Chapter 45 - Chase Me, Cowboy

Fucking her on the table satisfied the animalistic part of my brain. Now, I’d like to take her to bed and spend some time making sure she doesn’t forget that this is more than just sex. She knows, but I need her to feel it. In every fiber of her body.

I carry her upstairs, and we fall onto the mattress together. She grips my lapels, pulling me in to kiss me briefly.

“Don’t leave again, motherfucker,” she whispers.

I laugh, kissing her again. “I won’t, baby.”

“Stop sending me to the airport.”

“Never again. Within reason.”

She kisses me a third time and moans into my mouth, drawing me close. I sink against her body and let her wrap her ankle around my thigh to keep me there. As if I’m going anywhere else but back in her pussy. I push my pants low enough, and lift her hip and slide inside. Everything feels right when we’re like this; the endless need to go every second of the day dissipates.

I slide my hand beneath her neck, cradling her head in my palm.

“No leaving this time,” I say aloud. I need her to hear it, I need to hear it, while I’m inside her and she’s in my arms.

Her mouth quivers. I thrust gently.

“No leaving,” she whispers.