Page 49 of Run

I finally looked at her, let my eyes meet hers—I didn’t try to hide what I felt. I wanted her to see it, wanted her to know. When it became too much, I lowered my head. She reached for me then, curled her fingers against my cheek. I looked into her eyes again and was reminded that it wasn’t just her body that I would miss. She was always stubborn, sometimes selfish, but she was my heart. I had loved Giovanna Carmelli for my entire life, and I always would.

I thrust harder, and then harder still, and Giovanna met each motion with her own, dropping her hips as she held me tight, her arms around my shoulders, her breasts flattened against my chest.

There was hardly any space between us, but any was too much. I stilled long enough to break her grip, and then I pushed her back until she was flat against the bed.

I stared down at her, the feeling of her tight pussy throbbing around my cock driving me to move, her beauty, my need to make this moment last, holding me still.

I stayed that way, let my eyes greedily drink her. Her brown skin slick with sweat, her full breasts rising and falling with each of her deep breaths, the distended buds of her nipple begging me to taste them.

I answered the call, kept my dick buried inside her as I leaned forward and captured the tip of her breast in my mouth. I sucked on the tight bud and breathed out hard when her pussy fluttered around me. Sucked again and moaned when I got the same response.

This was driving me to madness, Gia’s pussy squeezing me like it was made for me, her tit filling my mouth, her breathy sighs and moans begging me for more. I wanted to stay like this forever, but remaining still became impossible when she tightened her inner muscles around me, squeezing my shaft tighter still.

My cock jerked inside her, and I gave in to the instinct that I had fought so hard to suppress.

Without breaking our connection, I spread out atop her, only holding back enough of my weight not to crush her. Then I entwined my fingers with hers, sealed my lips over hers, and then began to fuck her with everything I had.

I thrust inside her hard and deep, uncaring of anything but this feeling, this moment with this woman I loved so much. She moved beneath me, arching her back, squeezing her fingers tight around mine.

When she stiffened and clamped her pussy down hard as she climaxed, I almost lost it, but I held on, kept thrusting inside her.

My cock was harder than it had ever been, my entire being driven by the need to pour everything I felt, everything I was, into this moment. My own climax threatened to overtake me, and part of me wanted to come inside her again, hoped that we had created a bond that would keep us together forever. If Giovanna had my child, I’d never let her go.

But I loved her too much for that.

At the very last second, I pulled out. My cock was rock-solid against her thigh, and on a hard breath, I came. Spurt after spurt of my cum hit her, and when I’d finally spent myself, I rubbed my seed into her skin until it glistened. A poor substitute for what I wanted, but it would have to do.

I collapsed against her, letting myself enjoy the feeling of her body under mine.

A while later, I lay beside her and pulled her into my arms and locked my arms around her. Her soft, smaller body curled against me. She fit perfectly, the way she always had, the way I knew only she ever would. My heart beat hard but by degrees calmed until it was a steady thud.

Then, finally, I said the words that I had resisted but that I knew were true all the same.

“I love you, Giovanna. Please say good-bye before you leave,” I whispered.

Silence was her only response.

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