Page 66 of Lessons in Touch

"I wanted to save it for something special."

I can see the love in her eyes. It makes what I have to do infinitely harder.

"Gabriel, I have to tell you about yesterday. What happened with Cassandra—"

I pull her into my arms, cutting off her words with a kiss. I can't bear to hear about Cassandra right now, not when I know what she's done to us. Rose melts against me, her hands finding the buttons of my shirt.

Her lips press against mine, and I kiss her back, unable to stop. But sadness is tearing through me because this is the last time we are together.

I slide my hands along her waist and pull her body against me. She unbuttons her coat and lets it fall to the tiled floor.I push her dress up slowly, and my fingers are brushing her thighs.

She’s not wearing underwear, and my cock hardens fast, wanting her despite the pain in my chest. I lift her onto a wooden table and spread her legs widely. My hands move over her hips, and firmly grip her ass. She kisses me deeply, and I feel how much she needs me.

But I’m breaking on the inside. I know that I have to let her go.

I quickly unbutton my shirt and toss it aside. She opens her legs without me asking. Her pussy is wet and glowing, pulsating already, hungry for me.

“Tell me what you want, Rose…”

“I want your fingers in my pussy. Please… Fuck me…”

She pulls me closer, and I slide my fingers into her pussy, like she asked. I rub her clit softly, and feel her body respond, but my heart aches.

I undo the pearls around her neck and slip them off carefully.

“What are you doing?” she asks me, confused.

“Trust me,” I say, and she nods, unaware of my plan to end us.

I lower the pearls in between her legs and lube them with her wetness.

“Open your legs even wider for me. That’s it… Good girl.”

She leans back onto the wooden table so that she can do as I ask. She rests her legs on each side and offers me her pussy, her ass, her everything. I crouch down and lick her in one long motion.

I want to say goodbye to her pussy. I want to remember her taste on my lips, and the way it pulses just for me.

Then I get back up and position myself between her legs.

“Relax, Rose…”

I press the pearl necklace against her ass gently. She gasps, and I push it in slowly, one pearl at a time. Then another, and another, until five pearls are inside her ass. I slide them out carefully, and push them back in, feeling her ass clench tight.

My cock is throbbing, and I unzip my trousers, freeing it quickly. I lift her hips slightly, and slide into her pussy, feeling her heat.. I fuck her slow at first, and pull the pearls out one by one, then push them back in, matching my thrusts.

She grabs my shoulders and lightly digs her nails in. Her body is trembling with pleasure, and I speed up. I thrust harder, and slam my cock into her pussy, moving the pearls in her ass. I want to make her feel good, even if it’s the last time. But the sadness of the moment is choking me.

I firmly rub her clit with my thumb, and feel her pussy tighten around me. She’s close. I fuck her faster, pulling the pearls out quick, then pushing them in deep. She comes hard, and her pussy pulses on my cock. Her body is shaking against the table.

I thrust one last time and come inside her. My cum spills and mixes with her wetness. I hold her close and softly kiss her lips. My heart is breaking because I love her, and I’m about to lose her.

We make love there among the vines and orchids, desperately and passionately, as if we both sense this might be our last time.

Afterward, all I can do is stroke her hair. I want to memorize the feel of it between my fingers. The greenhouse feels like our own private world, separate from all the outside complications.

But I can't put this off any longer.

"Rose." I shift slightly, putting some distance between us. "We need to talk."