Chapter 13 - Samantha

I can't stop looking at the clock. It's past seven and I've been pacing my room waiting for Simon to show up. My stomach drops, what if he had to leave already? What if he had to go straight from the meeting this morning and I didn't get to say goodbye. Just as my mind begins to spiral a loud knock at the door startles me.

I walk over and open the door to Simon still in his full combat gear with a large duffle bag in his hand. 

My lip wobbles, "Do you have to go now?" 

"No baby, I just wanted to bring it with me so I can spend these last few hours with you and head out from here, that's what took me so long." 

He walks in and drops the bag at the door shutting it behind him. Simon lifts off his mask, throwing it on top of the bag and stalking towards me. 

"Come here baby, I need you," Simon reaches me and wraps his arms around my middle pulling me close. 

I reach up on my tiptoes pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Simon takes control, kissing me harder, he growls against my lips, "Baby, I need more" and lifts me carrying me to my bedroom. 

His firm hands grip my ass cheeks squeezing them and I hope it bruises, I need the reminder he was really here. He kicks the door open and lays me on the bed. We both start to undress frantically tearing off our clothes unwilling to break apart afraid that if we do our time will be over. Simon leans back on his heels, his hands roam my naked body spreading my legs and taking hold of his hard cock. He gently stokes his shaft and I can't help myself but lick my lips. Simon leans forward lining himself up with my entrance before leaning down to kiss me, nudging his cock inside of me slowly. I moan into his mouth as he stretches me, filling me completely. Simon starts to gently thrust inside of me and I feel my orgasm building instantly. Simon leans into me and I bite down against his shoulder giving him the encouragement to fuck me harder. And he does. He thrusts inside me harder and faster and I grip onto him desperate not to let go. I wrap my legs around his middle and he fucks me like a savage. My orgasm crashes into me and I arch my back against him. Simon groans as my pussy clenches around him, rippling against his cock as my orgasm rolls in wave after wave. 

He doesn't relent, leaning back to wrap his hands around my throat. I look up at him and bite my lip as he fucks me rough, an orgasm building rapidly. 

"Si, Si, I'm going to," I manage to choke out before Simon squeezes my throat tighter fucking me with such force the bed slams against the wall. My orgasm hits me and Simon releases his grip, his cock jerking inside of me as he comes too. 

Simon leans forward resting his hands above me on the headboard. I look up to him and he smiles down at me. 

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" he chuckles, pulling himself out of me and laying down beside me. 

The bed dips and it forces me to roll into him. He wraps his arms around me pulling me closer. My head nestles into his chest and I want to stay like this forever.

I must have fallen asleep against Simon's chest because I suddenly wake when I no longer feel his warmth beside me. I sit up, panicked, hoping he hadn't left without saying goodbye. I take a deep sigh of relief as I see him sitting at my table lacing up his boots. A small lamp in the corner of the room casts a warm glow onto him. He looks up to me and his eyes seem just as sad as mine. My heart aches. 

"Simon," I whisper "I'm not going to tell you not to go but please, please just come back to me," I look up to him as the tears pour. 

I desperately try to hold them back but it's no use. My shoulders shake and my breath catches like a burning lump of coal in my throat. Simon walks towards me and drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around my middle pulling me into an embrace. I wrap my arms around his neck desperately - I don't want to let go. I want to stay like this forever. 

Simon taps me gently on my back, signaling that it's time. I unravel myself from him noticing I've left puddles of tears on his shoulder. He stands but not before kissing me gently on top of my head. I want to tell him I love him but the words won't come out. Simon pulls his mask over his face and heads to the door, grabbing his helmet and bag from the table. His hand hovers at the door handle as if he doesn't want to leave any more than I want him to leave. 

Simon opens the door after what feels like a lifetime and steps out, turning to me one last time, "I'll come home to you baby, I promise." 

And with that, he shuts the door and I can't hold it in anymore. My breathing hitches, tears pour and I curl up into a ball at the foot of the bed.