8. Will

8

WILL

I wake tangled in Stella's limbs, her warm sleepy body crushed against mine. We spent last night together in the motel room while the festival carried on without us.

My appetite for her is insatiable, and I took my fill last night.

Sunlight falls over her cheeks, highlighting her smooth fresh skin. Her hair fans out across the pillow, encasing me in her floral scent.

I could get used to this, waking every morning with Stella next to me. My chest constricts knowing this is our last morning together. In a few hours, I'll be on my bike heading back east, and she'll be heading west.

I should have gone yesterday. I have clients to get back to, but having one more day with Stella overrode any client commitments.

Carefully, I extract my arm from around her and grab my phone from the nightstand .

There are two missed calls and several emails.

I scroll through them, trying to get my head back into work mode. Maxine has done a good job of responding for me. I make a mental note to buy her some of the donuts she likes when I get back.

I'll have to make some client calls today, but as I glance down at the sleepy-eyed woman looking up at me through thick lashes, all thoughts of work flee my mind. I'm not giving up any of my time with Stella to speak to a client.

"Morning, beautiful."

She smiles, and it hits me right in the chest. I put my phone down on the nightstand and draw her to me.

"I've got morning breath," she protests as I nibble on her bottom lip.

"I don't care."

As soon as her lips touch mine, fire ignites in my belly. I've never been turned on so much by a woman as I am by Stella, and a little morning breath isn't going to diminish that.

Her naked body presses against mine, and her nipples scrape against my chest. We slept naked last night, and the thrill of her bare skin against mine makes my dick lengthen.

Even though I took her twice again last night, I still want her with a need I've never felt before. My body craves her.

This will be the last time we're together.

The thought causes a pang in my chest and I kiss her hard, fighting down the emotions that threaten to swell out of me.

This is only a fling. It can't be anything else. But the poignancy of it being our last time makes me want to enjoy Stella in a way I haven't before.

I run my fingertips over the tiger tattoo on her shoulder. "What's the story behind this?"

The tiger snarls at me like it wants to bite my finger off. It's a badass tattoo and seems out of sync with the thoughtful, caring woman I've come to know.

"Put it down to a wild youth."

I raise an eyebrow at her, and she looks away. There's more to Stella than what I'm seeing, I'm sure of it. I want to know about her misspent youth and every part of her.

But we've only got two more hours together. Sharing the past is not what you do when you're having a weekend fling.

A heaviness settles on my chest. I'll never know the story of the tiger tattoo. I'll never know how she got the tiny scar on her right shoulder. I'll never know about her first boyfriend or what she dreamed she'd be when she was a little girl.

Our short time together doesn't allow for those intimacies.

"What are you thinking about?" She props herself onto her elbow to look at me. The sheet falls off her chest, exposing one perfect breast.

"I was thinking that I wish we didn't live so far away from each other."

She smiles sadly, and our eyes meet. If circumstances were different, I could get lost in those eyes. I could take her out properly and get to know her, discover what makes her laugh and what makes her sad.

"But we do live far apart," she says wistfully.

There's nothing we can do about it. We'll never know if this could have been something more than a weekend of great sex.

Her finger traces the outline of her breast and I watch, hypnotized, as she twists her nipple in her fingertips. The nipple hardens under her touch, and she gasps at the sensation.

My cock twitches, and I give in to Stella. I give in to the weekend fling and the great sex. This will be our last time together, and I want it to mean something.

My hands slide under the sheets and over her hips. The skin is smooth and soft, and I love the feel of her under my palms. My body presses against hers, and we kiss long and slow while my hands run over her body.

My lips move to her neck and throat, and I shuffle down the bed to trail kisses over her chest. One hand slides up her back while the other cups her breast as I kiss every part of her soft skin. My tongue flicks her nipples and she arches her back, moaning softly.

I'm going to miss her perfect breasts that have been emblazoned on my brain ever since I walked in on her in the shower. I take my time, committing every detail to memory. The soft pink of the aureola, the texture of her nipple under my tongue, the scent of soap and perspiration and something uniquely Stella.

I move down her body, kissing every part of her soft belly until I come to her downy mound. My hands run up her thighs, sticky from our nighttime antics. I kiss the tops of her thighs as I trace a slow path to the place between her legs.

Stella parts her thighs, and I move into the space between. She gasps as my mouth closes around her. Her musky scent fills my senses and I commit it to memory along with her taste, wondering if I'll ever taste anything so sweet again.

"Will…" she gasps as my tender kisses reach her most sensitive place. I cast my eyes upward, and Stella is propped up on her elbows watching me. Our eyes lock and I kiss her pussy slowly, giving it the same attention as I have the rest of her glorious body.

My tongue flicks inside, and her eyes roll backwards in pleasure. She cries out, and I commit the sound to memory too. I wish I could bottle this moment up and take it home.

But I can't, and so I keep kissing and licking and sucking slowly and gently until Stella's writhing on the bed moaning my name.

Her hands tangle in my hair, and she moves her hips to ride over my tongue until finally she falls over the edge. Her pussy pulses on my tongue as the climax seizes her body.

I wait for her to come down, then I slide up the bed. She looks at me with dreamy, satisfied eyes, and I could get used to that look.

"That was incredible," Stella gasps.

Her thighs open, and I nestle between them. Our eyes lock, and I pause. This is the first time we've made love like this, on the bed locked together and facing each other.

It's intimate, and I like it.

With our gaze locked, I slide my tip into her. Stella gasps, and her expression turns needy.

But I want to take my time here too. I kiss her swollen lips and run my hands over her cheek as I push deeper, until she has all of me inside of her.

My body shudders a sigh of relief that it's found its home.

Emotion rumbles inside my chest and I kiss her harder, showing with my body what I can't express in words. What I have no right to express.

I want to tell her that she's smart and funny, and I wish this was more. But what's the point? We both know this is just for the weekend. There's no way we could make it work even if we wanted to.

Instead, I kiss her hard and show her with my body that she's come to mean more to me than a weekend fling.

Her legs wrap around my back and I thrust deeper, watching how every movement lights her up. We rock and sway and take our time. I kiss every part of her I can reach, her throat, her breasts, her neck, and always coming back to her lips.

"Will, I'm going to…"

Her eyes find mine, and they're wild with the force of the orgasm building inside her. Our gazes lock, and she's sexy and vulnerable and beautiful .

Her pussy contracts and she cries out, and watching Stella come undone sends me over the edge.

"Stella…"

I explode into her with a force the makes me cry out her name. I give her everything I've got, my emotions pouring out of me and into her.

The climax lasts for a long time, and when it finishes, I don't want this moment to end. I stay inside her as I roll to the side, pulling her into my arms and planting kisses on the tiger tattoo.