Page 76 of Strange Love

"I trust you,” I tell him, and it’s the truest thing I’ve ever said.

He draws his hips back and then pushes forward into me. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and I revel in the feel of his bare skin against mine. As he begins to slowly pump in and out, his tongue mimics the same movement on my lips, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I grind underneath him, savoring the sensation of him deep inside me.

After a minute, he reaches down and puts his hands under my ass, tilting my hips up slightly so that he hits the bundle of nerves deep inside me. The combination of that feeling and the friction working on my clit as I grind below him is almost too much to handle. I grind harder, using his body to chase my high.

“Come for me,” he growls in my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine. I climb higher, his words echoing in my mind like a mantra. Our movements become more frantic as we both reach our peak, and I cling onto him tightly, our bodies intertwined as we ride out the intense waves of ecstasy. Moments later, the intense pleasure of my orgasm slams into me, causing me to moan uncontrollably.

“I can feel you squeezing my cock,” he says breathlessly, his voice thick with desire. “That’s it, Baby,” His words intensify the waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.

As my orgasm subsides, he flips us over while still deep inside of me, holding onto my hips as he drives into me from below. My legs are jello, muscles drained and depleted, but I’m determined to give him everything I have.

I sit up and ride him, lifting my hips up and down in sync with his thrusts. Our hands are clasped together, our bodies moving together in a primal dance. He starts to move faster, and I allow him to take control, using my body for his pleasure. After a few more powerful snaps of his hips, he releases my hands and grips my hips tightly, holding me in place as he reaches his climax. I can feel the moment his orgasm hits, sending shockwaves through both of our bodies.

“Fuck, Ivy!” he groans loudly as he pumps through his release. The sound of his pleasure only serves to heighten mine.

I collapse onto his chest, both of us struggling to catch our breath as we come down from our shared euphoria. His heart is pounding against my skin, matching the pace of my racing heartbeat.

With a slow, drawn-out moan, I rise off of him, and he slides out of me. The moment is electric, with every nerve in my body tingling from the intensity of our connection. As I lay beside him, catching my breath and trying to come back down to reality, he speaks in a sweet voice.

“I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment,” he says, gazing at me with longing.

“Maybe half as often as I have,” I reply vulnerably.

We lean into each other again for another kiss, our lips meeting softly. Our hands roam and explore each other’s bodies as we hold onto this time together.

“You know I have to leave in a few hours,” he reminds me, breaking the tranquility of the moment.

“I know,” I reply, trying not to think about his impending departure.

“So, what’s keeping you here?” he asks gently, his warm hands rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“Nothing really,” I admit with a sigh, “except maybe the skating lessons.”

He leans back so he can look me in the eyes.

“You’re taking skating lessons?” he exclaims with surprise and amusement.

“Oh no,” I reply smugly, a playful glint in my eye. “I teach skating lessons to kids.”

“You do?” he questions, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I do,” I confirm with a proud smile. “After you left, I started skating every day. Maybe it was a way for me to feel connected to you or because you inspired me with your words about dancing on the ice. Either way, I became pretty good, and now I get to teach children.”

“Ivy, that’s incredible,” he says sincerely, admiration evident in his voice. Then his expression turns somber as he adds, “We’re right back in the same place we were five years ago, aren’t we?”

“We are,” I reply, gnawing on my bottom lip. “That didn’t take long,” I remark with a half-hearted chuckle.

“Ivy, I don’t know where you’re at in your life, but I can’t ask you to come with me again. It almost killed me last time when you said no.”

My heart aches at the memory, but I know he’s right. Instead, I ask tentatively, “Can you stay for a while?” My voice is small as I hope beyond hope that he will agree to spend more time with me before he has to leave once again.

“Yes,” he replies with a tender smile, his lips brushing against my forehead in a gentle kiss. I feel myself drifting off to sleep, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. Everything feels perfect and safe.

As I surrender to slumber, I hear him whisper, “I will always love you.” The words wrap around me like a warm embrace, filling me with contentment.

When I wake up to the bright rays of sunlight filtering into my room and the distant sounds of chirping birds and construction on the house across the street, I realize Corey is no longer by my side. The emptiness next to me is a reminder that this perfect moment was only temporary, and reality has come crashing back in, once again leaving my heart in broken shards.

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