Page 4 of The Biggest Sacrifice

“I know you’re in here. I can smell your pussy already dripping for me.” I walk closer to the closet. “I know you ran in here because you know what goes on in this room. And you love it. Come out. Now.”

She listens this time, emerging from the closet. She’s breathing erratically and she’s flushed.

“You’re turned on. You love it when I chase you.”

She nods.

“Come.”

She steps up in front of me. “Lift your arms.” Grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, I dropped it to the floor. I caress her breasts, then trace the pulse point on her neck, which is beating erratically. A breath leaves her lips upon my touch.

“Turn around.”

She does and I yank her shorts down, exposing her lace panties, and kneel behind her. I grace the seams, slipping my finger under them and see goosebumps emerge onto her skin. Leaning in, I drag my lips across her hip to her ass, then bite her cheek. She whimpers, the sound only makes my cock harder.

Standing, I loop the tie I’ve been holding and slide her wrists through it. I turn her to face me. Her eyes are lit up, anticipating what will happen next. I run my thumb across her bottom lip, as she continues to watch me.

“You’re gorgeous, Farrah.” I lean in, kissing her, wanting to remember this feeling, this heat that passes between us. I’m going to need it for the year I’m gone.

Taking her now, then leaving just a few brief hours later, makes me an asshole, but I can’t stop the momentum I have churning inside myself. I have to have her.

“Kneel.”

She drops instantly and falls into her role. She looks up at me with round doe's eyes waiting to be told what to do. I undo my belt, pop my button, and let my jeans fall to the floor. She eagerly leans in, nuzzling my cock through my boxer briefs. I grab her hair and yank her head back.

“I didn’t tell you to do that.”

She sits back on her thighs and waits. I step out of my jeans and my boxers, then get up close to her again. Fisting my cock, I drag it around her lips. Her eyes never leave mine.

“Suck it, Farrah. Show me how much you love my cock.”

She takes me deep, her hot mouth covering me instantly. It’s almost too much to stand. She drags her teeth slowly over my cock as she pulls back and it sends shivers down my spine. This woman is unlike any other I’ve been with. She pushes her own limits, knowing it’s what I need to reach mine.

“Open up and relax.” She’s teased me enough tonight and I’m already on edge. I need this one last time and I need to remember her this way. Once I tell her I’m leaving, I fear it may be the end.

I fuck her throat, and while her eyes never leave mine, the tears I see running down her cheeks only spur me on faster. I’m searching for this release like a lost man searches for water in the desert.

Desert.

How ironic.

“Fuck, Farrah, you feel so good.” I pause for a moment, letting her catch her breath. She breathes through her nose, then swallows, creating a suction that brings me back to life. Before I know it, I’m spilling down her throat.

“Up, pretty mouse. We’re not done yet.”

Her arms are still bound behind her, so I ease her from the floor and walk us over to the large chaise that sits in the corner. I sit and have her climb on top. She waits for my direction as I run my hands over her skin, feeling the goosebumps that rise from my touch. I need to memorize her. Remember this look. Right here. Right now. Her eyes are glowing and her chest moves with each deep breath she takes.

She’s beautiful. I’ve never known a more beautiful woman, inside and out. She’s selfless and caring. She’s accepted me and my needs and never questioned why. She’s been there for me, during good times, during the bad ones, when I couldn’t explain with words what was in my head and even when I didn’twantto explain a thing, she was there. Just to sit quietly with. Breathe deep with. Everything and anything I needed, she did for me.

And with nothing in return.

Because I can’t do that. I can’t give any more of myself than my physical self.

I trace my fingers down her ribs and to her hips. I grab hold with one hand and slide her panties to the side with the other. She lifts and I’m able to slide into her with ease. We both moan at the intrusion and lay my head back on the chaise, eyes hooded and watching her.

“Move, little mouse. Chase what you need.”

Her lips fall open, and her eyes slowly close as she rides me. When I softly touch her skin with just my fingertips, it drives her wild.

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