“It doesn’t have to be.”
“Yes, it does.” She forced herself to meet his eyes.
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On their last night, they didn’t talk much. Instead they communicated through touch, desperate, tender, trying to make a memory.
Jack made love to her slowly, thoroughly, at first. Rachel held him close, her hands in his hair, trying to stay in the moment. She tried to keep it slow, to fix every detail in her memory. She remembered the first time they did anything more than stare at one another and Jack had cum in his pants while she straddled him.
She memorized the feel of him inside her, young and hard: the way he held her hips, the gentle slide, the slow, reverent rhythm and motion. There was no hurry, not tonight. No sense in pretending this was anything but indulgent pleasure.
She watched him as he propped himself above her, arms braced tight, their own point of contact being his cockhead locked between her pussy lips. He moved in her with a patience she’d rarely seen in a man so young. She held his jaw, locked eyes, and didn’t look away. She wanted to remember every piece of him.
His rhythm faltered, his breath catching in his throat. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave marks, and a sound escaped him–half growl, half her name. His eyes, which had been so steady on hers, squeezed shut as his body tensed, then trembled against her. She held him through it, feeling the pulse of him inside her, watching his face transform with pleasure, “Oh Rachel! So good, I’m cumming baby… Uhh…filling you up.”
“Yes Jack, cum inside of me… Ohhh, feels so good. I’m cumming, too!” Rachel groaned into the night…
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Morning came. Jack’s truck was packed. Earl stood by, looking grim.
Rachel stood on the porch in one of her dresses and her boots.
“Take care of yourself,” she said.
“You too.” He pulled her into a hug, held her tight to remember how her mature body felt against him.
He kissed her one last time, then let go, climbed in his truck, and drove away looking in the rearview mirror.
Rachel watched until the dust settled, then went inside, some part of her feeling alive again.