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“No.”

“You hurt me more than anybody ever has.”

“I know. I’m sorry Stella. It will never happen again.”

“How am I supposed to believe it’s just her?”

“You have to trust me. I could’ve lied and said I didn’t have sex with her. I’ll never lie to you. Oh please Stella, forgive me. Don’t give up on us. I need you more than the air that I breathe. Youarethe air that I breathe. I don’t want to live a life without you in it.”

She closed her eyes as if she was trying to cleanse her mind. I moved my lips to hers, expecting her to recoil, to push me away. She moaned and deepened our kiss. Pulling my hair, she pulled me closer to her. I moaned in response to her hunger. She was hungry for me, just as hungry as I was for her. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her even closer. I put my hands on either side of her face and gave her everything I had. All of my sorrow, all of my emotion. She moved her hand inside of my shirt, feeling my chest. I groaned in pleasure. Her hands on me felt so sensual. She pulled away from our kiss and I stood frozen in fear.

“You said you’d do anything.”

“I will do anything. I can’t lose you. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“Make love to me, Jamie.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

I pulled her to the bedroom and removed her shirt and skirt.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Stella.”

I got on my knees and lowered her panties. I never thought I’d get to touch her again. She stepped out of her panties and pulled my face to her slit. I reached my tongue out and caressed her with long, soft strokes. Hearing her moan made me instantly hard. I love being the one to make her lose control.

Grabbing her ass, I pulled her closer to my face. I slipped my tongue inside of her. Watching her climbing closer to her climax was so beautiful. She’s most beautiful when she comes. I know she hasn’t forgiven me. I’m committing this to my memory.

I moved my tongue inside her. When she grabbed my hair and threw her head back, I could feel her walls contracting around my tongue. She’s so intoxicating.

Laying her down on the bed, I just stared at her. I pulled my shirt off, and she smiled. I unbuttoned my pants, kicked my shoes off, and stepped out of my pants. I couldn’t wait to make love to her.

While dying to be inside her, I vowed to myself to go slow, make it last. I ran my tongue up the inside of her calf. I just wanted to worship her body.

She moaned. My dick twitched after hearing her.

I kissed all the way up her thighs to her stomach. Planting soft kisses all the way up, I stopped at her beautiful breasts. I pulled them out of her bra. I circled my tongue around her nipple while I squeezed the other with my fingers.

“Jamie, please, I need you inside of me.”

“Anything you want.”

I climbed on top of her and slid into her wetness. I made slow, deliberate thrusts while holding her face in my hands.

“Stella, I love you so much.”

A tear rolled down her cheek… Shit.

I move faster, hoping to somehow erase what I’m afraid is going to happen.

I kiss her while I make love to her. I know when we finish that she’ll tell me we’re done. This is it. This might be the last time I’m inside of her. It could always be the last time.

She digs her nails into my shoulders, “Jamie… Yes… Yes… Oh God.”

I keep going for what seems like hours. I can’t find my release. I want to, but I can’t. I stop. It’s time for the inevitable. I pull out of her and roll over.

“You’re not into this.”

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