Page 44 of Die for You

I lean up on my elbows and watch him closely.

I am nothing but worshipped.

Every inch of my heated flesh jolts and spasms with each touch.

He moves over to the other leg, kissing my ankle, before licking all the way upward. I cup his handsome face as he’s still on his knees before me, a gesture of surrender.The sight touches me, and nostalgia overwhelms me, right in the pit of my stomach where our miracle is.

I grapple with the moral decision.Do I tell him?

I know it would change things.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, still on his knees.

“Let’s run away together. Forget who we are and what we’ve done and start over.”

Lenny’s eyes soften. “That sounds like a nice dream. But that’s all it’ll ever be.”

“Why can’t we?”

“You know why,” he replies, saddened.

“I know, but can’t we forget?”

“I wish we could.”

And there is the answer I always knew to be true.

This is why I can never tell Lenny.

This is really it.

“Ti amo.”

“Ti amo anch’io. Per sempre.”

He said he’ll love me forever, but our forever comes with an expiration date.

I drag him up and smash my mouth over his. He kisses me back with passion and love, but also an undertone of sadness.

I don’t know why, but Lenny and I just don’t work. I wish we did, but we never can.

Coming to a stand, I pull back and closely examine his beautiful face. I run a finger across his furrowed brow, down his strong nose, which no longer has a nose ring in it, and last, over his lips. My heart is melancholy. To love someone this much only to let them go seems like a waste because this sort of love is a once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. Perhaps we will meet again in another lifetime, where things will be simple.

But for now…it’s goodbye.

So…if that’s the case, then let it be a farewell we will never forget.

I drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth.

He threads his fingers through my hair and uses it as reins as he controls the speed and how deeply I take him in. He coaxes me to take as much as I can before gagging. I try to pull away, but he keeps my head down, groaning when he hits the back of my throat.

He releases me, and I pull away, gasping for air.

As I peer up at him from under my lashes, he slaps my cheek.

Not hard.

But with enough force to feel it.