Page 6 of Five Goodbyes

“This isn’t playing fair,” I tell her, my body tense, my mind turning to mush.

“I know. Now, give me what I want . . . and you’ll get exactly what you want,” she says before her tongue twirls across me again, this time sliding down the length of me, making my body break out in sweat.

I try to refuse her, try to hold on . . . and I fail. “Yes! Please . . .” I say, my voice practically a gurgle I’m in such misery.

She chuckles as her head descends and she takes me into her hot mouth. I cry out at how damn good it feels as she takes me deeper and deeper with each bob of her head. I don’t even care that she’s won. I feel too damn great to care about anything other than her lips around me.

She brings me to the brink, and I feel myself about to explode. I try to pull her off of me, but she refuses to budge. I want to be sunk deep inside of her, but she won’t let me go and I don’t have the strength to pull away.

She takes me deep, my head dipping into her throat as she sucks hard . . . and I lose it, a cry rips from me as I spill inside her sweet mouth, the pulsing seeming to go on for an eternity. I finally fall back against the bed, and she climbs her way up to me, where she curls against my chest. I barely have the strength to wrap my arm around her.

“I love you,” she whispers. Joy fills me just as I know it will each time she says these words.

“I love you,” I tell her, barely recognizing the softness of my voice. I’ve never heard it before. I’m so damn happy it scares me. When a man is this much at peace, the world is bound to come in and blow it all up.

She reaches down and pulls the cover over us . . . and we both drift off in much needed rest.

***

A sweet voice breaks my slumber. “Wake up, sleepy head.”

A towel lands on my head when I don’t move. “Our Uber will be here in fifty-two minutes. You’ve got to get yourself packed for two and a half weeks . . . and you definitely need a shower.” I open my eyes to see her nose wrinkled as she looks down at me from beside the bed.

“If I stink, it’s because you worked me so hard last night,” I say, stretching my entire body at once.

“I plan on working you out a lot more,” she says with a wink before she turns and moves to the closet to start her own packing.

I reluctantly climb from bed, my arousal leading the way to the bathroom. With only fifty minutes to go I’m definitely not getting lucky this morning. I start with a hot shower, then switch to cold to dampen down my excitement. When I come out into the bedroom, Jasmine is gone. I throw whatever clothes I can find into a bag she has laying out for me on the bed. I have some clothes at her house but not enough for over two weeks. I guess I’ll grab some cheap tees in Africa.

We’re in a rush by the time I enter the living room. Jasmine throws a breakfast sandwich at me just as the doorbell rings with our driver standing by to help with luggage. I’m glad he’s here because she has three bags to my one. I can only carry so much. We rush down to the waiting car, then fly down the freeway.

We arrive at the airport, go through priority screening, and then we’re at our gate in a whirlwind. I’ve never gotten through so fast before. When it comes time to board, I can’t help but shake my head as we step onto the plane. I’ve never traveled first class on an international flight before, and I’m not surprised to see that this area is nicer than my apartment.

“I don’t even know what to think about all of this,” I say after the flight attendant hands us each a glass of red wine.

“It sucks not being in charge of what you know you can easily handle. Just a little payback for you helping keep me locked in that office for far too long,” Jasmine replies as she clinks our glasses together, mine still sitting on the tray. “I could’ve used Gramps’s private jet, but I like traveling like regular people sometimes.”

I laugh. “This isn’t traveling like regular people. This is luxury,” I tell her.

She laughs. “I’m not a snob, I promise. You have to realize I grew up with money, though, so I sometimes forget so many don’t have the same luxuries. I’m trying to humble myself. It’s tough to do with my gramps spoiling me though.” She then gives me another flirty grin. “We can take the private jet back if you want.”

I immediately shake my head. “No way. This is luxurious enough,” I insist.

She leans closer. “Well, the private jet has a bedroom.”

And just like that I’m as solid as steel once more. Damn woman. We quickly get on our way and take the flight of a lifetime. We’re served amazing food, then lay our seats down and sleep in each other’s arms. I feel terrible for the people in the back of the plane.

We wake up and Jasmine lets me know we’re going to get twenty hours in Ireland’s capital city. I gaze out the window as we make our descent. I’ve never been here before. I haven’t been to too many international places.

As we step off the plane, we’re greeted by cool, crisp Irish air. It’s a stark difference to the hot & humid weather I’ve become accustomed to. We make our way through the airport, grab our bags, and head out to find a taxi. We’re a bit jetlagged from the long flight but determined to make the most of our short time in Dublin.

Neither of us have ever been to Ireland before, but we’re excited to explore the city and experience its famous culture. We check into our hotel and freshen up before heading out to explore the city. The first thing we notice is the charm and character of the buildings. We’re on a mission though. I want to visit Trinity College.

I’ve always been fascinated by the history and culture of Ireland, and the university seems like a perfect place to experience both. We make our way through the gates, and I’m struck by the beauty of the campus. The cobblestone paths wind through stunning green lawns, and the ancient buildings loom above us.

“It’s hard not to feel small in the presence of such history,” I say reverently.

“I agree, this is beautiful,” Jasmine says.

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