Forever Mine

We’d been together for about a year when Steph’s period was late. That was the deciding factor for me. I knew then I had to end our relationship. My head fills with memories from our past.

She’s on her knees, begging me to take her back. Her lifeless eyes are pleading with me while she unzips my jeans and pulls out my cock.

“Steph, what are you doing?”

“I’m showing you how much I want you.” Her hand grips my soft dick, but within seconds, I’m hard as a rock.

Moving her hand up and down in swift motions, she licks the tip while gazing into my eyes. Fuck, it feels good, but wrong on so many levels. I won’t go back with her. She thinks if she can convince my dick, my mind will follow.

“Steph—” I want to say stop, but the word won’t come out because my dick’s having too much of a good time.

She takes my now full erection into her mouth and teases the tip with her tongue. My head tilts back, and I close my eyes, running my fingers through her curls. I tug her hair, forcing her deeper. Her hand plays with my balls just the way I like. Fuck, how can something so wrong feel so right?

She stops and whips off her jeans along with her knickers. Her neatly shaven pussy is right before me. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to kiss her sweet lips there, but I just stare. She straddles me, furling her fingers around my neck.

“Steph, I’m not fucking you.”

“I’ll get a condom.” She bends to the side and opens the bedside drawer where I keep a stash. I’ve only started using them again recently, since we thought she was up the duff.

She opens the wrapper and positions the johnny. My mind is saying no, but my cock has other ideas and stands proud as she slips the cover on.

After wiggling her bottom and grinding against me, I slip inside her. She rides my dick, looking into my eyes. Her lips brush against mine, but I can’t kiss her. This isn’t making love, it’s just sex. We shouldn’t even be doing this, but my dick wouldn’t stay soft, so here we are.

Her eyes screw shut when she reaches her peak, just like they always do. When she tightens around me, that’s my cue to follow suit, and shoot my load.

She pecks my lips and opens her eyes. “Kiss me, Cal,” she whispers.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please, just kiss me. I need you. I need to know you still love me.” Her eyes bleed like sap seeping out of a luscious green leaf.

“I do still love you, Steph, as a friend.”

She blinks and her tears drip onto my face.

“We shouldn’t have done this.”

She doesn’t speak. Climbing off, she quickly pulls her knickers back on and picks her jeans up from the floor. She opens the door and storms through it, slamming it behind her.

I lie back on the bed. What the fuck just happened? Looking down at my dick shrinking back, I tell him it’s all his fault. He needs to control himself in the future. I don't want to hurt her more than I already have, but I don’t wan’t to be trapped in a relationship. There’s so much I want to do with my life. She knows I’ve always wanted to travel, yet she kept banging on about settling down and getting our own place. I’m not ready to play house and the pregnancy scare was a wake-up call.

Slamming my fist against the hard leather again, I’m jolted back to the present. That kid didn’t know what he was throwing away. How could he know he would never find someone that loved him like she did? I punch the bag again. Sweat drips from my forehead, and I wipe my brow with my arm.

No girl or woman has ever looked at me the way she did, those big green eyes that buzz with electricity when she sees me. Her dimpled smile that brightens up my soul like stars brighten the night sky. Her touch was a rich silk swathing my skin in pure unconditional love like a mother swaddling her infant. That’s how she loved me.

Nothing I’ve ever experienced comes close. She knows me better than anyone and still loves me despite all my flaws. Or she did until I hurt her again. I need to fix this, but I don’t know how.