She was standing naked in the livingroom looking out in the darkness through the window. The moon was shining but there weren't many stars. It was only 5 in the morning. She hadn't been able to sleep. Although he had done his best to tire her out with amazing sex through out the entire day before, she was still wide awake.
"Come back to bed," she heard him behind her.
He put his hands around her from behind and kissed her shoulder.
"I can't sleep," she said as she enjoyed his small kisses.
"Something's on your mind?" He asked.
"Yeah... I'm feeling... Well... Mixed emotions. Happy and sad at the same time," she answered.
"How come?" He asked.
"Happy that I'm here with you. Sad that I have to go home in a few hours," she answered.
He bent his knees as he started kissing her down her back. A silent moan escaped her lips. He moved to the left and gently kissed her bruised ribs as if he wanted to make them better that way.
"Don't go home. Stay here," he said between his kisses.
She didn't find it fair. It felt like he was blackmailing her into feeling guilty about going home as he was kissing her bruises. The bruises she had brought with her from home, the bruises that they both knew pretty soon would be joined by new ones. She turned around and looked down at him.
"I can't," she said.
"You could if you would," he said.
"Let's be realistic about this. We've only known each other for barely two weeks. I'm not just gonna drop my entire life behind to run away with you," she said.
He sighed and stood up again.
"I know. I'm way out of line. It's just... This is what you do to me. You drive me crazy," he said and chuckled a little as he put his arms around her and pulled her close.
He held her close for a few seconds and then pushed her backwards up against the patio door. He kissed her passionately as he grabbed her and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt how he slowly lowered her down on his dick. She gasped a little as she felt him enter. She leaned back against the door as he started to thrust into her. His movements were fast and wild and at the same time so filled with passion that she couldn't get enough. It didn't take him long to make her cum. She held on tight as he kept thrusting into her. He increased the pace, getting more wild, making her feel a sensation she had never felt before. She dug her nails into his back as he made her cum a second time. He thrust into her a couple of more times before he growled into her ear as he came.
They stood still for a couple of seconds, catching their breaths, before he let her down on the floor again.
"I'm sorry, I got a little carried away," he said.
"You almost seemed kind of angry," she said.
"Not angry. Frustrated," he said.
She wrinkled her eyesbrows, looking at him.
"Frustrated that you're leaving. Don't judge me," he said.
"I'm not," she said and pulled him in for a quick kiss.
He suddenly started laughing as he looked over her shoulder. She turned around to see a perfect print of her butt on the glass door.
"At least you're leaving a part of you behind," he chuckled.
Later that day they were standing in the airport, saying goodbye. He was wearing sunglasses and a hoodie so that no one would recognize him. The last thing they needed right now was a picture of them together out in the media. He held her close.
"I really wish you'd stay," he whispered in her ear.
"I'm only a phonecall away," she said.
"It's not the same," he said.
"I know but would you rather not keep in contact at all?" She asked.
"Never," he answered and kissed her.
They heard a voice in the speakers saying that her flight was boarding. She pushed herself out of his arms and turned around to walk away. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back in for one final kiss.
"I really gotta go now," she said.
"I know," he said and let go off her hand.
She walked towards the gate. She turned around and looked at him one last time. He lifted his hand and waved at her. She waved back, turned around and boarded the plane.