I moved my finger inside her, searching for that rough bundle of nerves that would drive her higher. I rubbed the heal of my hand against her clit, and in no time, she was rocking against my hand, riding me for her pleasure.
"I want to see you come again." I'd never get tired of this, watching the pleasure overwhelm her.
She arched into me, and I moved slightly so that I could continue my work and suck on her nipples. She gripped the hair on the back of my head, holding me to her. I wanted to be inside her, but I wanted her to fall apart on my fingers. "Are you going to come for me?"
She cried out and went over, her body trembling, her pussy squeezing me like a vice. Before she could come down, I smoothed another condom over my dick and eased inside her in one swift motion. I didn't want her to come down or think about what any of this meant. For a short time, we'd allow ourselves to feel, to let go. To forget about our responsibilities, what anyone would think.
There was no one else here but us. No one else's opinion mattered. I tried not to think about the fact that Hayden would probably be happy if we were together. She liked Saylor. The problem was Saylor wouldn't stick around. She wasn't an islander.
She'd leave, making me feel bereft without her. I didn't have a choice in the matter. I'd already put this into motion, and I had to see it through.
I moved inside her more slowly this time. The entire act felt more meaningful than the last. We were coming together, enjoying the feel of each other. She gazed up at me, never breaking contact.
"You're beautiful," I told her.
She moaned in response.
"I love to watch you come." I wouldn't get enough of it. I wanted to give her pleasure. I wanted her to remember what it felt like to be with me, even if she was contemplating another. I wanted her soul.
She bit her lip as if she was holding off another orgasm.
"Let go," I urged.
She moved her head away. "It's too much."
"It's never enough," I countered as I took her nipple into my mouth, alternating between sucking it, then grazing my teeth over the hard peek before soothing it again. The combination drove her higher, and she was powerless to give in.
She arched off the bed and cried out. I thrust harder, chasing my release, knowing our time together was limited. That I'd need to get out of bed and pick up my daughter. When would it be my time?
I gave up my career to reunite with my daughter. And now I had my teenage love in my bed, and she couldn't be mine. As I came down from my orgasm, the pain spread through my chest. This thing with Saylor was limited in time and scope. I couldn't let myself fall for her. But as I rolled to my side, I wondered if it was already too late.
I played with her hair. "I talked to my mom about going to dinner with them tomorrow. She said to invite you."
Saylor's eyes widened. "Are you sure you want me there?"
"Mom invited you. You can't say no," I said, hoping she would come. I needed her there for moral support.
"Ah. Okay."
"And I want you there," I added.
She snuggled against my chest, and we cuddled until my phone buzzed. Then I got out of bed and washed up, pulling on clothes. By the time I returned to my bedroom, it was empty. Saylor had already moved to her room, and the door to her room was closed.
Was she sending a message that we were done? That it was a one-time thing, never to be repeated? My head ached with the possible meanings, but my daughter was waiting on me.
Outside the air was heavy with humidity, and it smelled like rain. We'd probably get a middle-of-the-night thunderstorm. The weather felt a little like my mood, hot and volatile.
I wasn't sure how to take Saylor sneaking off without saying goodbye. Was she concerned about Hayden, or did she intend to send a message?
In no time, I was pulling up to Hayden's friend's house. I texted her, and she appeared on the porch a few seconds later.
Hayden slid into the passenger-side seat. "Did you have a good night?"
I wasn't expecting her to ask me about my night, but I was fully prepared to ask about hers. "Yes.”
She raised a brow. "Were you nice to Saylor?"
I backed out, confused. "When am I ever not nice to Saylor?"
