Fuck, I want nothing more than to ram my cock inside of her and pound her tight pussy mercilessly until I reach the breaking point. But I've made my promise – I'm more than capable to go by without cumming. Sure, it's fucking torture, but I'll survive. I'm just not sure if she's going to survive to the way I'm going to fuck her once I see her again.
I grit my teeth, struggling against the urge to forget about that fucking promise and let myself go. Fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be. Slowly, I pull my cock out, easing my hold on her and lowering her leg. I have to grab her and hold her in my arms – her orgasm was so intense she's barely able to stand.
“How's that for making up to you?” I ask her, reaching for the faucet and turning the water off.
“That... That was definitely a learning experience,” Kim says, still breathing hard. Fuck, my cock is pulsing hard at the sound of her voice. I can't even start to imagine the fucking state I'm going to be in by the end of the day.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her muscles are still trembling as she reels from the mind numbing orgasm I've just given her. If you ever wondered about the reason my ego is so inflated, it has nothing to do with money or fame – it has all about to do with what I can do with a woman. Sure, my family has more money than anyone needs, but that doesn't replace the heavenly gift I've been endowed with: the ability to give a woman so much fucking pleasure she starts to lose control of her own body and mind.
I pick her up and carry her to the bed after trying her off.
Her head is lolling back and forth and she’s in so much fucking ecstasy that she’s soon passing out.
Yeah, my cock is throbbing. I didn’t cum. I showed her.
I can do anything I put my mind to.
And I realize now that what I said to her wasn’t just words.
I truly do love her.
And in a few hours, I’m going to start to show her.
Kim
Three.
That's how many months ago I woke up after some of the most unforgettable, life altering sex I've ever had to find that Cody had left during the night.
After a night of pure and unmitigated passion, I was alone in bed. I remember smelling his pillow and putting it to my face.
It smelled like Cody. Like my stepbrother. The man I loved.
I don't know what exactly I was thinking when I finally got out of bed. I mean, at first I thought maybe he went down to the Starbucks across the street to get some coffee. Or maybe he went to go for a run around the Reservoir.
Five.
That's how many hours after thinking that he'd just gone out for a bit that I realized he wasn't coming back any time soon. That's how many hours it took me to wait for him to call me back and not get any answer. How many hours it took where I sent text after text and heard nothing back. It looked like they weren't even being read. There wasn't much I could do that afternoon but go to Cody's apartment where I rang the doorbell. I'd given up all hope that he was going to come back to my apartment and now I was giving up on dignity as well.
But despite the fact that the doorman let me up, there was no answer. Either he wasn't home or he wasn't opening.
Four.
That's how many hours I waited outside his apartment. I sat next to the door, feeling the hope in my heart start to die. In truth, I probably would've sat there for the rest of the evening if the doorman hadn't come up to the floor. He saw me through the security cameras.
"Mr. Cody left this morning, and hasn't been back," the doorman said to me. "He was holding a suitcase when he left."
I nodded dumbly and realized that was probably my cue. The doorman was being nice but telling me politely I needed to leave.
One.
That's how long I waited. I didn't text him back or leave any more voicemails after a last one telling him to get back to me when he was ready. I sent one email too.
Then I waited. I tried to get my mind off of waiting at first. I went and signed up for another few rounds of kickboxing and yoga at Equinox. But being in the gym reminded me too much of Cody's hot, ripped body. So the next day I set out to the Hamptons to go horseback riding.
But just heading East made me think of Cody and I couldn't make it past the Jamaica station on the Long Island Railroad. I got off and took the E train back to Manhattan, tears in my eyes.
Three.