Page 36 of When I Found You

“Ready.”

I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, sucking her juices from my fingers. I slide my cock against her clit, pulling a few more whimpers from her before I thrust in, bringing cries of pleasure from both of us.

I find a rhythm, listening to Stacey’s moans as I bring my lips to her neck. The couch doesn’t leave us with as much space as the bed does, but the smaller space has this feeling more intimate. Something about tonight just feels different, special in some way.

“I’m close,” she says, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I increase the pace of my thrusts and feel as she falls apart, her body spasming around my cock as she orgasms. Her release triggers my own and I slam into her one last time as I come undone.

“That was amazing,” she says, a few minutes later.

“You’re killing me, woman. How am I going to leave you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know,” she states as a tear rolls down her cheek. I wipe it away with the pad of my thumb, hating that I’ve made her cry.

“Don’t cry, gorgeous. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It just sucks that tomorrow is already almost here. I know it isn’t the end of the world and I’ll see you next weekend, but it still sucks.”

“I know, and this week will go by faster than we know it.”

“How did you swoop in and change my life so fast? Become so important to me?” she whispers.

“I should be askingyouthat. I’m the one that was cynical toward relationships before I met you. I think it’s all you. You’re the special one in this relationship.”

“I think it’s ustogether.”

“You might just be right.”

I wake the next morning,hating the fact that I have to leave in a matter of hours. Knowing I have to leave Stacey and return to base, to my job and life before I met her. I pull her closer, kissing the top of her head, before I force myself to fall back to sleep for a while longer. My plan is to take off after dinner tonight, so we’ve still got all day together.

A couple hours later, I wake back up when I feel the bed dip and feel cold feet against my legs.

“Fuck, that’s cold,” I mumble sleepily.

“Sorry.” She giggles as she kisses me. “My feet got cold while I was up making us coffee.”

“I’ll forgive you if you brought me some.”

“Of course I did,” she says, pointing to two mugs on the nightstand.

“You’re an angel,” I tell her, pulling her back in for another kiss.

“I was thinking I could make us some breakfast before we get going this morning.”

“I won’t be opposed to that. How about a shower together first?” I suggest, sliding my lips along her exposed neck, pulling a few moans from her.

“Th-that sounds good,” she says on another moan.

Our morning slips by way too quickly, as does our afternoon together. We returned to my dad’s house after lunch and ordered some takeout for dinner. As the hours ticked by today, I couldfeel the melancholy setting in for both of us. Stacey has become increasingly quiet as our hours quickly run out and the time comes for me to head back to base.

“It was good to have to you home again,” my dad says, wrapping me into a hug.

“I’m glad I got to come back,” I tell him, slapping him on the back. “I’m sure I’ll be back again soon.”

I wink at Stacey over his shoulder, and watch as she wipes at a tear that threatens to fall.

“I’m sure you will,” Dad says, a teasing tone lacing his voice. “And if this young lady has anything to do with me getting to see more of you, well, then I approve of that.”

“Thank you for letting me take so much of Peyton’s time this past week, and for inviting me into your home.”

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