“Stay here with me, I promise I will be a good girl.”
She playfully slid down to her knees in front of him and blinked at him a few times, channeling the innocent little girl inside.
“Give up something else please, please baby? Meat, liquor, TV, tweeting, or something else besides me, please?”
He looked down at her, his lips curling into a sly grin. His strong jawline was only accentuated by that look of pleasure at her deprivation. He knows how much she loves to trace her fingers up and down from his chin to his ears to his soft lips. When they lay together, it always ends with her twisting her fingers in the soft brown curls punctuating the lines she loves so much.
“If you have to do this, just please, please don’t forget about me?”
She gazed intently into his eyes, as she rested on her legs now. His smile turned downward and his brow turned prominent. He unzipped his pants. She drew in a breath and waited, wondering if this meant he was going to stay.
“Make me not forget you right now!” He commanded.
She turned inward for a moment. Thoughts of inadequacy, fear, and elation at the opportunity danced in her head.
He stepped forward.
She turned away from him, questioning her next move. What could she do differently, she already would have done anything he asked? The moment confused her, “I don’t think I can’t make you remember me, just go.”
He gave her another chance by stepping a little closer to her. He was now stroking his gorgeous cock, looking down at her. She looked up, peering at him over her shoulder, a smile crossed her lips. A heady waft of that intoxicating mix of soap, sweat, and Him drifted through her nostrils.
She knew what she had to do.
Thoughts of the next 40 days or forever without that smell, without tracing that jawline, it made her cringe, her stomach ached. But the only question on her mind at that moment was how could he live that long without her smell?
She stood up, glanced back at him momentarily, and walked out the door.