Page 23 of My Downfall

“I’m too big, too heavy.”

“I don’t care.” She tightens her legs around me and my cock twitches in response. Her little gasp lets me know she felt it. I hope I have enough condoms; I’m going to be inside her all night.

“Hudson?” she whispers and there’s something in her voice, in the tone that I don’t like.

“Yeah, baby?”

“When I leave tomorrow, I need you to be a dick. I need you to make me not want this.”

I groan at her words, the thought of her walking away from me feels like my chest is going to crack open. “I don’t think I can do that,” I rasp.

“You have to.”

I pull back so I can see into her eyes. “Let’s not worry about that right now. We have one night, sweet pea, let’s just enjoy each other.”

She nods, but I can see the worry in her gaze.

She feels this, too and it scares the shit out of me.

***

We must have dozed off at some point, exhaustion finally taking over.

I’ve never had so much sex in one night, never come as hard as I do when I’m inside her, never been so obsessed with someone in all my life.

I want to keep her.

I can’t, though.

Her black hair is spread out over the pillow, the luscious strands shining as the morning sun slants over us. Her eyes are closed, hiding her beautiful blue eyes from me, eyes I spent most of the night staring into as I made her come again, and again, and again. It’s not enough,though. I have her for mere hours and I refuse to waste any more of our time together sleeping.

I place kisses along her shoulder and collarbone, nipping gently at the soft skin there. I gradually travel lower and take one perfectly pink nipple into my mouth. I’ve discovered she’s incredibly sensitive and responds perfectly to me sucking on them.

I massage her hard bud against my tongue and close my teeth around it, biting down enough to wake her, but not hurt her. Her sleepy eyes pop open as she gasps in shock and pleasure, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

“Morning, Daddy,” she rasps and I have to close my eyes against the pleasure that shoots through me at her words.

I release her nipple with a pop. “Morning, baby girl.” Her eyes darken; she’s learnt in just one night what it means when I call her that.

“What time is it?” She stretches her arms above her head, and the sheet slides down, pooling against her waist and revealing more of her beautiful body to me.

“Still early,” I murmur, unable to tear my gaze from her delectable form. “We have a few hours yet.” It’s all I can say, refusing to acknowledge that this will all end soon.

“Whatever do you plan on doing with me?”

“Everything.”

***

She’s gone.

After the most incredible night of my life, the most incredible morning, I walk into my kitchen to find her gone.

Fucking gone.

She insisted on making us coffee while I finished in the shower, something I was coming down to help her with.

We had another thirty minutes before I had to leave for work. Thirty minutes to hold her in my arms, thirty minutes to say goodbye to the best thing that ever walked into my life.