I reach down for his belt buckle, brushing my fingers across his steadily hardening erection and chewing on my lip, something I know he loves.
“Yes, well, I like surprises, don't you?”
Easton grins, chuckling slightly before it bleeds into a hiss as I stimulate him. “I like them when they're like this.”
I unbutton his slacks after pulling his belt free. My fingers go to his zipper next, and I slide it down. With nothing standing in my way, I push his pants down to the floor, sinking to my knees as I do.
I take his briefs with me, and his cock springs free.
He's so glorious. And I want to make him feel good. I want to make him feel like this is the best moment, the best sex he's ever had.
Reaching up for him, I wrap my fingers around the base, dragging my tongue up the bottom. He groans, keeping himself quiet, and before he can tell me not to, before he can question this, I wrap my lips around the his head and suck hard.
Easton's fingers knot through my hair, and I bob my head up and down as I take him as far as I can possibly go. I've never been this ravenous, this focused on giving everything I have to pleasuring this man.
Not like this before. And damn, I hope it shows through.
I want nothing more than to make Easton feel so…very…good.
He grips my roots tighter, his hips beginning to move as I continue to work up and down his shaft. Saliva is dripping on my chin, but I don't care.
This is about him. This is about telling him that I care about him. This is about showing him that he means the world to me, even though I'm about to leave.
I breathe through my nose, ignoring the twinge in my jaw from how I'm stretching it around him like this, and I wind my hand up his leg until I reach his sack and gently caress.
When I need air, I lean back slightly and use my tongue to run it up and down the length of him, paying close attention to that ridge near his head that I know is extra sensitive.
Easton's hips flex, and I hear him groan before suddenly he's pulling me to my feet.
“What are you doing?”
“That is too fucking good, and I need to be inside you if I'm going to come.”
A blush fills my cheeks, and the truth is, I want him inside me just as much as he seems to. I need to feel this connection we have. I need to bask in it before it goes away, before I'm the one who's leaving this time.
Emotions over the past and the present start to blur together, but Easton's fingers on my body pull me back down to this moment.
He goes for the button on my shorts, the same ones I wear so often, and he drags them down my legs, pulling my panties right along with them. I expect him to go down on me, because it's his favorite thing, it seems, but his hands come up my stomach and underneath my breasts so that he can pull my shirt off over my head.
His lips find mine, and they tangle together as he walks me backward toward the bed. I'm leaned over it, and Easton takes up his space between my thighs.
It's where he belongs. It's where I want him all the time, and this is it. This is the last time.
You need to stop dwelling on that, Hazel. You need to focus. This is happening. Just be happy.
But no part of me can forget that this is the end of us, that I'm choosing to run away to protect him and Jade.
It's all I can do to focus on the feeling of Easton's lips working their way down my entire body, caressing me, finding each breast, each nipple, the crook of my hip before he dives in, his tongue slipping through my seam.
If this is the last time, Iamgoing to focus on all of the sensations. I am going to lose myself to the feeling of Easton against me.
And I do.
My thoughts start to blur, finally pushed to the background. All I can focus on is the delicious, warm, wet sensations of Easton’s tongue caressing me.
He finds my clit, flicking it back and forth fast and hard. I'm continually impressed by his ability to work me like this.
I reach down for him, though. I don't want to give myself over to just this part of it. I need him inside me. I need to feel our connection stronger than ever.
