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I ignore the comment.

“When will you finish?”

He grazes his teeth along my clavicle. “With enough time to fly to Bali before I get on the boat.”

“The non-contactable boat.”

He chuckles. “Sounds foreign, considering the world of technology we live in.”

“Is it safe?” I question for the millionth time.

“Baby.”

“Yeah, yeah. I might change my flight out too. If you’re leaving in two days, there’s not much point in me hanging around.”

“You’ll love South America,” he tells me. “We’ll do it together again one day.”

“Then Ireland.”

“Green grass,” he whispers.

“Five months.” I feel sick at the thought.

Knuckle rested under my chin, he lifts it, lips brushing against mine. “We’ve done longer.”

I kiss him. Savagely. Because he’s right. Five months is a blip in the ocean compared to what we’ve trekked through.

Brooks meets my fervor with his own. I can feel the despair in the caress of his lips. I taste the melancholy on his tongue. Preparing ourselves to say goodbye without dispute or betrayal may very well be the hardest thing either of us has ever had to do.

But it’s necessary. I’ve come to terms with that. If we can survive the distance while we navigate this new normal, we can survive anything. Our love will be stronger.

“Hen, baby, put your lips on my dick?”

A desperate plea for an intimacy shared between lovers.

“Kiss my cock for me.”

I fold onto my knees, giving in to his request without preamble, words unnecessary. Air pushes from his nostrils forcefully, relief and hunger hooding his lids and pulling at his smirking lips.

Hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, he uses his stiff length to push down his boxers, dragging his head against my agape lips.

“Good girl,” he growls as I flick the tip of my tongue out to collect the bead of cum at his crown.

I circle my lips over his tip, sucking gently.

He moans.

Wrapping a hand at his base, he covers mine with his own, squeezing our hands roughly on the velvety skin.

He groans in approval. “Like that, baby. Squeeze me.”

Tongue to the roof of my mouth, I swallow, letting my spit coat his tip before sliding my lips over his cock, taking him into my mouth.

Up.

Down.

Tensing the length of my tongue, I hold the crown of his cock against the roof of my mouth, the soft suction of my mouth working as I pull lightly at his length.

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