sit down on his hard cock just as he thrusts up. We do it again. And again. And then, when I can’t take any more of the unrelenting, exquisite torture, I do exactly as he told me to do. I come violently against him. His jaw clenches, he groans, and then he thrusts into me a final time.

My heart is a jackhammer pounding in my chest. I’m dizzy from the intensity.

“Holy fuck,” Brad says quietly.

I’m lying on his chest, his lips against my hair. I can’t find the energy to comment about what just happened.

Holy fuck about sums it up, though.

Chapter 10

Winny

The holiday lights in the town square twinkle against the dusky sky. The sounds of Christmas music bring about a festive atmosphere as families walk around looking at the booths filled with holiday crafts and wares for sale. The smells of freshly baked cookies, cakes, and other sweets have me salivating and my stomach grumbling. Since Brad is on his way to meet up with me, I can’t give in to the temptation. We have dinner reservations, and I don’t want to ruin my appetite.

Today marks two weeks since Brad came back into my life. The two weeks have flown by faster than I could have imagined. We’ve gotten into a daily routine of Brad going to help his mom pack or do occasional work for his boss while I go to the skating rink each day for lessons and necessary paperwork.

Our days are busy with unavoidable chores, but our evenings are glorious. Brad has been coming over every night. Sometimes, we go out, and sometimes we do something fun around town. But we spend most of our evenings at home. The way we spend our evenings varies, but our nights are always the same. Each night, we cuddle, make love, and hold each other tightly as though each night will be our last.

With one week left to go, we are getting dangerously close to the end. I can’t stand to think of the day when we’ll have to say goodbye. My heart is breaking already.

I can no longer pretend I’m not in love with Brad. He’s my one and only and always has been. He cares about me, too. I see it in everything he says and does.

Are we both willing to let this go? What choice do we have?

People do long-distance relationships all the time. If that’s our only option, we have to give it a shot. I can’t let him walk out again. I just can’t do it.

I check my watch and realize I am a little early. Brad should be here soon, but in the meantime, I’ll busy myself with people-watching from my seat on the bench where we’re supposed to meet.