Moon of Misfortunes

19*

I lean back into Rubio's chest, sighing contently. The vanilla bubbles engulf our shoulders. He leans down, kissing and sucking on my neck, causing the bubbles around us to stir. The skin on my neck prickles pleasantly.

"Your old mark is almost gone," he breaths out.

"I know, I saw earlier," I grin, twisting around to see him better. He looks unbelievably gorgeous in the fullness of the bathroom light. My eyes flick down to his mouth, causing him to smirk.

"Careful, baby," he warns, his fingers reaching out to grip my chin. "Now that I've had you, I can't get enough."

He leans forward and kisses me slowly. I turn completely toward him, pressing my chest against his, and steady myself by gripping the tops of his shoulders as I deepen the kiss.

For a moment, I wish I could stay like this forever, but the reality of our situation intrudes, reminding that my forever ends tomorrow. The thought brings an instant frown to my face. We've been dancing around the harsh truth all night, and honestly, for most of the time we've been together. I pull away, feeling as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown on me.

I shake my head before leaning away from him. My back rests against the opposite side of the tub.

"I hope you get enough tonight," I huff out. "We won't have a future. Not after tomorrow."

He growls, his eyes darkening at the reminder. A brief silence falls around us, both of us weighing our options. Finally, I come to the conclusion that I don't care about tomorrow anymore. I just want to enjoy my time with Rubio, whether that time is limited or not. 

"Fuck it," I scoff. "I don't want to think about tomorrow anymore." 

He reaches out, grabbing my arms, and he wrenches me into him. He plants a hot, desperate kiss against me for a few seconds before deepening the kiss. I feel his erection throb against my lower stomach. Instinctively, I move to straddle him. I lazily roll my hips, creating a moment of friction across the entire length of his cock.

He breaks our kiss, throwing his head back. I kiss the base of his neck. He swallows thickly in response, causing his Adam's apple to bob. He grips my hips roughly as he pulls me down onto him, making the friction more intense. I bite back a moan. His head moves up as his eyes lock on mine. 

"Do you trust me?" he whispered, his eyes searching mine. I furrowed my eyebrows, not fully understanding his question. I stopped moving against him.

"Of course I do," I said, frowning a little, disappointed that he would ever question that. "Why are you asking?"

He shook his head and then smiled widely, his teeth showing as his eyes squinted with genuine joy. He laughed softly as he caressed my shoulder blades, pulling me into a warm embrace.

"I know you're scared for tomorrow, but just know I always have your back. Trust me."

"Thanks, but I'm more worried about tonight," I said with a grin, pulling away from his embrace.

"What's wrong about tonight?" he asked, looking concerned. I start rocking myself against him in response. He groans, snapping me back against his chest. I lean close to his ear. 

"I'm worried about trusting you to satisfy a dying woman's wish," I whisper out, my voice raspy. I can feel my eyes darkening slightly. My mind starts racing with fantasies about him fucking me hard and raw. 

"And what's that," he bites back.

"I've never had sex in a tub," I whisper out, hearing in draw in a long breath.