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Link glanced her way, his brows shooting up. “We just passed a gas station a couple miles ago. Should be another coming up soon, once we get to the border.”
“No.” She shook her head. “Pull onto the next road.”
He clicked his blinker on and turned into a dark road. Cars from the main road they’d been on zoomed by as they drove on.
She pointed to a large warehouse building. “Behind there.”
He followed her directions, pulling up under a lone flood light, illuminating the near-empty space. One large trash bin was situated against a chain-link fence on the other side. Bits of garbage were scattered across the asphalt.
“Can’t you hold it until we get somewhere . . . safer?” Link asked, oblivious to her true intentions.
Her heart rate jumped. Her breath came out in pants as she climbed into the back seat.
His dark gaze met hers in the rearview mirror. Half his face was lit by the lights, the other hid in the darkness of the night.
“Come here.”
“I don’t think—”
“Please, Link? I need you to do this one thing for me.”
He must have heard the desperation in her voice because he climbed into the back seat next to her a second later. His jaw was clenched, hands fisted at his sides. His head tipped down in shame. She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t give him time to think too hard and regret this. Emma wrapped her legs over his, straddling him.
His hands immediately found her waist, squeezing as his cock stirred under her. “Em—”
“Shhh. Just one more time. One more perfect moment where no one knows us. Where you chase away the darkness and keep me in the light.”
He wouldn’t understand what she meant, but hopefully he would hear her desperation. She held her breath, waiting for the oxygen only his consent could provide.
His cheek dimpled as if he had bit the inside. His eyes darted back and forth between hers as if waging a war before settling on her mouth. She leaned in, taking the choice from him. Emma melded her lips to his as she cupped his jaw. The scruff of his beard scratched against her palms, drawing her out of her head and into her body—away from her pain and into her pleasure. Link’s mouth opened, his sweet tongue seeking entrance between her lips as his fingers dipped into the soft flesh of her waist. She reared back, panting, and ripped her shirt over her head before fumbling with her leggings.
“Pull your pants down.” She tugged hers off.
The clink of his belt and the peel of his zipper only made her heart beat faster in anticipation. Her skin itched with the burning need to have this man to herself one more time. Because that was all this would be. This was goodbye.
His hard dick sprang free, standing to attention in all its thick, veined glory. She didn’t waste another second. After climbing on, she straddled him. He flicked the head of his penis over her clit, teasing her. She lowered herself on him, holding on to his shoulders as he slid inside her. She fought the urge to close her eyes. No, she wanted to memorize every single second, every sensation of this. It would be all she had left of him.
He hissed as the tip of his cock knocked her cervix. She gasped. Using his shoulder as leverage, she rose on her knees before lowering back down, riding him slowly.
He reached around the back of her head and pulled her hair tie out so that her locks fell free. He dipped his head, lowering the cups of her bra before sucking one hard nipple into his mouth. The soft warmth of his lips sent a rush of emotions barreling through her. He’d taken her in every way imaginable, but never soft and slow. Never like this. He was gentle, spending time to lavish her breasts as if savoring this as much as she.
Pressure built, coiling in her womb, snaking out and tethering her to him with ropes of unrequited love. She wouldn’t even try to deny it. She loved Lincoln Owusu. She’d give him the last piece of herself, knowing she’d never get it back, knowing they could never be. And then she’d walk away, so he could live his life and find happiness.
She kissed him, tipping her forehead to his. Hair fell like a curtain around them, blocking out the rest of the world, creating their own secret place hidden away from everyone else. Here, nothing existed except sighs of pleasure, locked eyes, synchronized breaths, and merging moans. He pulled her onto him harder, his cock reaching her soul. He groaned, his muscles bunching under her fingertips. They didn’t exchange words. Emma let her body speak for her instead. Hers saying, I love you. His—she wouldn’t know.
Despite his earlier comment, she knew this was more than sex to him. But the fear that permeated his every glance told her enough. This could never be. So, for one more perfect moment, she would be his and he hers.
She moved faster, taking him harder as a well of pleasure in her center sloshed, spilling out over the edges. Tingles raced down her limbs, curling her toes as she rocked her hips, merging their bodies in a symphony. Each bated breath was a low, electric chord, each thrust of her hips a crash of cymbals, their quickening hearts the drumbeat to her demise. They made love, colliding with eyes locked. His exhale, her inhale, until she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. Until nothing else existed but the flood of delirium-inducing pleasure that rocketed through her body, burning her up like a flash of lightning.
His tongue stroked hers delicately, kissing her as she pulled away knowing that this time—this time she’d never find the pieces to be put back together again. He groaned out as his own orgasm chased hers, pulsing and throbbing inside her. She slumped on his shoulder, turning her face towards the fogged-up window, not ready to slide off him and end this experience just yet.
“Em . . .”
“I know.” She slid off him, mourning the loss of him inside her as his cum dripped down her leg. She didn’t want to hear his excuses. Her heart couldn’t take it.
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Emma
