Met by Coincidence...Separated by Destiny...

Suprise Visit...

Hero's Point of View...

Having Jo wrapped around my body, my hands all over her naked, flushed skin, that's a dream come true. I missed her past couple of months when we were not together and I know it was all my fault. It was because of me we had to part ways. Now, that I have her back in my life, I don't plan to leave her ever.

But, I don't miss the fact that Jo doesn't say that she loves me when I tell her I love her. I get that she needs time. I just don't understand how long.

We make love and I can feel that she does love me. I can feel that every time she touches me. Every time her warm, welcoming lips lock with mine, every time we kiss, every time I kiss her nipples and she moans when I do that, her moans have my name, and every time she takes my name, I know she loves me. Every time she wraps her mouth across my dick, when her lips touch the skin of my cock, and I bury my fingers into her blond locks, pushing my cock more into her mouth, and she gulps and gags, I know she loves me. Every time the tip of my cock traces the wet skin of her pussy before I push myself into her and the shade of her eyeball changes, I know she loves me. Every time the thrust of my cock pushes her over the edge and I see with my own eyes, what I can do to her body, I know she loves me.

I don't need her words, her actions say enough. I don't need her words to validate her love for me; every time she looks at me with her eyes with nothing but love, I know she loves me.

But then there is a small part of my heart that wants her to know how much I love her, so I let that part of my heart speak for me, and every time we are together, I tell her how much I love her. That piece of my heart asks her words to validate her love for me. Hoping if she tells me the three magical words then everything in my life will be ok. But she doesn't. Every time I confess my love to her, she tries to avoid the subject. Which is a bit frustrating.

I need a distraction, and sitting in my room, going through the gameplays Coach has emailed, does no good because everywhere I look I see Jo. So, I shut down my laptop and walked to my wardrobe to pull out my gym bag. A Couple of hours of gym will let me let out some of my frustration as steam. I message Jo on my way out letting her know that I will be in the gym if she decides to come back early from her lectures.

Walking to the elevator seems like a mile-long walk as my mind keeps going back to Jo and what she did today in the shower. She finger fucked my ass. Never in my wildest dream I thought that I would ever be finger fucked by a girl and to top it off, it will feel so good to be fucked for once. I have finger fucked so many girls in my life, best one has to be Jo. And now, Jo has finger fucked me. Damn, she is good. I have always liked it when the girls I am with take control during sex but watching Jo turn into a vixen and ride the ropes during sex is a euphoria I can't describe in words. She has been more confident than before, and as much as I love it, I have no courage or appetite to know from where she is getting such courage. She wants sex, and I want to give her that, but with every second I spend with Jo, my questions for her increase.

I press the fourth-floor button once inside the elevator and sigh in comfort when I see it's empty. With my preoccupied thoughts about Jo and my semi-rigid cock bulging out of my gym shorts, I am in no mood to share even a public space with someone. The Elevator reaches the fourth floor and I step out to enter the gym. The hotel has a nice gym facility which also comes with a sauna to relax after gym. I never tried the sauna facility before so I do plan to try it out today. I remove my training jacket and start my routine in my gym shorts and vests. I start with arm exercises, then thighs and finally end my routine with some chest presses. I didn't even realize when hours went by. Jo has been messaging me from time to time and since I want to clear my head, I have been focusing more on my routine rather than on my texts with Jo.