Page 17 of Unfaithfully Yours

“I'm a fucking idiot,” he muttered and pressed his lips to mine.

This stolen moment filled me with something even more than the sex had. The admission in not so many words, that we should have been doing this sooner was like a soothing balm deep inside me, easing all those lonely nights and days filled with longing at his side.

I'd thought my love was impossible, yet here Kamran was, willingly in my arms, kissing me and telling me that it was long overdue.

I didn't want to let him go. Didn't want to go to work. I just wanted to stay right here, kissing him so deeply my toes curled.

He moaned softly against my lips, pressing his hips back.

“Fuck, you're hard,” he whispered.

I shrugged.

“Yeah,” I whispered, kissing his jaw and trailing kisses to the back of his neck. “You have that effect on me.”

And the position we were in, with his ass against my dick was pretty nice too.

I pressed forward, grinding against him and he let out a guttural gasp, gripping the wooden railings.

Unable to resist, my hand slipped lower, one sliding his sweater up while the other remained around his chest, keeping him in place.

His breath was coming out hard, clouds filling the air as I shoved my hand inside the waist band of his sweats.

Gripping his hardening length as the sun rose over the water, illuminating us in the golden glow of morning was probably one of the most satisfying moments of my life. I felt like I had all my wants and dreams literally in the palm of my hand.

The thought made me chuckle breathlessly against his hair as I started to stroke him.

He leaned back against me, his hands gripping the railing, head against my shoulder.

I pressed my cheek to his and held him tight, feeling like the most powerful person on the planet.

He was trying to be quiet, but couldn't for long, letting out a long groan before biting his lips and turning his face toward me, desperate to be kissed just before he gasped, eyes screwing shut and hips bucking into my palm, and then back against my ass, making my cock twitch.

“Yes,” I whispered in encouragementinto his ear as he spilled into my hand, soaking his boxers.

Finally, breathing hard, he sank back against me.

I moaned softly, allowing my hand to slip free. It was wet with come though, so I wiped it on the back of the railing, chuckling before putting my arms around him again.

“That’s gross,” he informed me, holding onto my arms tightly. “What if someone leans on it?”

I grinned, pressing my nose to his hair.

“It looks like it's about to rain anyway.”

“If you say so,” he said, glancing up at the clouds suspiciously.

Then, he just squeezed my arms a little tighter against the chill and sighed.

“What a nice way to start the day. I could get used to it.”

I smiled.

“Yeah, me too... It's going to get colder soon though. Would be nicer to just stay in bed together.”

He hummed softly in agreement, looking out at the streaks of pink and yellow as the sun rose closer to the heavy sheet of clouds above.

“I know it should be simple,” he said. “That I should just come out and say it, but it never seems to work out like that.”

I stroked his chest, trying to offer silent comfort. He was in a sticky situation. I knew that. And somehow, standing here with him in my arms, I was even starting to accept it.

“I know it’s a lot,” I said.

He nodded.

“She's so quick to get annoyed with me lately. Either that or she's upset about work—which is where that guys is, right? So maybe it's all connected,” he said softly. “Whenever I start to say it, everything just goes south so quickly.”

He turned enough to look at me, gaze penetrating and honest.

“We don't go near each other anymore,” he said, like a promise. “We're barely even in the same room for more than five minutes. And even if she came on to me, I wouldn't want that. I wouldn't— couldn't want her, or anyone other than you.”

My heart melted into a puddle right there.

“Okay,” I said simply. “I believe you.”

He watched me for a moment, to make sure that I did and then nodded, like the matter was settled.

“Today,” he said firmly. “I'll just say it as soon as I see her. Melissa. We're done. I know what you've been doing and I've already moved on. ”

I could tell he really meant all this. He cared about what we had.

It was so new though that I almost wanted to tell him to slow down, to think about it for his own sake, but the selfish part of me told me to shut up and enjoy it, so I did just that, pressing my lips to his cheek and revelling in the feeling of his stubble on my lips.

For a while, we stood there, enjoying the moment, until the sun did indeed dip behind the clouds and the light show mellowed to a pale glow.

“You heading home to shower before work?” I finally asked.

“I guess so,” he shrugged. “You?”

“No, I have to bus to school. I have a class first period.”

He eyed me dubiously.

“You bussed here?”

“We kind of left my car behind yesterday, remember? We were a bit distracted.”

“I could have picked you up on the way.”

“Well you can drive me back to work to make up for it.”

Still chuckling, he turned around in my arms, pulling my hips against his to feel my still hard cock with a raised brow.

“What are you going to do about this?” he asked.

I pressed a little closer, relishing the pressure for a moment before letting out a long breath.

“You’ll have to owe me for it,” I joked, but Kamran’s eyes sparked with interest.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

I thought for a moment, heart skipping at the prospects before shaking my head with a mischievous smile.

“Surprise me.”

Kamran grinned and nodded.

“You got it.”

Oh God. I could see all of Kamran's cogs turning. I could tell he was sorting carefully through ideas already, and on the way back to the car, his gaze kept flying to me.

“What did I get myself into?” I asked as I took a seat next to him in his car.

He shrugged, playing innocent, even though his lips kept twitching, but he didn't say a word.

I should have probably told him that no planning was necessary. That he could just give me a kiss and call it even and I would be happy with that.

Instead, I just shook my head, feeling stupidly special and let him scheme.