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His words mean so much. He makes me feel good and wanted. He’s been incredibly sweet tonight, but I want to take control for a bit. I smirk at him. “It’s your turn now.”
I push on his shoulder and force him to roll to his back so I’m straddling him. “Yes, baby, ride my cock the way you like it,” Nate says. I lean down to kiss him, and his hands grip both of my ass cheeks.
Working my hips, I ride his cock. Nate closes his eyes and moans, then moves his own hips in unison with mine. Sitting up, I continue sliding up and down his length while his hands hold my hips. My head falls back, and I moan because it feels so good. Nate’s hand moves to my inner thigh, then I feel his finger swirling my clit, igniting my bundle of nerves and pushing me closer to another release. I look down at Nate, and the sight of him in ecstasy coupled with seeing his hand between my legs sets me off. My muscles clench, and I come again, screaming his name. My hands fly to my breasts, my oversensitized nipples singing with pleasure.
I don’t stop moving my hips, and I can tell Nate’s close. “I’m gonna come,” he says before pressing his back into the pillow and growling my name as he pours himself into me.
As we come down from the euphoria, I lean down and kiss Nate once more.
“You’re amazing,” he says.
“You are.” Looking at Nate, I suddenly get emotional. I can’t believe this is the last time we’ll be together before he leaves again. I’m going to miss our connection. Not just our sexual chemistry, which is off the charts, but his companionship.
I roll over and stand. “I’ll be right back,” I say as I head to the bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I fight back tears again. It was hard enough when Nate left before when I was mad at him and never wanted to speak to him again. Despite that, I still missed him and wished things were different. Now, I’m not sure how I’m going to get through him leaving again. Why did I have to fall for someone who lives so far away?
I finish using the bathroom, then walk back out to the room. Nate’s lying naked on the bed, one arm behind his head, the other resting on his well-defined abs. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
He smiles. “Did you come good?”
His question makes me smile. “Uh, you could say that. I came three times.”
“Good. Next time, I’ll make you come more,” he says, wearing a smug look on his face.
I laugh. “Oh, really? How’s that fair? You only get one orgasm.”
He shrugs. “I love it when you come. You look sexy as hell.”
“You’re sexy as hell,” I say back to him, then begin picking my clothes up off the floor.
As I get dressed, Nate says, “There will be a next time, Shawna.” I fasten my bra, then stop and look at him. “I know it’ll be hard, but I want us to stay in touch while I’m in San Diego. I’ll come up here again whenever I can to see you. And Noah.”
Is he saying he wants to try a long-distance relationship? I hope that’s what he means. “Okay … how long do you think it’ll be before you can come here again?”
“I don’t know exactly. It depends on work and if they need to send me somewhere else for another job, but I’m hoping it’ll be sometime in the next month.”
I nod, then go back to getting dressed. “Well, I hope we don’t have to wait too long.”
Nate stands and walks over to me. Taking both my hands in his, he holds them close to his chest. “I hope we don’t have to wait very long, either. Shawna, I know it’s going to be hard, but I want to try a long-distance relationship with you. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I’ve developed strong feelings for you, and I can’t say goodbye without knowing we’ll be together again soon.”
He’s saying everything I want to hear. His feelings mirror mine, and it lights me up inside. I lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. “I feel the same way. I want to try to see where this goes.”
Nate wraps his arms around me and holds me close, burying his head in the crook of my neck. “I’m so glad,” he says.
We stand there, just holding one another. Neither of us wants to let go, so we just revel in the comfort and joy of being together while we still can.
