Page 3 of Good Intentions, Vol. 3

She doesn’t clarify. Instead, she pulls up on her elbow and looks down on me, her hair falling over her face and down my neck and chest.

“Pretty girl,” I whisper as I tuck her hair behind her ear. I don’t get it.

“We need to stop doing this,” she whispers, her eyes seem to absorb me. “But, not tonight. Tonight, there’s no tomorrow,” she says those words almost every night, and every night both of us pretend to believe in them. That this is only one stolen moment in time and it won’t happen again. And when tomorrow does come, we do it all over again. As her words slip out, foreshadowing my doom, her fingers draw down my gut and she takes hold of my cock.

“Pretty girl,” the moment I feel her fingers squeeze I can’t help but let my need for her come out in the form of a growl.

“Shhh...As I said, Nick, tonight there’s no tomorrow,” she leans down and kisses me, my lips opening immediately, letting her tongue in.

I let her explore my mouth and my cock a little, but as soon as she straddles my thighs and I feel her wetness coating my skin, I'm done playing. Rounding my arms around her, I flip us and come to hover over her. Goddamn, she's beautiful, and she's all mine.

"You're right, pretty girl, for now, there's no tomorrow,“ I say and even though I know down to my soul I should make her tell me everything, I lean down and start losing all traces of sanity in her.

I reach out and am met with cold sheets.

"Heather?" I mumble rising my head, the dream is still vivid in my mind. When the only answer I get is darkness surrounding me, I flip onto my back and pull the satin sheets with me.

"Fuck," hissing, I squeeze my dick over the sheet trying to chase away the phantom feel of Heather's wetness coating it. Only to enhance the feeling when the satin is fused to my skin.

“Goddamnit,” I hiss trying to stop my hand from squeezing the blood from my cock going up and down at the same time. But, after that one movement the vision of Heather looming above me, her naked chest just mere inches from my face, and her small, seductive smile, the one she used to have, right before she kissed me, makes saliva pour into my mouth.

“Fuck it,” I mumble into the darkness and surrender to my starved imagination.

The last time I jerked off, my every move was tracked by Heather’s hungry eyes. I can see her licking her lips, waiting for me to let her come to me and suck my dick. I can almost feel her short nails digging into my thighs, stinging my skin. Suddenly, the image of her transforms into one that I had the pleasure to witness months ago when I caught her in my shower.

“Dear God,” I mumble as my hand surges up and down my cock and throw my other arm across my eyes.

She was exquisite. The silhouette of her body shown through the steam of the shower, her hand between her silky thighs, her other one fondling her tits.

“Nick,” I can still hear her moaning my name in the false security of a steam-filled bathroom.

“Pretty girl,” I groan into the cold bathroom as the white streams coat my abdomen.

“Fuck,” I breathe when I look to my left half expecting to see her waiting for me, crossing her legs restlessly.