He feels it too, because he groans with each slow thrust. “Opal,” he gasps as I move. “Fuck, Opal.”
Moving slowly, I’m bringing him to the edge of my pussy and then all the way back in again. Each stroke makes me feel more alive than the one before it as I move, knowing I am teasing Brett, driving him wild the way he drove me wild before. I am tempted to speed up, to bring myself to orgasm on him, but I hold myself back, waiting, drawing it out, taking us both to the edge through slow, delicious movements.
I keep my eyes open, looking down at Brett.
His eyes are closed, his mouth hanging slightly open as he slowly comes undone.
I start to speed up a little and he growls this time. His mouth opens further as he gasps in short breaths. His hands ball the sheet up, squeezing it into his fists beside him.
Reaching down, I run my fingernails down his chest and over his stomach as I keep the pace, not too fast yet. I don’t want this to end until I have driven Brett as crazy as he drove me.
He gasps deeper as my nails bring the blood the surface of his skin, leaving pink trails across his pecs and his abs.
Speeding up my movements again, I pick up the pace, making Brett curse under his breath. His voice is low and husky, and it shakes slightly. I move faster and faster, and when I know he’s almost there, I slow it right down, moving into one long stroke that brings him all the way into me and then a slow stroke back up, bringing him almost all the way out again. Then I slow right back down.
Brett’s gasping get worse now, his fists tightening at his sides.
I’m not just teasing him now; I am teasing myself.
I move slowly for as long as I can bare, and then I let loose, moving up and down on Brett in short fast strokes that have us both gasping for air within seconds. I can feel my orgasm flooding me as I let myself go, and liquid floods over Brett as my pussy tightens around his cock.
He growls again, saying my name in a voice that shakes ever so slightly. He sucks in a deep breath and holds it as his face twists in ecstasy and he spurts into me, filling me with his juices.
I stay on top of him for a moment, panting, getting myself back under control a little bit. When I feel like I can move again, I roll to the side, lying beside Brett who is still on his back getting his breath back.
Brett turns towards me when he has his breathing under control. He wraps his arm around my waist and I snuggle closer to him. He kisses me softly. His hand traces little shapes on the small of my back, relaxing me. I know I should move. I should get dressed and go. We both knew this was only about tonight.
It doesn’t matter how much I tell myself to do it though, my body doesn’t respond to my mind’s command. I feel so warm, so safe lying here in Brett’s arms. I even feel – dare I say it? – loved. I know whatever is between Brett and I can never be fully realized. We only have tonight and then it has to end, but we can have all of tonight. Every single second of it.
I close my eyes and refuse to let the thoughts of tomorrow flood into my head and bring me down. I just want to enjoy the rest of tonight.
Brett seems to have the same idea, because he kisses my forehead and pulls me closer to him.
After a couple of minutes, the movement of his hand on my back starts to slow down and his arm gets heavier on my waist. A couple of minutes after that, his hand falls still altogether and he starts snoring gently. Rather than irritating me, the sound lulls me into a deep state of relaxation, and before I know it, my eyes close and I slip into sleep beside him, wrapped in his arms and his warmth.
It’s almost five when I wake up and check my watch. Brett is still asleep beside me, and although it makes my heart hurt to think about leaving him, I know I have to. And I think it’ll be easier for both of us if I slip out now than it will be if I wait around until he wakes up and we have to say an awkward goodbye to each other.
I lift his arm up gently and slip out from beneath it. I sit on the side of the bed for a minute and then I get to my feet.
“Going somewhere?” Brett asks from beside me.
Dammit. I thought I was being quiet enough not to wake him. I debate lying to him, saying I was just getting up to use the bathroom, but what’s the point? He knows I have to leave, and I would rather just be honest than tell him I’m going to the bathroom and then have him hear the front door opening as I slip out. And I can’t just go to the bathroom and then come back. I’m not strong enough to do this again.
“Home,” I say, turning to face him. I am once more assaulted by how good he looks. Even now with his hair all mussed up and his face still puffy with sleep he looks so good I want to abandon my plan then just crawl back into bed with him and never leave. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I add.
“It’s a good job you did though, or I would have woken up to find you gone,” he says.
Nodding, I give him a half smile. “I thought it would be
