Page 88 of Never Quiet

He joined her, his face contorting in an expression of near pain as he took his own release. He pushed against her, moaned her name, and finally collapsed over her with a long groan.

When he could move, he got rid of the condom and dragged her against him. She thought her brain would keep her from sleeping but it didn’t.

In the middle of the night, he woke her with soft touches, whispered words, and she encouraged him to take her again even though she was sore.

Just before dawn, she sheathed his length and straddled him. The moment she was in place, he gripped her hips in strong hands. She positioned him where he needed to be.

This time wasn’t for her.

He was barely awake and let her do what she wanted as he watched her through half-lidded eyes. His voice was rough from sleep when he said her name.

She held her body over him and found the rhythm, her hair cascading over one side of her head in a golden curtain, her breasts rippling with her movements.

This time was for him.

She wanted Erick’s last memory to be of her taking him – over him in all her physical glory – to make him smile if he got lonely, to picture in his mind while he stroked himself.

A fantasy that once was real.

She took him because she loved him. When he gave her his climax, his back arching from the sleeping bag with a gasp, she sat up and rode him a little longer.

Stroking the front of her body while he watched, she touched herself in just the way she needed to come, her head thrown back with his name on her lips.

When she could breathe, she stripped the condom from him and wiped him with towelettes she had in her bag.

Holding a bottle of water to his lips, she encouraged him to drink and smiled when he downed the entire thing.

Stretching out beside him, she watched as he drifted back to sleep. When his soft snore filled the tent, she sighed. She bent to kiss his lips but was careful not to wake him. Pulling on her clothes, she grabbed the camera, her bag, and tiptoed outside. She sat on the rock to write him a note. Tucking it beside him, she stared at his profile in deep sleep.

In barely a whisper, she confessed, “I love you. Thank you.”

Amanda pushed her ATV away from the place she would always remember with a smile, started it, and headed home.

It was time to leave. The next phase of her life waited.

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