His every touch was exact, right where I needed it to be. He knew just what to do to make me come. He had mastered my body in the handful of times that we had been together which made it that much harder to stay away from him. When my orgasm hit, I saw stars. I bucked off the bed, trying to edge away from his tongue and the stimulation.
He raised his head, looking at me from between my legs with a satisfied look on his face.
“Was that alright or should I go again?”
I rolled my eyes. “I should walk out of here for that.”
“Not so fast.” He rose, taking me by the hips. In one swift motion, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, and in another, flipped me onto my stomach. It happened so fast, I was only brought back to realization when his hand cracked across my ass in a firm slap. I jumped, relishing the sting.
“Harder,” I whispered. He acquiesced. I bit my lip, gripping the bed linen. In an instant, I felt his cock against my opening. I pushed back against him as he pushed forward. I gasped. He felt incredible, slipping in and out of me. He took my arms, holding them behind my back by the wrist and plowed into me.
I was in bliss. He was hard and rough and oh so raw. I had to bite back tears, not because he was hurting me. He was using his body to show me everything he said. He was telling me I was beautiful, that he wanted me, loved me. I couldn’t hold back. I screamed into the mattress as I came. My body shook as Niall had his own orgasm. I barely registered Niall moving us both onto the bed as my body recovered from the intensity of the orgasm. This felt so right but I knew that that wasn’t the case. This was the last time. I couldn’t do it anymore.
Say that again and maybe this time you’ll listen, I thought.
I was a wreck. I kept ending up here thinking I would get different results and that was never the case. Every single time, I was back here, worse than the last time. I wriggled out of Niall’s grasp and sat up on the bed.
“What are you doing? Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m just going to the toilet. I’ll be right back.”
“Thought you were doing another runner,” he said, sighing.
“If I said I was, would you stop me from going?” I asked.
“I couldn’t do that. I would try, of course, but I couldn’t make you stay unless you wanted it.”
Oh, I did want it. He couldn’t even begin to understand how much.
“Be right back,” I said, trotting off to the bathroom. Once inside, I splashed my face with water and took a few deep breaths. Tonight was tonight. It was a wash, there was nothing I could do at this point but, well, enjoy it. It was going to be the last night before I returned to real life and had to face down my problems like an adult.
That was encouraging. How long would this night with Niall tide me over?
The rest of my life. It would have to.
I walked back out to the bedroom and got into bed. Niall immediately wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close. I breathed him in. Sweat, a bit of musk, and the scent of his cologne. In the future, that smell would send me right over the edge. There was part of me that was never going to be the same after this and I was okay with that. I’d deal with that when the time came.
“Are you asleep?” he asked.
“Yes. Leave me alone,” I said. He chuckled and cuddled me closer. There were other rooms in this suite, I didn’t have to do this to myself, but I knew that I was going to. He was the one. It was so loud in my head that I couldn’t ignore it. He was it. I would never again be in love the way I was now. I had to be okay with that. Tonight, I would enjoy this. Tomorrow, when I got back home, the circumstances alone would make me snap out of it. For now, I was enjoying this. He knew the truth. It was all on the table. Well, almost all on the table.
No, I pushed it back far enough for me to ignore it and allowed myself to drift off to sleep. I was alone when I woke up. I sighed, closing my eyes again. This bed was amazing, I didn’t want to get up. My bed back home wasn’t the most comfortable. The mattress needed changing and unlike the lush décor in this suite, my room looked like hell. All the pictures and furniture were gone save for the bed. It wasn’t a particularly nice one; old fashioned in a garish and tacky way rather than something vintage and beautiful. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I shouldn’t have gotten so used to this that I didn’t want to leave. I recalled the promise I made to myself the night before. This part of my life had officially come to an end. It hurt my chest to think about. I opened my eyes.
“Eddy?” Niall walked into the room. “Awake?”
“No,” I grumbled. I didn’t want the day to start because that meant I would have to go home.
“I got us breakfast, babe, wake up.”
Breakfast? I got up, letting my eyes adjust to the light. The final supper, only in the morning, and nobody had betrayed me except myself. The last delicious gourmet meal that I didn’t have to cook before I went home again. I popped into the bathroom and took a quick shower, walking out to the dining area in a robe. Niall was waiting for me.
“You didn’t start?” I asked.
“I’ve had coffee,” he said. I sat and he started heaping food
