Page 11 of Future Like This

“Oh, baby. Those noises. Are you close?”

“Yes.” Another whine.

I move my thumb faster. “I need to feel you come again. Need to feel you clench my cock while I fill your pussy. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Such a good girl, baby.”

She rides me harder, and I grab her hip with my other hand, moving with her pace. Our eyes lock, emotion pouring out of us as we fly toward the edge together.

“Ames, baby. You’re gorgeous. So fucking beautiful. Come for me.”

Her legs shake as she rides me harder, and I shift my hand up, pulling her down toward me. My abs burn as I lift my head to kiss her, but I barely notice because this new angle allows me deeper, and it’s just what she needs. What we both need.

“Fuck… Miles.” She clenches me hard as she falls apart.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan. “Good girl. My perfect girl.” My abs lock and I moan loudly as I fill her pussy. She milks my cock, the soft spasms continuing after I’ve finished. She rolls off me onto her side, throwing one leg over mine as she kisses me.

“I love you,” she whispers, resting her head on my shoulder.

“I love you too.”

We lie together in silence, absolutely spent. I have no idea what time it is other than it’s before lunch, and I already feel like I could go for a full night of sleep. The last few days have been emotionally exhausting, but in a good way, now that we’re working through things.

I run my fingers over her back and she nuzzles my neck.

“How are you feeling?” I whisper.

“Grateful,” she says after a moment. “Happy. My heart still hurts. A part of it probably always will, but it’s better than not feeling anything. The last seven months have been rough, but the beauty in them is irreplaceable, and I want to cherish it more as I heal. I want to let it help heal me. I want to feel all the vivid, wonderful things, even if that means feeling the pain, too.”

“I’ll feel it all with you. Ride this roller coaster with you.”

“Good. Because you’re the only one I want by my side.”

I tug her closer, kissing her forehead, then a few minutes later, we both drift off to sleep.

Amelia

My computer makes a silly boop-boop-boop noise as I wait, stomach in my throat. Therapy. It’s not a dirty word, but it feels like one. One I know I need, but that I’m terrified of.

The noise stops as the video call connects.

Why on earth did I think a video call was a good idea? I should’ve chosen a phone call.

Too late now. He’s on the screen.

Smile.

“Hi. Amelia?”

“That’s me.”

God. This is going to be forty-five minutes of pure torture.

“Great. I’m Ken.”

“Hi, Ken.” I put my head in my hands and grumble. “I’m sorry. This feels incredibly awkward.”

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