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We knew our time would be short, but it is something everlasting.
My mind will hold on to your every detail, from the way your hair frames your face to the way you close your eyes immediately after you come for me. My body will forever remember the feel of your inner walls working my cock, creating a home for every inch as I slide in and out. With my body over yours, the way your nipples feel against my chest as I move over you. The way you arch up with deep breaths, only seeking more, will always be with me.
Your skin is soft, smooth, and like silk. My fingers crave touching every millimeter of you. Your essence and taste linger on my tongue, making me want to have one more lick of your sweet pussy. My mind craves our conversations as we lie in bed together. My heart longs to have so much more with you.
I have learned quite a bit about myself during our time together. I always thought I was a simple man. Release was release... until you.
Annie, you complicate me in the best of ways. Things I never once wanted, I suddenly desire.
In everything I want, most of all, Annie, I want you to breathe again, live again, and love again.
Tears threaten to fall, but I fight them back. I will not have this emotionally sad goodbye. I came to Detroit to find closure and to write a novel. I did both. Angelo gave me both.
Laying the journal on the nightstand, I roll over and study the man, the masterpiece, beside me. Trailing soft kisses over his chest, I smile when he opens his eyes and looks at me. I press my lips to his, opening slowly, our tongues meeting. Then I close my eyes tightly as my body comes alive.
He slides his arm under me, cupping my ass as he moves me over him. I feel his hard length and slide over it. The contact to my clit has me ready to combust. On my second slide, he enters me, stretching and filling me.
“I wanna watch you, Tatum. I wanna see you work yourself over me,” Angelo says in a heated growl.
Sitting up, I lean back, placing my hands behind me on his thighs. Lifting my hips, I rise up to where I feel his tip almost slide out, before I let myself drop back onto him. My breasts rise and fall in rhythm with my hips while Angelo watches, studies, and memorizes my movements.
It’s erotic. It’s hot. It’s intimate.
Looking down, I watch as my pussy swallows him up. We are joined as one, as I continue to slide up and back down his length.
I lay my head back as the ecstasy builds. He brings his hands up to cup my breasts as I quicken the pace. Then Angelo rises up beneath me, somehow delving deeper.
I cry out his name as my body spasms around him. The aftershocks roll through me as he finds his own release.
Falling forward over him, he traces my spine softly with his fingertips.
“Today’s the day, Tatum,” he whispers, and I feel his hesitation mix with my own.
“Angelo, I think I should go to the airport alone.”
He stills, not speaking. His cock is still inside of me, and I feel it pulse.
Leaning up, I look at him. “Goodbyes are hard enough. Let’s just enjoy this moment, and then you go home like usual. I’ll be okay.”
He studies me. “Is that what you really want?”
I can’t speak. The words are caught in my throat. I choke on them. I nod, instead. If I say a single word right now, there is a chance I may not ever leave Detroit. And that would be crazy. I don’t want to taint what we both found of ourselves in each other.
Lifting me effortlessly off him, Angelo slips out of me. Automatically, I feel empty, and not just physically.
Grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around me, I fight my emotions as he places a soft kiss on my lips. Then he grabs my head, pulling me to him for a kiss to my forehead. I exhale.
“If that is what you really want, Tatum,” he says softly, getting up from the bed and getting dressed.
I can’t do this. I can’t say goodbye. I need to remember I have a flight to catch and a life to return to.
He kisses me one more time, slowly, softly, and sensually, before he cups my chin and studies my face before pulling away and leaving.
For a little while, I lie in the bed and fight to compose myself. My phone rings, and I answer without looking, thinking it’s Angelo.
“Hello,” I answer with my heart on my sleeve.
“Tatum, I’ll be at the airport to pick you up. I know things have been busy, but we’ll need to dive right in to edits as soon as possible to make our deadline.”
