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He suddenly looked weary. “Where are the condoms?”
“My nightstand.”
He got off the bed and shoved his sweatpants down to his ankles, pushing them off with his feet. He left the room and came back with three blue wrapped condoms and one already sheathed over his cock.
“Three?”
He smiled sheepishly. “Maybe my fucking you will forget the others.”
There is no one that can compare to you. I’ve already tried.
He swiftly penetrated me, and even though I’d been having sex with Marc, he couldn’t match Austin’s girth or length. I felt a burning sensation as Austin entered me, which disappeared as he began to move. He screwed me, teasing my clit with his base, then backing off.
I pulled him down so that I could meet his mouth with my own. His hips churned against mine, and I dug my nails against his ass. I wanted this for so long, and now that I was getting it, I felt sad because I knew it would be the last time. I fought off tears and moved my hands to his back, so I could feel the contours of his muscles with my fingers.
We came together, and Austin took long strokes as he emptied himself into the condom. When he was finished, he rolled off me but turned on his side to take me in his arms.
“It’s always so good with you.”
“Thank you. I needed this so much.”
“I’m not finished with you.”
Austin made love to me twice more, and as I was dozing off, he kissed my forehead and I thought I heard him whisper he loved me, but I couldn’t be sure. I woke up before dawn and slipped out of his bed and went to my room. I was embarrassed I gave into him so easily.
When Austin woke, I was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee and eating a piece of toast. Our lovemaking spurred my appetite, but I’m sure it would disappear by the time Edith’s service was over.
“How are you feeling this morning,” he asked.
“Sore.”
“I was a little rough last night.”
I bit my lip and looked up at him. “Austin, why?”
He looked at the counter. “Why was I rough?”
“Why did you have sex with me?”
Austin met my gaze. “Think of it as my last hurrah. I know that sounds like I’m an asshole, but I wanted to have you one more time.”
“Suppose Edith never got sick? This would never happen.”
“But she did, and we’re here together.”
“And you have no guilt about what happened last night?”
He shook his head. “No. I think it like the end of a chapter. Ours.”
I pushed my toast away, no longer hungry. “That makes me sad.”
“We can still be friends. I want to.”
“I’m not sure we can. I know what’s going to happen. You’re going back to Los Angeles, getting married and maybe we’ll speak a few times during the year. Then come Christmas, we’ll exchange cards. The next year, we text or email a couple of times and then after that, probably nothing.”
“Don’t say that,” Austin growled.
“It’s true. We both moved on from each other. In three weeks, you’ll be married, and I’ll continue my fruitless search for a husband.”
