Page 36 of Run

“Let them see,” I said.

And I meant it. I needed to be inside her, and an audience wouldn’t stop me.

I shifted slightly, careful to block the view of Giovanna on the camera I had spotted in the corner and then reached for my belt.

Gia opened her eyes, which had drifted closed, and then replaced my hands with hers and quickly opened my belt and pants. She closed her fist around me as best she could, moving with jerky motions in the tight space. I let her touch me for a few moments, but then pushed her hand away and wrapped my fist around my engorged cock.

She lifted her legs and I watched as the skirt rode even higher up her thighs, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the treasure I would soon have.

And that was where I kept my eyes as I slowly fed myself inside her, pushing deeper and deeper until there was not even a millimeter of space between us.

I paused for a single moment, trying to fight for control as Gia’s tightness pulsed around me, forcing the breath out of my lungs. After a deep breath, I pulled out and slammed myself in again, and again, leaving us both breathless.

I wouldn’t last long, so I reached between our bodies and twisted her clit, remembering that direct stimulation always drove her wild.

And it did.

She clamped down on me tight, her pussy even wetter now as she cried out. I kept my fingers on her, then thrust once, twice, a final time before my climax hit.

I came hard, buried my face in Gia’s neck to cover my cry. After, I held her as long as I could, even after my spent cock slipped out of her.

“Vincent…”

It was only her soft voice in my ear that made me move.

I stepped back, looked at her, tried to read something in her expression.

I could see that wide-eyed, soft, dreamy look in her eyes. Could see the marks where she’d worried the corner of her lip, something she always did when she was on the brink of coming.

But I could also see that her shoulders were still the same, her body, which had so recently yielded to me was stiff, seemed unnatural.

I cursed myself for that.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her, but every time I took her I was only reminded of how much distance was between us now. How the fantasy I wanted would never again be.

She adjusted her skirt and grabbed the clothes that she hadn’t even tried on. “I’ll get these,” she said.

I looked at her a moment longer, my chest hurting from the way my heart pounded. There was so much I wanted to say, needed to, but one look at her, and I knew there was no point.

“Then let’s go,” I said.

I wanted to reach for her hand, keep some of the connection to her, but I didn’t. Instead, I led her out of the dressing room, ignoring the quizzical yet knowing look the attendant gave us.

Just moments ago I’d been as close to her as I could possibly be. Yet now, only minutes later, I didn’t know if we could get further apart.

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