So Wrong

“Chloe loves you. It’s going to work out. All of it.” Looking at my expression, he said, “If you prefer, we’ll keep it discreet for a little while. But I’m not letting you go now that I’ve got you, now that I know what you taste like, what you scream like, what you moan like ... what you feel like. I can’t let you go.” His steady eyes bore into my own. We both knew what a risk he was making, unveiling all his intimate thoughts and emotions to me when I could easily turn around and break his heart. It was then I accepted how serious he was.

I wanted to tell him something, but I didn’t know what. Then he slid into me, touching me deep inside while his eyes probed my own, and I couldn’t say anything at all.

A few hours later he put his suit back on. Now it was entirely rumpled; he had removed it in a frenzy.

I slipped on pajamas and watched him prepare to leave. A pang went through my body and I realized I was already missing him. I didn’t want to see him go. Impulsively I kissed the arc