Page 59 of In Every Lifetime
He nodded, unbuttoning his pants, pulling down the zipper far too slowly. His thumbs went to the band of his jeans and underwear as he continued his tease, pulling them down slowly, freeing the one thing I wanted.
Ineeded.
His dick sprung free upright and an angry red as it twitched, begging for me. It didn’t want anyone else. Fai only ever wanted me.
Fai finally stood before me, stark naked, every muscle, curve, and inch of skin exposed. I wanted to run my hands down everybit of him, soak in the warmth, the headiness of his body. I wanted to lose myself in him, in his skin, his kisses, his love.
I stepped forward, planning to do just that, but Fai clicked his tongue and shook his head softly. He weaved his fingers through my hand and pulled me to him, chest to chest once again. He kissed me softly, slowly, and with more restraint than I thought possible.
He lowered me slowly, on top of the pile of clothes that now laid on the ground. My back hit the damp material, my eyes glued to his. He kissed me again softly, and then my nose, and to my cheek. Finally he kissed down my neck and reached my chest. He stopped for a moment, staring at my still-exposed breasts. He growled, softly enough I could barely hear it, and then he dived, devouring my breasts. Licking, sucking, and kneading. He feasted on me, savoring every second, every minute. He brought me to the edge again, my core begging for reprieve, for touch, for the attention my breasts had.
“Fai,” I whimpered.
He nodded against my skin, kissing down my body and laying a final one at the edge of my leggings. Finally, he looped his thumbs in the waistband, pulling the leggings off with my underwear, the material peeling away from my skin, exposing me to the cool mountain air around us.
I laid below him, my chest heaving with anticipation. Every cell in my body yearned for him. He looked me over, drinking me in. He was slow, deliberate, wanting to savour every moment we had together. He took his dick in his hand, pumping once, twice, and finally lined himself up, pressing just the tip into me.
We both moaned and he fell above me, catching himself with one hand on the ground, just above my shoulder.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, as he slowly slid in. My body enveloped him, as though he were home. His pelvis finally collided with mine, both of our chests heaving.
“Fai?” I asked, my voice breathy.
His hips were still, but he was nearly trembling. “Sarah?”
“Tell me you love me,” I commanded, just as he had.
He took my face in his hand, his thumb sweeping across my cheek. He leaned down just above my lips and paused.
His voice just above a whisper as if he were telling me a secret, one for my ears only, “I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I was made to love you, made to worship you. You are a goddess among mortals, a beacon of light in the darkness. My greatest love, my greatest downfall, my greatest addiction. The only thing that will stop my love is my death.”
He thrust once and we moaned in unison, “I love you, Sarah Martin.”
He thrust again, my body washing with heat, the band in my core begging to snap, to send me crashing over the edge once again. “I will always love you.”
He let himself loose, thrusting with his might, the sound of the rain harmonizing with the sound of our bodies clapping together. A tear slid down my cheek and Fai kissed it away before borrowing his face in the crook of my neck. We moaned, together, our bodies slick with sweat. I shook underneath him, the wave of my second orgasm gearing to crash through me. Fai felt it as well, reaching between us and thrumming my clit again.
He knew what I needed as his thumb and his thrusts brought me to the edge and I crashed again, my body convulsing around his dick as he ground in and shattered along with me.
As he caught his breath, he maneuvered us to our sides, our legs still entangled, his body still within mine. He seemed desperate to hold on to me, to maintain the connection.
When we inevitably let go, when we peeled ourselves apart, I knew it would be the last time. The last time we were together. The last time we were each other's. He didn’t need to say it aloud, but I knew… this was it.
So I savoured it. I relaxed into him, letting his warmth, his love envelop me. Because while he still loved me, while I still loved him… maybe it wasn’t enough to fix the broken pieces between us.
