“Open your legs for me, hermosa,” he whispered and repositioned us so that our hips aligned. I did as he asked, and that same breeze kissed my drenched sex, and I shivered at the sensation.

“Shhh…I’m right here,” he whispered, then I felt the fat, blunt tip of him nestle against my opening. He held still for a long moment, shivering and giving me a look that felt like he could see all of the things I wanted to say and tried to keep buried. He cupped my cheek in his hand, angling my mouth close so he could kiss me as he said, “I’m gonna miss you, hermosa,” before thrusting into me, sure and deep and as perfect as his words.

The beginning of a goodbye.

“I’m gonna miss being inside of you, miss feeling you come.”

“Please, make me come,” I begged.

“Whenever you want, Darcy. Always. I’m yours.”

He withdrew and sank in deep again. So deep that my breath caught, stretching and filling me so good that my eyes rolled back in my head. And maybe my memory was just foggy, but it really felt like no one had ever felt this good to me. No one had ever paid such close attention to what made me gasp, moan, and the exact way I played with my clit as he moved his dick just so, making sure that every thrust dragged his length against my g-spot.

“Oh, god… I feel you. You’re about to come, aren’t you? Can I come with you? Can I come inside of you?”

“Yes… I’m…” I couldn’t even get the words out before it began to unfurl; slowly at first, then so hard and clenching that I could barely draw a breath.

“Fuck, yes…oh, fuck.” Tommy held me tighter and fucked me harder, so hard that it triggered another flutter of pleasure while he held himself still and buried inside of me. I felt every pulse and throb, every hot spurt, as my pussy drew every drop from him.

The next few hours moved differently, too fast, yet full of so many flashbulb moments that they seemed to pass in slow motion. Moments I knew I would remember years from now.

Like when he carried me up to my bed, spread me out, and kissed every inch of me as he slid inside of me again, and said, “I can stay an extra day. Maybe more than a day. If I make some calls right now, I can stretch it until the end of the week—”

“No,” I said. “It’ll just set the hook in deeper and make it harder.”

Or when he said, “This feels bigger than I thought it would. Doesn’t it feel bigger to you? Like something meant to be?”