Beginnings

The Last Morning

~18+ Warnings: Reference to sex, slight foreplay. ~

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My eyes flutter open, I scan the bed to look for the body that sleeps with me but the bed is empty. That's weird, I turn; now I have a view of the en-suite bathroom and find my man putting on his tie. He looks over at me and a warm smile takes over his face. All I can think about is how hot he looks and that one of his other ties bound my wrists last night.

"Good Morning cupcake," he says walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed, he kisses me on the forehead.

I stretch my hands above my head and as I do the sheet covering my breasts lower. My nipples harden due to the cold breeze coming from the open doors leading to the deck and not the sexy man sitting beside my bed. I watch his eyes gravitate towards them. His hand cups a breast and he rubs circles on my nipple with his thumb.

"Mmm," a moan slips out of me.

"Don't," he says gruffly his pupils darkening with lust.

I smack his hand away "Then don't touch me like that," I say pulling the covers up. He chuckles.

"I'll be back by 12 then we can cook lunch together, k?" He asks.

"Yes, sir," I say. He leans in and takes my mouth, in a deep sensual kiss, before it can get to groping he pulls away, I pout as soon as his lips leave mine.

"I have to go, baby, love you," he says, getting up and putting his laptop in his briefcase.

"Bye, love you, finish your meeting fast and get your edible butt home. So you can render my legs useless for the rest of the month," I say.

"You have the weirdest and most creative ways of saying goodbye, goodbye cupcake," he says chuckling as he walks out of the room. I hear the front door click shut and then I'm alone. Only I didn't know then, that, that was goodbye forever. The memory washes over me and fresh tears form. I'll never get to spend a morning like that again, I'll never get to feel that passion, that warmth, and that love. All I'll ever have of him are his belongings, photos and memories of when I had my love with me. I am empty, broken and numb. Engulfed in his favourite sweater, I spend another day curled up on the bed, leafing through all the memories we made in the past three years we were together. Wishing never to leave this bed and wishing he never leaves my heart or my head, because that is all I have left of him.