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His hands cup my hips, pushes deeper into me.
“That feels so good,” I pant
“Fuck yeah, it does,” he groans.
“Try this.” He lifts me up slowly, sliding me off his cock and then pushing me back down.
I throw my head back and sigh.
“Does that feel good?” He does it again. This time he thrusts up and my thighs tremble.
“Oh my God, so good.” I move myself this time and after a few more times, I find a rhythm.
He doesn’t say another word. He just watches me, and meets me thrust for thrust.
I ride him until I feel the first flicker of my orgasm. I slide one hand off his shoulder and in between my thighs and start to rub my clit. “Carter, baby. I’m coming.”
“Good, make that pussy sing my name.”
The glorious sight of him beneath me letting me set the pace, letting me find my own pleasure, sends me over. I come, clinging to him and the sound that falls from my lips is a cry of victory. He’s mine. All mine.
“I love you, Beth” he groans and I open my eyes to the most exquisite look of ecstasy on his face. “My sweet apocalypse, my muse, I can’t live without you,” he moans. His hips pump hard and fast and then, he throws his head back and roars my name.
We’re lying in the hazy afterglow of blistering orgasms. Both of us drenched in sweat and gasping to catch our breath. His breath evens out and he falls asleep quickly. But I can’t.
I look down at his sleeping face and soak in all the beauty that’s him. It would always be like this for us. When we’re together the tableau of life goes from chaotic to sensible. But I’ve made a deal I can’t break. I don’t know what I’m going to do when he realizes that.
33
Carter
The Truth
When I wake up, I’m alone. I can smell her on the pillow, the flowers of her perfume, and the smoke from the night club mingled with her sweat and tears. I inhale but don’t take any comfort from it. The spot where she should be laying is cool. I can feel the weight of resignation in the air.
I get up and go in search of her. She’s out on her small balcony, staring into the night sky. I can tell by the stiff set of her shoulders that she’s not standing there replaying all of the ways I fucked her tonight. I grab a bottle of Scotch and two glasses from the small bar in her kitchen and pull the door open.
She startles, but doesn’t turn when I step outside to join her.
“Liquor for your thoughts?” I hold up the bottle of whiskey I picked up on my way.
She rolls her eyes at the bottle in my hand. “That’s the last thing I need, let’s go inside,” she grumbles and turns to walk inside. She’s just pulled the door open again when I grab her arm.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine. You’re letting all the cool air out and the mosquitoes in,” she snaps and runs a hand roughly through her hair. Her eyes fix on a spot over my shoulder. She bites her lip and fidgets uncomfortably.
I cup her chin and tug until she looks at me.
The Adriatic blue is swirling with hurt and something else I don’t understand. The normally bright whites are pink and glassy with the ghost of tears and the promise of more to come.
“Talk to me. We can tell each other anything. Nothing will change.”
Instead of the smile my words should inspire, her lips tremble and she presses them together and looks away from me.
I cup her shoulders and turn her back to me.
“Whatever is wrong, it’s okay,” I say hoping she believes me.
