There’s this magical moment that I always try to savor. It doesn’t happen very often, and it only lasts a few seconds at the height of my orgasm, but when it does, there’s no other feeling that can compare. That’s where I was as I slid up and down on Niles’s thick penis. I was trying to hold on to that phenomenal sensation, but it quickly slipped away. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t mad that it had subsided. I was still enjoying the after effects of my orgasm. I just wish I could have held that sensation a little longer.
A few seconds later, Niles palmed my ass cheeks, pulling me all the way down on his dick so I could feel him explode.
“Damn, that was good,” I murmured as I collapsed on top of him. This man knew my body as if he were a part of me. God, I loved him.
“Where are you going?” he asked as I rolled off of him and started dressing.
“With you.”
“Paris . . .” he said warily.
I stifled a laugh. “No, no, no. I’m going to drive you to the airport. I think I deserve a sappy good-bye.” Or perhaps a chance to talk you out of leaving, I thought. “Besides, I need to get my ass out of here and back to Spain. Left all my shit there.”
“Is this some ploy so you can go along?” He got up, revealing all the reasons I wanted to just throw him back on the bed.
“If you were going to any other city, then maybe, but I’m not tryin’a show up in New York.”
“Yeah, I get it. I’m gonna go jump in the shower. I would ask you to join me, but we’d never get out.” He laughed as he grabbed me around the waist and planted a deep, wet kiss on me.
“I’m not showering,” I said. “I want to smell you on me all day. Maybe I won’t shower at all until you come back.”
“That is so fuckin’ nasty and hot, you dirty girl,” he joked as he headed to the shower.
“Hey, since you fixed my tire, we’ll take my car. I’ll transfer all your stuff into it,” I said.
He turned around and smiled at me, cocky as hell. “See, this is why I’m keeping you. You’re like a sexy ninja Girl Scout.” He took a step in my direction, like he was ready to start round two of our lovemaking.
“Go! I don’t want you blaming me for being late.” I pointed him to the bathroom. As soon as I heard the shower turn on, I got to work gathering everything I would need. Twenty minutes later, we were headed out of the compound.
“You know, you’re the first man I ever loved,” I said as I drove.
“So you love me?”
“Yes, very much.” I wanted to turn and face him, but I had to keep my eyes on the road, so I pulled over to the side.
“Why are you stopping?” He placed his hand on top of mine.
“What if you don’t come back?” I asked.
“Then I will reflect on the wonderful moments that I’ve shared with you in way too short a time,” he said softly, caressing my face. “But the main thing I’m gonna do is my job, and do it effectively.”
I understood. I knew that I couldn’t ever change his mind. The job was what he did, and he would no more walk away from unfinished business than I would. I reached out for his hand and held it tight, wishing this moment had never arrived. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak.
“Hey. I’ve got something for you.” He interrupted my thoughts. Reaching into his waistband, he pulled out one of his karambit blades and extended his hand to me. “It’s for you . . . until they’re reunited.”
“What . . . why?” I questioned as I took the blade from him.
“Paris, you make me nervous like a little schoolboy. I’m not used to feeling all open and shit, but I do believe fate brought us together back in Spain. I love you with all my heart, you crazy, sexy woman, and I’m ready to commit to you. When I get back, we’ll lay it all on the line, me and you, and see how things go.”