Her face is above mine, her breasts near my mouth, so I pull her shirt over her he
ad and bury myself in them. I knead them as I kiss one and then the other, surprising her with nibbles and licks. Her clit pushes against me and I decide I want more.
“Take off your pants,” I growl. “Let me see all of you.” She giggles and obliges, her little thong all that remains between us. I remedy that right away. “Come here.”
I lie back and pull her forward until she’s sitting on my face, her perfect pussy locked in a kiss. My tongue circles and swirls around her clit as I clutch her ass. I earn her squeals. Licking and sucking her delicate folds, I pull her closer and move her away in time with her thrusting. She reaches back and clutches my stiff cock as I lick her, taking her clit in my mouth and sucking until she shivers. Her whole body is beautiful, perfume, musk, liquid heat.
She comes on my mouth, and I can feel the convulsions of her pussy as she cries out, but I keep going, running my tongue all over her and lapping up her sweetness. I’m holding her ass tight, and feeling her quiver.
“I need to feel you inside me,” she says. “I want to be close to you.”
My heart takes a leap, and I let her shimmy and squirm down to my hard cock, and she lowers herself down again, easing herself onto me. She’s wrapped around my cock and grinding, and the strands of hair around her face are wet with sweat as she whirls her hips around and around. I’ve never seen a woman look so beautiful as she does.
I can’t lose her. I need to keep her around no matter what. I shift my hips up and down as she rides my cock, and when it’s time I shoot inside her, coating her with jet after jet of pearly seed. She comes again, this time on my cock, each contraction mimicking my own until we’re both panting with pleasure. She collapses off me and snuggles her face in my shoulder.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you more,” she says.
Thirty-One
Chastity
I sit in Kanen’s kitchen, drinking coffee, just trying to find a moment of peace. This is turning out to be a crazy time. First my feet getting burned, then him getting a concussion, bruised rib, and leg injury, and me possibly being thrown out of the country. I’m glad I’m feeling better and can take care of him for a while. At least until I get kicked out.
He’s still sleeping. I snuck down here by myself. Of course, going down the stairs really wasn’t easy after that night we had together. We pulled muscles I didn’t even know I had. Lacey would tease me for walking funny after a great night.
None of this is painless, even though in many ways it’s turning out to be wonderful.
I realize I’m in nearly the same situation as I was in before with Jeffrey. I’m with a man who can easily be ripped away from me. Sure, not for the same reasons, but in the end isn’t it the same thing? I can’t fight the government, so if they want me out, I’m out. That’s what I figure anyway. It’s stupid. I wasn’t even thinking when I was offered that job, and even so, I only worked there a couple days. But with my visa I should never have done it. Even though probably half the people in those kitchens work illegally.
It was my mistake. That’s the reality.
The coffee is hot, steaming, comforting. Like being with Kanen. Despite everything, I know I would never trade this time we’ve had together. Even if I were to be deported tomorrow, being with Kanen feels exhilarating, and sexy, and safe, and just plain good.
And that’s when it hits me—you know it’s real when you aren’t in it for something that might happen in the future. You know it’s real when each and every moment together is something you’d trade anything for.
When I realize that, forgiveness for Jeffrey erases another layer of pain inside me. Because somehow he knew that there was something more out there, and yet he stayed because he was afraid to hurt me. He knew both of us deserved more from life than we could ever give each other.
I shed real tears, now, tears of acceptance. Tears of love, and anger.
“I’m sorry, Jeffrey,” I say. I wonder if he’s with our baby in heaven. And as I look out the window to the glistening lake, I pray: “I wish we could have been what each other needed.”
But I know we never could have.
I should probably go home and start packing my things, just in case. Kanen’s cell phone is on the table in front of me, and it rings.
“Kanen’s phone,” I answer.
“Who’s this?”
“It’s Chastity,” I say. “He’s asleep.”
“That’s okay, Chastity, I can talk to you too, it’s fine.”
“Me?”
“Yes. I’m sure Kanen told you he sent me your case. Said you were having some trouble with immigration,” says the voice.