Chapter 85: Hard to Say Goodbye

She moaned out his name in a plea to make her cum. Her sensations held her captive and she was desperate for a release. It felt good, no doubt, but only a release can make her pleasure complete.

Her legs opened wider, revealing all of her to his face. She was sure to come, but Adrian suspended her climax by gently blowing on her clit from time to time, taking a break from licking.

And when he was ready to let her go, he perturbed her clitoris persistently, stimulating it well enough for her peak.

"I'm cumming, Adrian…I'm cumming."

Her climax surged through her body, tears of ecstasy streaming down her cheeks. She serenaded his name in a rhythm of moans that echoed through the room, a fervent refrain of pleasure that showed no signs of waning.

He reclined beside her, an enraptured spectator to her surrender to ecstasy. Her head was pressed into the sheets, her back gracefully arched in a way that showed her strong desire, a portrait of unrestrained desire.

Just when she believed her fervor was subsiding, another wave of pleasure overcame her, an unrelenting wave of ecstasy that left her gasping and breathless.

"Adrian, she called out to him. "I think I'm cumming again. What's happening?"

"You're experiencing multiple orgasms," he said, moving closer to her and placing tiny kisses on her face. "Just relax and let it run its course."

She gazed at him, panic evident in her eyes, but his reassuring look reassured her that everything would be okay. This was an entirely new experience for her, and she followed his guidance.

She stayed there, giving in to the repeated waves of passion that washed over her, surrendering to the intense sensations, each one more intense than the last.

***

"I'm going to Miami next week...for work," Adrian said to her afterwards.

They were still in the suite, but the moment for them to leave was approaching.

She stayed motionless, disappointed that whatever they had lasted too soon.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

"My boss," he began, clearing his throat, "insisted that I go. I've been postponing this job because I don't think I'm up to the task."

"Your boss wouldn't send you if he thought you were incapable," she replied, offering encouragement, though she suspected he might be making excuses to avoid seeing her again.

"Will I see you again?" she asked, lifting her head to gaze at him, her eyes misty with uncertainty.

"Of course," he reassured her, sensing her apprehension as he held her close. "I'll call you every day."

"Really?" she asked, her eyes brightening.

"Absolutely…or you could come with me."

"I wish I could, but Master Thomas needs me."

"You deserve a break. Have you ever been to Miami?" he inquired.

"No, I grew up in Chicago but moved to New York."

"Have you traveled anywhere else?" he asked.

She shook her head, and he smiled at her.

"Well, you need to get a passport because I'm gon'n take you to see the world, ma douce," he said.

"Ma douce? What does that mean?" she asked, smiling.

"It's French," he said, stroking her hair.

"Hmmm, are you French?" she asked.

"I was in France briefly, and caught a couple of phrases."

"What does it mean?" she asked.

He brought his face close to hers.

"That's for me to know and for you to feel special," he said and kissed her.

She did feel special, but it wasn't enough to break down the fortified barriers guarding her heart.

Shortly thereafter, they exited the suite and made their way downstairs to leave. Adrian's car awaited them as they left the lobby.

The journey to her house was quiet. They sat in the back seat, with Adrian gently holding her hand and softly stroking the back of it with his thumb.

When the car reached her house, they both hesitated, maintaining their positions. Adrian gazed at her, while she kept her head lowered, nervously chewing on her lower lip.

They both sat there for a moment, not wanting to say anything, dreading to say goodbye. The day had been incredible, and they had both felt a connection that was hard to ignore.

But now, Adrian was leaving for Miami, and they would be apart for who knows how long.

He stepped out of the car to courteously open the door for her, and together, they strolled towards her front door.

Sharon turned to Adrian and said, “I wish you didn't have to go.”

“I don’t want to go either,” Adrian replied. “But I have to. It’s work.”

“I know,” Sharon said, tears welling up in her eyes. “But I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’m gon'n miss you too,” Adrian said, taking her hand. "We’ll talk every day, and before you know it, I’ll be back.”

Sharon nodded, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the end of something special. She leaned over and kissed Adrian on the cheek.

“Bye,” she whispered.

“Bye, ma douce” Adrian said, his voice thick with emotion. She was making their departure hard for him.