3 BOOK BUNDLE "Her Last Love Affair", "Her Last Love Affair: Breathing Without You" AND "Her Last Love Affair: The Final Journey" (18 page)

The tip of his member moved once again up and down the
length of her outer lips, teasing her clitoris, before moving back down to her
opening. “Oh, yeah,” he mumbled, pushing his hips forward slowly. He slid back
and forth, warming her up to him and each time delving a little deeper.

Allie’s head flopped listlessly forwards, and her eyes
clamped shut as she moaned which each push of his hips. She whimpered, trying
to part her legs further, but having stretched the panties to their limit, she
could manage no more.

Gradually, Jack slipped deep inside her, releasing a shaky
exhalation as his hips met her ass and he could go no further. “Yes,” he
hissed.

“Ahh,” Allie cried, her face lifting as she felt him fill
her completely. “Jack,” she wailed, her hands slipping out in front of her.

Jack held himself still, enjoying the feel of her softness
and warmth, while he used his right hand to trace patterns on the flawless skin
at her back.  However, eventually, the drive to move was too great and he began
to jerk his hips. He attempted to stroke back and forth in smooth movements,
but his breath would catch and his hips would suddenly lunge forwards or pull
back further than he’d expected.

Not that Allie was aware of Jack’s struggle. She was
reveling in the feel of his hard shaft, and the way his masculine hands moved
over her. Bracing herself on just her right arm, she slipped the fingers of her
left hand between her legs and began to stroke her engorged clitoris, which was
crying out to be touched. She rubbed gently at first, and increased the
pressure and speed as Jack began to pick up his momentum. After years of
practice in masturbation, it took little time to reach climax and as she panted
and moaned her release, the strength on her right arm gave out and she flopped
forwards.

Jack quickly looped an arm around her waist, keeping her ass
at his hips, as he thrust once, “Ugh.” Twice, “Oh, yeah!” Three more times,
“Holy shit.” Before a grunt of release signaled he’d reached his own orgasm.

Breathing Without You

A
llie remained flat out on the rug for some time,
exactly how long, she’d never be able to say. Her breathing was coming
rampantly and the residual tingles from her orgasm were rolling through her
like the aftershocks of an earthquake, so she guessed it hadn’t been long. And
yet, despite the climax and its lingering sensations, she didn’t feel the sense
of relaxation that normally came with sexual release.

“Hey, you all right?” Jack eventually asked, releasing her
and slipping from her sex, before throwing himself onto his back by her side.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” she replied, forcing a smile for him.

“So, what’s up?” he continued. “I mean,” he added, “unless
I’m very much mistaken, you enjoyed that.”

“Yeah,” she confirmed, the uncomfortable fake smile still
plastered on her lips. “I did.”

Forcing himself onto his side, Jack rested his elbow on the
floor and propped his head on his hand as he peered down at her. “So...” he
urged. “What is wrong?”

“I’ve...umm,” she began, her breathing beginning to ease.
“I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“Okay,” he offered, extending his free hand and laying it on
the small of her back.

His touch reminded her that she still hadn’t moved, and she
used her hands to slowly push herself from the floor. Turning, she settled on
her butt and looked down at him. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“There’s no need,” he insisted, sitting up, crossing his
legs and sliding the condom off his flaccid shaft. He tied a knot in the latex,
before dropping it onto the rug. “Your mind wasn’t elsewhere at the time, was
it?” he queried, a knowing smile suggesting that he didn’t actually require an
answer.

Allie provided him with one anyway. “No,” she sighed. “No,
you were the only thing on my mind.”

“Good,” he nodded, a satisfied grin brightening his whole
face.

“Anyway,” she mumbled, suddenly feeling very cold and
crossing her arms over her bare breasts. “Umm, do you mind if I take a shower?”

“No problem,” he replied instantly, leaping to his feet with
a sudden burst of energy. Not making any attempt to conceal his nudity, he
confidently walked to the threshold of his bedroom and pointed to his left.
“Second door,” he indicated.

Forcing herself to her feet, Allie wasn’t quite as
comfortable in her state of undress and awkwardly pulled her panties back up.
She noticed as she did so that they had been stretched beyond being much use as
underwear. Nevertheless, they’d provide her with some dignity while she made
her way to Jack’s bathroom. She passed him, noting that he didn’t step back,
forcing her to brush against him as she exited the room. Something that should
have brought forth another frisson of excitement and arousal, but didn’t.
“Thank you,” she muttered, not meeting his eyes as she hurried down the
corridor to the room he’d pointed out.

***

Once she’d washed and got her clothes, minus her thong, back
on Allie was in a hurry to get out of Jack’s apartment. He tried to convince
her to stay the night, but nothing could tempt her. She needed to be alone with
her thoughts; to try to work out why she wasn’t able to find any kind of
satisfaction from sex. No, she told herself as she climbed into a cab and gave
the driver her address, it was worse than not getting any satisfaction from
sex. She felt completely empty.

During the trip back to her place, she stared out the window
and watched the tiny droplets of rain that began to fall from the sky. She
wasn’t sure whether the vacuum she felt in her lower abdomen could ever be
filled. She suspected that another fling certainly wasn’t going to do it. This
time, unlike her night with Patrick, she couldn’t blame it on how quickly it
had been over nor could she claim that her thoughts had drifted to Reece.
Throughout the encounter, she’d been unable to think of anything other than
Jack. So, why didn’t she feel better? Why didn’t she feel the sense of freedom
and liberation that had come after her other encounters?

“Here we go,” the driver said, applying the brakes and
pulling to a gradual stop outside Allie’s building. “That’ll be 15.20,” he
announced.

She quickly handed him a twenty dollar bill, told him to
keep the change and climbed out of the car. She dashed from the sidewalk to the
building’s front doors, pushing open the heavy glass and shaking the water
droplets from her face. Glancing up at the large clock above the elevators, she
saw that it was 1:40 am, she’d spent almost two hours at Jack’s, at least three
quarters of that was spent having sex with him. Funny, she thought, it seemed
to pass much quicker.

The elevator call button illuminated when she pushed it, but
she was still forced to wait while the car slowly made its way down to her. She
was close to leaving it and taking the stairs, when the doors finally whirred
open.

“You’re an idiot,” she mumbled angrily to herself. She
sensed that she’d been looking for comfort in the wrong places, she was also
aware that the luster of casual sex had probably worn off for her. What had
seemed like a great buzz initially, now seemed rather pointless. What was sex
without some kind of emotional attachment?

She watched the numbers on the top of the elevator car, make
their steady way to her floor. Exiting, she breathed a heavy sigh and reached
into her purse for her keys. Not really looking where she was going, she
stepped down the familiar hallway, able to avoid the large plant pots through
memory alone. It was only when her fingers wrapped tightly around her key chain
and slipped it out of her bag, then she looked up. And she was astonished by
what she saw.

Outside her front door, sitting on the ground, with his back
against the wall, was Reece. His head was dropped forward, his knees lifted
towards his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs. He must have sensed her
approach rather than heard her, because as Allie came to a surprised stop, he
glanced up. He found her with unfocused eyes and a weary half-smile.

“Hey, Al,” he greeted her excitedly, struggling with
uncoordinated limbs to his feet.

Allie had never seen him drunk. In fact, when she had known
him, he wasn’t much of a drinker at all. The odd beer now and again or a wine
with dinner, but he definitely had no previous form for drowning his sorrows.
“Reece,” she mumbled, struggling to speak his name. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” he responded simply.

Allie tried again, “Why are you waiting for me?”

“Because you’re not at home,” he reasoned, his right hand
making a fist and knocking on her front door.

If Allie had ever wondered, at least that answered the
question of what kind of drunk Reece would make: a silly one. She rolled her
eyes. “We’re just going around in circles like this,” she said, placing her
index finger to her lips, to hush him, as he continued to knock at her door.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Umm,” he hesitated, before checking his watch. “It’s a
quarter till two,” he told her, beaming as though he believed he’d been very
helpful.

“Oh, Reece,” she sighed, staring at the ceiling in despair.
“You can’t be here. We agreed, remember?”

“Yep,” he nodded. “I know,” he added swaying unsteadily, and
propping himself against the wall. “But the thing is, we never really did
agree.”

His voice was getting louder and Allie was concerned about
disturbing her neighbors, so shushing him with another gesture of her finger,
she moved toward the door. Hurriedly, she unlocked it and ushered him inside,
knowing even as she did so, that it would be something she’d regret later. “Sit
down,” she encouraged.

“Thanks,” he nodded, moving unbalanced to the couch and
dropping himself into it.

Closing the door, she locked it, and then chucked her purse
and keys onto the side table. “Listen,” she told him, speaking the words over
her shoulder. “Why don’t you stay there for the night. Get some sleep and then
we can talk in the morning maybe.”

“No,” he insisted, shaking his head determinedly. “I’ve been
waiting for you for three hours, I have to talk to you now.”

“Reece,” Allie sighed, turning to face him. “It’s late and I
don’t think either of us are in the right frame of mind to talk.”

Reece was still shaking his head, as he pushed himself
forward and stood up. “We don’t have to talk,” he informed her, his right hand
moving of its own volition to her face and stroking the hair off her cheek.

Allie instantly jumped back. “Please don’t do that,” she
mumbled, stepping back until she came into contact with the wall.

“Look,” he said, clearing his throat in an attempt to
compose himself. He gave her the space she needed remaining still in the middle
of the room. However, he didn’t take his eyes from her and he wasn’t willing to
let the subject lie. “I know you’ve probably been with someone else tonight.”

Allie opened her mouth to reply, but the words stuck in her
throat. What could she say, ‘yes’?

 “I don’t know who he is or whether he means anything to
you,” Reece added calmly, taking a small step toward her. “But I do know that
he doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Meeting his eyes, the pupils of which were dilated, Allie
shook her head. “You’ve been drinking, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“For the first time in my life, I do know what I’m saying,”
he countered. When she didn’t baulk, he took another tiny step forwards and
then another and another, until he was finally no more than a foot in front of
her. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said softly, his voice heavy and
thick due to the alcohol he’d consumed. “And you know what I’ve discovered?” he
asked rhetorically. “I don’t want to stop thinking about you.”

Allie found it difficult to swallow. All she could do was
look up into the face that loomed over her and studied her eyes, as though he
could read every thought that had ever drifted across her mind. And then,
painfully slowly, his face was drawing closer to hers. Allie knew that she
should walk away or, at the very least, tell him to stop, but she couldn’t.
Instead, she continued to gaze deep into his bright, twinkling blue eyes. For a
moment, her focus darted down to his lips and that seemed to be all the
invitation he needed.

Reece closed the small gap between them quickly, covering
her mouth with his own and kissing her passionately.

Surrendering to the sensation, Allie felt herself melt back
into the wall. His arms snaking around her waist and tugging her against his
firm chest was the only thing that kept her standing. She whimpered as he
sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and began nibbling gently. Her breath
began to come in hurried pants, as she coaxed her tongue into his mouth and
across the beer flavored roof of his mouth. Her hands shot out, grasping his
head and fisting into the light brown hair she found there.

His need for her was growing and in a bid to find more
satisfying contact with her body, he scooped her up and swung her around.
Keeping his arms tightly wrapped around her, his mouth refused to leave hers,
as he gently walked her backwards.

When the backs of Allie’s legs met the arm of the couch, she
expected him to stop, but he either didn’t realize or was too carried away and
continued to push against her. She toppled back along the length of the couch
and he landed on top of her in tangled mess of limbs. It was only then that
their mouths abruptly broke apart. “Reece,” she said, breathing heavily. “We
can’t do this.”

His chest heaving against hers, one leg nestled between her
thighs and the other brushing against her right leg, Reece struggled to
reconcile her words with the position they had found themselves in. “I don’t
care,” he said shaking his head, before silencing her with another deep,
frenzied kiss.

Allie savored it, knowing that it might well be their last,
before she gently slipped her hands between their bodies and pushed on his
chest. “Hmm,” she mumbled, as he reluctantly pulled his lips from hers. “You
know that it’s impossible for us to be together.”

“No, I don’t,” he urgently whispered, rolling towards the
back of the couch to take some of his weight off her. “You keep saying that,
but it doesn’t mean it’s true.”

“Re-”

“We can be together,” he continued, refusing to allow her to
interrupt him. “Okay,” he admitted, lifting his left hand and running it
through his hair, the way he always did when he was anxious or frustrated. “We
don’t know how long you’ve got.” The words were like bile in his throat and he
tossed them out quickly, as though that would somehow make them easier to say.
“But however long that is, we can spend it together.”

Allie’s bottom lip trembled, as she fought back tears, “I
don’t want to hurt you,” she admitted, as a single tear zigzagged its way down
her right cheek.

Leaning forward, Reece captured the teardrop with his lips
just before it rolled off her jaw. “Then let me spend the rest of your life
with you,” he pleaded, staring into her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked quietly,
sounding like a lost little girl.

He took a deep breath before, responding with a question of
his own. “Do you love me?”

Allie’s voice cracked as she offered a watery, “Yes.”

“Well,” he sighed, smiling. “I love you, too,” he announced
solemnly. “I love you more than anything in the world. I can’t bear the thought
that I’m not spending every moment that I can with you.”

Silent tears were streaming down Allie’s face, as she
absorbed the sentiment. It was, without doubt, the most romantic thing anyone
had ever said to her, and she realized she wouldn’t have wanted it to have come
from any other man. She also knew that he meant it. A bit drunk he might have
been, but she’d never known him to be more sincere. “So, what are we going to
do?” she blubbed, running a hand through his hair and gripping the back of his
neck tightly.