Until I Saw You(17)

His hands move back to my hips and he squeezes them.

“Allen…”

“Are you okay?”

“I want… more,” I tell him, not knowing what that ‘more’ is, only knowing I need it.

“That’s good, baby. I’m going to give you more,” he groans.

He moves my hips then and I fumble at first, but manage to follow his lead. Soon I don’t need him to lead me, because it feels so good I take over. I move up and down on his cock like he showed me. It’s still not enough, though, even as good as it feels.

“I’m going to come, Jessie.”

“Okay,” I gasp, concentrating on what I’m doing, wishing it would give me more… I can feel my body tighten, I know I’m close, but somehow I instinctively know I’m not going to get it like this.

“But I’m not going without you,” Allen growls and then I feel his fingers moving against my clit and I cry out. My body jerks and then I grind down on his cock, squeezing him deeply inside of me. “That’s it, Mouse. Come for me,” he urges and I look at him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he says, and for the first time in my life… I feel beautiful.

“Allen… Oh God, don’t stop doing that,” I gasp, riding him harder and faster.

“I got you, Jessie. Let yourself go. I’ll be here to catch you,” he says and I can see the strain on his face. He’s holding back for me. I don’t want that. I want him to have all the pleasure he’s giving me. My hands move to his nipples and I rub them, even as I can feel my orgasm take over.

“Come with me, Allen. Come with me,” I cry as I fall over the edge. I can’t think enough to do more than give in, my body convulsing as my climax rocks me. I can feel his cock lurch inside of me, though, throbbing once… and then again…When he cries out my name I know he’s coming too.

“Jessie!” he cries, and I instinctively use my inner muscles to tighten my hold on him. I fall against his body, exhausted. I can still feel him racing toward the end of his orgasm, so with what strength I can, I continue rocking my body against his, squeezing him tight even as my body protests the overload of pleasure. I kiss him, and he pulls on my lips. I kiss along the side of his face, memorizing every moment of this I can—just in case I never get it again.

“You feel so good, Allen. You’re everything I could ever want. It feels so good, baby,” I tell him softly in his ear as he rides out his orgasm. He seems to like my words, like my voice in his ear because he squeezes me to him with a groan. I keep doing it, repeating nonsense words because I sense he needs them, because I want to… and most of all because they keep me from doing something stupid…

Like blurting out I love him.





17





Jessie





I stretch awake feeling warm and happy. Last night was the single most beautiful moment I’ve had in my life. As I stretch I notice I’m sore and that makes me grin. Allen made love to me once more last night and it was better than the time before. Then he made me come using his fingers while we were lying in bed side by side and me looking in his eyes the entire time. It might not have been better, but it was still fantastic and it was… slow and sweet. I came slowly and I did it with Allen whispering to me and holding me. I came with his beautiful lips smiling at me and his dark eyes shining when they looked at me and I felt… beautiful.

I roll over on my side, anxious to tell him how much last night meant to me. To tell him that I cared about him, and to reassure him that I am okay with a long distance relationship. Miami really isn’t that far away. I can deal with distance. I’ll drive down to see him on the weekend and sometimes he can come here. We can make it work. Besides, if things work out between us, I’d be willing to relocate for him.

I’m so busy planning that it doesn’t hit me at first. But when it does it feels like the world stops turning.

I’m alone in the room.

My first thought is that he’s probably just in the restroom. I lean over his side of the bed and look down on the floor and Allen’s clothes are gone. I touch his pillow and it’s cool. Allen hasn’t been in the bed for a while.

Pain…white hot pain shreds me.

Allen left. After everything… he left.

I mean, he said he was going to. It’s not like he lied to me, but after what we shared I just assumed…

“You’re an idiot, Jessie,” I grumble to myself. I get up from the bed feeling hurt and foolish. It doesn’t matter that I have no right to be; I still feel that way. I walk toward the bathroom and with each step I take my body feels sore, reminding me of just what kind of workout I had last night. That only makes me hate myself a little more. I turn the hot water on in the shower, try ing to just focus on the here and now, and not on Allen. I get in under the spray, and as the water moves over my body, I stare blankly at the tiled wall.

“You’re so beautiful, Jessie. You’re everything.”

Allen’s words from the night before come back to me and I close my eyes against their sweetness. They obviously weren’t true. If they were he would have at least stayed long enough to say goodbye. I slide against the wall of the shower until my ass hits the ground. I close my eyes as the heated stream of water pours down on me and I let myself cry.