Page 75 of Chemistry: The Chemist

Her legs tightened around me. Even at her peak, I knew she could climb higher. I sucked her clit until she was reaching for the stars. Her body went limp as her core stiffened. And then, the floodgates of her personal heaven opened and poured out a blessing so plentiful that I thought I’d drown.

“Chem. Cheeeeem. Fuuuuu–”

My dick had stretched to the point of pain. It was hard as a fucking brick. I was up on my feet as Choc fought to come down. She wouldn’t. That mission was pointless. I wanted her mounted where she belonged until I was finished with her fine ass.

I buried myself inside her. Those plush, inviting walls quilted around me. My eyes went to the back of my head. My toes curled, and my spine followed. The tips of my fingers dug into her skin as I wrapped a hand around her neck and squeezed. Lips pressed against Eden’s ear, I began to mumble the secrets of my heart.

Secrets that weren’t meant to be shared.

Not yet.

They put my life and my vulnerability on the line.

They softened me.

They weakened me.

They haunted me –day and night.

“I’m falling.”

Shit, I’d fallen. Past tense.

The ponytail she wore was on the other side of the room. Her natural hair was wild and untamed, obscuring my vision and covering parts of her face I needed to see. I thumbed the thick strands, pushing them out of the way to reveal her beauty.

Though fucked and flushed, I was still in awe of her. The disoriented, bewildered image was as fascinating as the well-groomed, polished Eden.

She can do no fucking wrong. My wires were crossing. The lines were blurring.

Weary lines creased her forehead. She stared back at me, absentmindedly, obviously in a place far away.

“What’s wrong, Choc?”

A single blink brought her back to me. She scooted closer, pursing her lips to kiss mine. Then, she slid backward, reconnecting with eyes that made me wonder if this was what heaven felt like. I’d never know, because I’d never get there. But, this must’ve been the closest thing to it.

“Why are you always looking at me that way?”

“Because.” I sighed, regretful of the words forming before they left my mouth.

“Because–” she stressed.

“You remind me of someone I used to know.”

Her eyebrows gathered near the center of her forehead as she inhaled deeply. Mixed feelings engulfed her, showing on every inch of her face.

“Did you love her?”

With a nod, I admitted, “I did.”

“You still do,” she posed, pain ripping through her pretty features.

Closing my eyes, I brushed aside the intrusive thoughts, fighting to stay in the moment. Confidently, I reopened them.

“She broke my heart.”

Her eyes softened. So did her resolve. Long, slim fingers stroked the side of my face as she looked down on me with pity. I wouldn’t stand for it.

“No sympathy for a soldier, Eden.”

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