“You’re gonna make me cum too!” Cain’s head flew back, and a primal roar echoed in his throat.
Cain’s thrusts were so hard it was like a hammer slamming into my body, but each one felt amazing. He erupted inside me and ropes of sticky cum filled my pussy. My orgasm was at the peak, but it wasn’t done. Feeling him explode drove me straight into a second orgasm—one that was even more powerful than the first. They stacked on top of each other like two drums beating inside me at the same time. The pleasure was so intense that I thought I was going to pass out. Cain continued thrusting until his balls were drained and the spasms started to subside. He leaned forward and kissed me. Just when I thought the afterglow of my orgasm was going to consume me, his hips started moving again.
“Oh god!” I moaned—I was extremely sensitive after my orgasm, but it still felt good.
“I told you once wasn’t enough.” He leaned back from our kiss and his thrusts got faster.
Cain drove himself into me until I erupted in bliss again. Our bodies felt like they were seared together from the heat and intensity. My next orgasm came when bliss consumed him for the second time, and he unloaded inside me. He gave me a longer break after that, but he never pulled himself free. His lips ravaged my neck, breasts and lips until he was throbbing and ready to take his third trip to paradise.
“How do you have anything left?” I groaned, but a smile formed on the corner of my lips.
“You’ve been teasing me for over a month.” He chuckled under his breath. “I intend to make up for all of it tonight—you said your roommate is out for the evening, right?”
“I don’t think she’ll be back, but we should probably relocate to the bedroom just in case.” I exhaled sharply.
“One more out here—then we’ll go to the bedroom.” He nodded and picked up the pace.
I definitely wasn’t a virgin anymore. I was on the cusp of true pleasure with a full understanding of how amazing sex could be with the perfect man. Cain was definitely that—he was everything I needed and more. I would always belong to him—long after the sun came up—long after I took my trip to New York and chased my dreams. Distance would pull us apart, but love would keep us together. Nothing could get in the way of that.
“I love you Chloe.” Cain leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear. “You’ve stolen every bit of my heart.”
“I love you too.” I exhaled sharply—my words followed by a moan.
Cain and I continued to express that love even after our bodies were exhausted and we finally made it to the bedroom. He held me in his arms as we lay in bed, but neither of us had any intention of sleeping. It was just the calm before the storm raged again. I felt safe with him, and I knew I would miss him so much that my heart ached when I finally had to say goodbye, but there was no way that goodbye would be permanent. Neither of us were going to let that happen.
Three months later
“You’re leaving for how long?” Abby put her hands on her hips and struck a defiant pose in front of the door.
“Abby, we’ve talked about this. I’ll be back, but I’m going to spend a couple of weeks in New York with Chloe.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Stop blocking the door.” Bridget walked over and nudged her daughter. “You know he’s coming back.”
“Take me with you. I want to see Chloe too.” Abby pushed her lips out in a pout.
“Sorry, not this time. Maybe during the summer when you’re out of school.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “If you do what your mother says and pack everything in your room before the movers get here tomorrow.”
“Fine.” She dropped her hands and her face relaxed. “I’ll miss you, Uncle Cain. Don’t forget about me when you get to New York. I want a souvenir”
“I’m not going to forget you.” I rolled my eyes and hugged my niece.
I say goodbye to Bridget and Abby, then rolled my suitcase out the front door. Everything that wasn’t in my suitcase was packed, ready to be moved into our new place. Bridget’s new job was going very well, and she had already found a nice place to rent that was in a better school district. Even that was temporary because she was saving up to buy a house and hoped to be able to shop for a house when her lease was up.
As painful as it was to say goodbye to Abby for a couple of weeks, I knew a longer goodbye would be coming at some point. I had already decided that Chloe was my future. I was going to marry her one day—when the time was right. We had plenty of time to figure that out. I was just looking forward to seeing her. The first night we shared together was incredible, and we only had a month together after that before she had to leave. The long distance thing was hard, but we found ways to spice it up—especially when she sent me pictures to remind me what was waiting on me in New York once I got a chance to take my first vacation.
Cain: Heading to the airport now! I miss you!
Chloe: I miss you too. I bought something sexy for tonight—even better than what I wore on Valentine’s Day.
Cain: I don’t know if that’s possible, but I can’t wait to see it.
Chloe: Let me know when your plane lands. :)
One year later
Living in New York all by myself was hard, especially when a piece of my heart was in St. Louis. Cain was able to visit me a few times and I got a chance to return home twice but seeing the man I loved so infrequently was starting to take a toll. I knew it would be hard, and for the first few months, I was distracted by work. I still had that to keep my mind occupied during the day, but when I went home to an empty apartment, I missed Cain so much that my heart ached. Cain was struggling too—and I don’t think either of us were prepared for our first big fight. It started over something stupid, but it escalated from there. We ended the conversation without saying we loved each other—it was the first time that had happened.
I—I don’t want to lose him, but how can we keep doing this forever? We can’t. The long distance thing is just too hard.
“Chloe!” A voice, followed by a knock, roused me from the brink of tears—Cain’s voice—and it was at my front door.
“Cain?” I ran over to the door and pulled it open. “Oh my god! What are you doing in New York?!”
“Fighting for what I want.” He walked into my apartment and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m done with this long distance thing. It’s too fucking hard.”
The fight became a memory in an instant. Cain kissed me and I melted into his arms. He was right. The long distance thing was too hard. There was no way our relationship was going to survive forever running on the fumes of the moments we had together, no matter how much we loved each other. My head was spinning by the time his lips separated from mine.
“I told my boss I’m leaving.” He nodded quickly. “I’m moving here—and…”
Cain pulled back from our embrace and dropped down to one knee. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head when he pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it. It was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. He was proposing! I thought the fight was going to drive him away, but—it just brought us closer together. I fought for the words I needed to say, but all I could do was accept the ring and squeak out a yes when he asked me to be his wife.
“Please tell me you didn’t actually quit your job.” I slid the diamond on my finger and got lost in the sparkle for a moment.
“I—kind of have to.” He started to stand. “I’m not going to have a long distance marriage.”
“No—you don’t have to quit.” I shook my head back and forth. “I talked to Mr. Cardinal this morning. He’s going to let me relocate to the St. Louis office.”
“What!?” Cain took a step back, practically reeling in shock. “Seriously!?”
“Yes!” I nodded quickly.
“That’s—amazing.” He hugged me tight.
Cain and I got married shortly after my transfer to St. Louis went through. Bridget was my Maid of Honor and Abby was the most beautiful flower girl in the world—and ring bearer—and I�
�m pretty sure she thought she was my second Maid of Honor too. She was about to have another title soon—cousin. We hadn’t broken the news to anyone yet, but I was pregnant when I said my vows. Cain was so excited to become a father that he broke down in tears the day I told him. If the way he was with Abby was any indication, our child was going to be spoiled rotten, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. As long as we had each other, we could make anything work.
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