Our Way

“We need some time apart to readjust. I just want to date for a while.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know. I can’t push it. You understand, don’t you? You broke my heart, Nathan. I have to take my time with this. I just can’t switch it back on.”

I stare at her but can’t push words of acceptance past my lips, they will just be a lie.

I don’t want another second apart.

I clench my jaw to hold my tongue. I want to scream and yell and fight and argue my case… but I know that me throwing a tantrum is only going to push her further away. I exhale heavily. I have to wait this out and use my head or I will lose her forever.

“I can make an appointment with a therapist if you want?” she offers.

“I’ll do it.”

“Do you want me to come?” She asks softly.

I shudder at the thought of her hearing something that I don’t want her to. “No, I want to go alone.”

“Okay.” She smiles up at me and kisses my lips. “We should probably move into the living room.”

“We should?”

“Uh-huh.” She jumps down and leads me out into the living room. She sits me down on the couch. She takes a cushion and puts it on the floor between my legs.

My arousal begins to ignite as I watch her. She puts her hair into a bun, and then she drops to her knees in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I rasp.

She unzips my jeans and pulls them open with a sharp snap. “Worshipping my eggplant.” She takes me in her mouth, and her tongue ripples around my cock.

I tip my head back and spread my legs wide. “That’s it,” I whisper.

She smiles around me and cups my balls as she flicks her tongue over my end.

I feel a fire start within me. I watch as her cheeks hollow when she sucks.

Eliza gives the best head jobs on Earth. There’s nobody hotter than her.

I clench my jaw to try and hold myself back.

She begins to work me hard with her hand, and pre-ejaculate beads. She moans softly when she tastes it.

Her eyes darken as she watches me. “Fuck my mouth,” she breathes around me.

I exhale heavily and take her head in my hands as I slide my cock deep down her throat. “I will, baby. I will.”

Eliza

Nathan’s alarm goes off and I smile sleepily. I’m wrapped in his arms, feeling like a goddess. Something has changed between us. We didn’t fuck last night; we made love.

Sweet, tender love. I know Nathan’s body was made for fucking but his heart was made for loving, and I loved it hard last night. The closeness between us is back, and with every kiss, every touch, I lose a little more of the hurt we caused each other.

He hits snooze on his phone and then he kisses my temple.

“Play hooky with me today,” I say quietly.

I feel him smile behind me. “Don’t tempt me.” He kisses me again before climbing out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom.