"Mmm," I moan, as I grip my thighs to him tightly, pulling him inside me, against me. I want to feel every inch of him that I can. If I am going to have to wait weeks to be with him in person again, then I am sure as hell going to do everything that I can to make sure that I don’t waste a second of the time we do have together.
He takes me hard and fast, using me as I hold onto him for dear life. His tenderness from last night is replaced by this frantic want, and honestly, I know how he feels. We are just trying to remind each other how good we are together, how much sense we make, before we have to say goodbye again; we’re trying to imprint ourselves on each other’s memories so that neither of us will forget how good this feels. How right.
His hands slide down to my ass and he sinks his fingers into my flesh, holding me still as he drives himself into me over and over and over again. I let my head sink back against the door behind me, close my eyes, and focus on nothing but the way that it makes me feel. I am his, I belong to him utterly – I have never felt like this before in my life, and it makes everything else feel unimportant by comparison. His mouth finds my neck again, his tongue tracing up towards my ear, to my throat, and I shiver and grab hold of his muscular biceps for dear life.
It doesn’t take long until I can feel my orgasm stirring inside of me once again. I groan and he covers my mouth with his, trying to contain the noise I am making before the people in the apartment next door hear it. Honestly, I couldn’t care less right now – I just want to give myself over to how good this feels, how right.
"You feel perfect," he murmurs against my mouth, his voice low and full of want that I haven’t heard from him before. I run my hand through his hair, balling my fist in it and pulling his head back so that I can gaze into his eyes – and, as soon as they lock once more, I feel the orgasm coursing through me.
My pussy clenches hard around him and I cry out, my body tensing and then softening in his arms, as he continues to piston his cock inside of me, but it doesn’t take long till he reaches his own release, letting out this deep, guttural groan as he comes. I feel the warmth of his seed rushing through me and it is everything that I need right now, everything that I want. Everything that’s going to tide me over till the next time that I see him.
He holds himself inside of me for a moment longer than he has to, as though he is unwilling for this to be over quite yet. I know how he feels, but I also know that he has a flight to catch, and that he’s going to get into a hell of a lot of trouble if he doesn’t make it.
"I think you need to get out of here," I murmur to him, and he slowly plants me back on the ground, making sure I am standing upright on my shaky legs before he lets me go.
"I’m going to miss you so much," he tells me again, and he catches my face in his hand and kisses me once more – I swear, it’s as though all the breath has been knocked from my body for a moment as I kiss him back. When he pulls away, I can’t help but smile.
"I’ll see you soon, all right?" he tells me. "I promise. I’ll call you as soon as I land."
"I can’t wait," I sigh, and I brush a strand of hair out of his eyes, taking one last look at him before I have to say goodbye for now.
"And I’ll be thinking of you the whole time I’m there," he promises. "It’s not going to be long till we’re together again. Right?”
"Right," I agree. And, with that, he plants one last kiss on my cheek, gives my hand one last squeeze, and then heads out of the door, leaving me to stand there and start the countdown until we get to be in the same room together once more.
But at least I know that it’s going to happen. At least I know that I’ll see him again. And at least I am certain that being apart from him is only going to make it all the sweeter when we can finally touch each other once more.
Epilogue 1
Ethan
Six Weeks Later…
"I can’t believe I’m on an actual movie set," Ellie says as we step into my trailer together.