Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Yessss,” she hisses. “Please don’t stop that this time.”
I don’t. But I also don’t play fair. It’s not that I’m in a rush. My balls can detonate if they want to. It won’t stop me from finishing the job. It’s just that I can tell she’s close, and I don’t have it in me to drag it out because I want to give her this so damn bad. I want her coming apart at the seams, riding my face, and coming on my fingers while I pleasure her with my mouth. I suckle her clit, flicking it with my tongue a little bit harder. Then, I thrust inside her with two fingers.
She screams but muffles it by throwing her hand over her face and biting down on her fingers. Her body shudders and bucks and rocks as she gasps and whimpers behind her hand. I love the way her pussy clenches around my fingers, her tight walls milking me while she rides out the waves of pleasure.
My cock might be about to throttle me, and if the bastard had hands, I think he would actually try, but this isn’t about him, and this isn’t about me. This is about Echo. This is all for her. This is me giving her something she doesn’t have to return, the last gift I can give her.
For just a fraction of a moment, Echo is there with me. Her walls are lowered, and there isn’t any guardedness behind her eyes. But it’s just for a second, and then it’s gone.
I know no amount of kissing her will bring it back, but I still stand up and claim her mouth with mine. I still try. However, the entire time, I’m aware that, yes, it’s amazing, and yes, it’s probably the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced, but I know it can’t and won’t last unless I do something.
The only thing I can do is give her time. I have to let her go. I can’t force her or change her mind for her. I can only be here when she needs me. Steadfast. I can be the one person…well, no, we can be a family together, a family who is there for her no matter what.
When she pulls away, shaking a little, and grabs her panties and jeans, I want to tell her that. She sits on the floor rather than on the dreaded air mattress and gets dressed.
“Thanks,” she says without looking at me, and I wince.
“Not something you have to thank me for.”
She turns around, her eyes glistening, half with sadness, half with laughter. “I think it is. Thank you. If not for that, then for everything else. If I were the kind of person who watched those movies and read those books you were talking about…well, I’m not, but if I were, I…I really don’t know where I’m going with this. Maybe I’ll give in and watch or read a few, and then I’ll be able to tell you how I was going to finish that sentence.” She glances down at her arm. “Two hairs past a freckle. Have you ever heard that saying? It’s what people used to say when they weren’t wearing a watch, and someone asked them what time it was. Before phones made it easy to figure out the time, I guess. We still have a few minutes if you want me to—”
“It’s okay.” I walk over and kiss her gently on the forehead before stepping back. “I’ll take you to the airport. We all will. We’re going to miss you, Echo. Now I’m going to say something cheesy and tell you that wherever you go and wherever we go, we’ll always be right here. No, that doesn’t work. We’ll always be where you need us, when you need us, and in any way you need us. I think that’s better.”
Her eyes mist over, but a refreshed, grim sort of determination filters in, and her walls come back up, and now I’m looking at the guarded, strong-on-her-own, feisty Echo that I’ve known over the past few days. It’s the Echo she wants the world to see because it’s the Echo she’s spent a lot of time constructing, and fuck me if that doesn’t make my heart ache that much more.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you for understanding. Thank you for letting me go and for being kind about it. And thank you for everything you’ve all done.”
“It was my pleasure.” I don’t bow at the waist or say it in an old-fashioned kind of voice. Because it was. It was my pleasure, and my god, I’m going to miss her. “Take care out there,” I tell her, resorting to a goofy grin so I don’t embarrass myself and get weepy, which could actually happen, even if my dick is asking how the fuck we went from hot action to breaking down. My balls are equally unimpressed.