The ashes we left behind

Chapter 14

I turn back to balcony and look at Connor. I shake my head as if I wanted to sweep away all the ideas that came to his mind about me.

"I was... I needed", I mumble. "I needed some air."

"Isn't the balcony enough for you?" he asks, suspicious.

"It is. I... I just need something bigger like the street."

"But why didn't you leave from the door."

I take a deep breath, pretending to be ready to confess something important. "Every time I want to go somewhere; you want someone to come with me. All I want it to stay alone. Just for a moment... But you know, what? I don't feel like going out anymore."

He doesn't speak.

"I prefer to stay with you", I say, walking toward him.

We don't break our eye contact for what seems like an eternity until he kisses me.

"Don't you have your periods?" he asks.

"We can kiss; you know?"

"I know. It's just that yesterday-

I interrupt him by continuing to kiss him. Then, I take him to the bed. The computer is hidden between some clothes in the drawer. So, I let him lay on the bed. I put myself astride of him so I can first take the jacket then the tank top off.

I lay my chest on Connor's and continue to kiss him as he opens the staple of my bras. He helps me remove them.

If I wasn't thinking of the bookshop, I would have enjoyed this moment. Unfortunately, Connor came at the wrong time. And as they say, 'right person, wrong moment."

I'm stuck between my desire to continue and my duty to get rid of him. I decide to do both.

After removing his t-shirt, I run my mouth slowly along his bare chest until I arrive to the bottom, making sure he feels every second. I quickly open the buttons of his pants before taking them away. I do the same with his boxer. He is already moaning.

My tongue begins to play around his large member. I do it steadily so he can feel every second of it. His voice gets louder and louder. The moment I feel like it's the right, I put my mouth around it. I don't hurry when I go from up to bottom. He groans.

"Faster", he begs.

Too focused, I don't listen to him. And since men can't handle patience, he puts his hand on my hair and starts to pull and push until I suck his penis in a speed that fits him. He continues. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down till the final pleasure where I start to sense a liquid pour into my mouth.