Patience Heart

One Night to Remember Part 2

I returned to his lips, pulling him into another heated kiss, but this time, my hands were busy elsewhere. With deft fingers, I began to unfasten his belt, the soft clink of the buckle echoing in the room. I broke the kiss just enough to catch my breath, my fingers working quickly as I unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down slightly, revealing the soft fabric of his underwear beneath.

Adam's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as I slid my hand beneath the waistband of his underwear, feeling the hardness beneath. A deep groan escaped him, his body reacting instantly to my touch, and the sound made my own desire skyrocket. I traced small circles with my fingers, teasing him, feeling the heat and tension building between us.

"Viola..." he groaned, his voice thick with need, my name escaping his lips in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

I smiled, knowing how much he was enjoying this. It had been so long since I'd heard that sound, the way he said my name when he was completely lost in the moment, and it stirred something deep within me. My body responded to the thought, and as I straddled him, still fully clothed except for the absence of my underwear, I could feel the heat pooling between us.

I settled onto his lap, positioning myself just above him, teasing him with my wetness. I began to move slowly, my hips grinding against him, not yet allowing him inside me but making sure he could feel the full effect of the anticipation. Adam groaned again, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I continued to tease him with each slow, deliberate movement.

His breath came in ragged gasps, and I could feel him struggling to hold back, to let me take the lead. His eyes met mine, and there was a wild hunger in them, a look that told me he was barely holding on.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

I leaned in close, pressing my lips to his ear. "That's the plan," I whispered back, a playful smile on my lips.

But I couldn't hold back any longer. Slowly, I reached down and guided him to the entrance of my body, feeling the pressure as I began to take him in. It had been so long since we had been this close, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. His size, his warmth—it was everything I remembered and more.

At first, it was difficult, my body adjusting to the fullness of him inside me. It's been a while. I bit my lip, concentrating on the sensation, letting myself savor every second of it. Adam's hands gripped my hips tighter, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he tried to hold back, to let me set the pace.

"Viola..." His voice was strained, full of need. "I don't know how much longer I can hold on."

I placed my hand on his chest, leaning forward slightly. "Let me lead," I whispered, my voice breathless with the intensity of the moment.

With that, I began to move, slowly at first, my hips rocking gently against his as we found a rhythm together. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through my body, building with every second. Adam's groans grew louder, his hands urging me on as I moved faster, harder, the sensation intensifying with every thrust. His name escaped my lips in breathless moans as we both reached the point of no return. And when it was too much to bear, he took over and grabbed my bottom, thrusting deeper and harder until we both reached our climax in a burst of passion.

I could feel his warmth filling me, completing our physical connection as we collapsed onto the bed together. Our bodies were tangled, hearts racing in sync, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was this—the closeness, the shared intimacy, the feeling of Adam beside me.

For a few lingering moments, we just lay there, breathing in the stillness. My head rested on his chest, rising and falling with each of his steady breaths, while my own pulse gradually slowed down. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on the bare walls, but there was a certain serenity to the silence. Neither of us said a word, but the weight of what had just happened hung heavily between us.

I shifted slightly, my fingers tracing gentle patterns on Adam's skin, trying to memorize every inch of him. Every scar, every curve. This was our last night together, and I wanted to lock away each moment in my mind, to carry it with me forever.

He held me tighter, almost as if he were afraid to let go, as if releasing me meant acknowledging the inevitable goodbye we both knew was coming. His arms felt like home, and for a fleeting second, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be like if things were different—if he wasn't leaving, if this wasn't the end. But reality had a cruel way of creeping back in, and with it came the reminder that tomorrow, everything would change.

"I'll never forget this night," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I pressed my lips to his chest. "I'll never forget you."

Adam didn't respond immediately, but I felt his body tense slightly beneath me. His hand moved to cradle my face, gently tilting my chin upward so that our eyes met. There was something so raw, so achingly vulnerable in his gaze that it made my chest tighten.

Then, with a gentle but determined motion, Adam shifted, turning his body so that he was now on top of me. His weight pressed against me, grounding us in this intimate moment. I could feel the intensity radiating from him, his breath warm and uneven as he hovered above me. His eyes, usually so strong and assured, now glistened with unshed tears, and the vulnerability in his gaze caught me off guard.

"Viola," he whispered, his voice low, thick with emotion. He cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing over my cheek as though memorizing every inch of me. His lips parted as if to say something, but for a moment, the words didn't come. I could see the struggle, the regret weighing heavy on him.

Then, finally, with a shaky breath, he spoke. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with so much raw emotion that it made my heart ache. His tears, which he had tried so hard to hold back, began to fall. "For everything."

The weight of his apology hung in the air between us, so much left unspoken but understood in the depths of our hearts. I could see the remorse in his eyes—the regret of past mistakes, missed opportunities, and the pain we had both carried.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over, but I refused to let them fall. Not now. Not in this moment. I didn't want our final time together to be drenched in sorrow. I wanted to hold on to this feeling—the warmth of his body, the intensity in his gaze, the way we were connected right now.

With trembling fingers, I reached up, cupping the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The tears I'd been fighting finally escaped, trailing down my cheeks, but I didn't care anymore. I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that was as desperate as it was tender.

Our tears mingled, salty and full of unspoken words, but for that moment, it didn't matter. The world outside this room faded away. All that mattered was this—us, wrapped in each other's arms, our hearts breaking and healing all at once. I kissed him harder, pouring everything I felt into that one moment. It was goodbye, but I didn't want it to feel like one.

Adam's hands slid around my waist, pulling me tighter against him, as if he too didn't want to let go. His lips moved against mine, slow and filled with the same sadness that mirrored my own. We kissed as though this was our last chance to feel each other, to say everything we hadn't with words.

"I love you," I whispered against his lips, my voice breaking as more tears fell. "I always will."