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Chapter Seven: The Last Tango
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Those questions were answered a few weeks later. I had exams and work colliding all at once. I warned her: “I'm going off the grid for a while. ” I told her she'd be the first person I'd see when it was over.
And three weeks later, I showed up at her office, true to my word. I called her from the carpark and asked if she was free for lunch. She checked with her supervisor, got the okay, and joined me. She was quiet. A little off. I found us a discreet place - one of those no-receipt, cash-only setups.
Once we got in, she still didn't seem herself. I cupped her chin in one hand, the side of her face in the other, and tilted her toward me. I kissed her softly. She hesitated, then leaned in, lips warming under mine. Her chiffon blouse whispered of the tender skin beneath.
The kiss got hungrier, more urgent. I slid my hand down, cupping her left breast, fingers catching her stiff nipple under the layers. Her breath hitched. My other hand slid around her back and under her skirt - her ass felt slippery from the silk. I pushed further, inside her panties, gripping her firmly like she might slip away. I felt her heat. Her wetness. My fingers brushed her tight ring before sliding down into her soaked pussy. She ground into me as I pressed against her into my groin, my cock already hard and eager.
She reached down, unbuckling my jeans in one fluid motion, and pushed them down to my thighs. She held me in both hands, stroking gently, my precum coating her fingers.
“I missed this,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine, pupils wide, breathing shallow.
Then she made her move.
Her hands slid up to my shoulders, her eyes locking with mine with that same defiant spark I'd seen before. Only now it burned deeper, heat, and something unspoken. She rose on her toes, pressed her body against mine like a dancer.
“Let's make the most of this,” she murmured, lips brushing my ear.
“I always do,” I whispered back.
And then she danced.
Her arms coiled around my neck, her body lifting with a dancer's grace. Legs hooked behind my back, her weight folding into me like we'd rehearsed this move a thousand times. I caught her with ease, our balance perfect. A practiced duet. She slid down, the heat of her sex lining up with the head of my cock.
“I lead,” she whispered, lowering herself until I filled her completely.
Now, we dance.
Her hips rolled with the rhythm only lovers know - slow, deliberate, a tango in a dim, smoky room. She locked eyes with me as she moved, her breath shallow, her tempo exact. Every thrust, every grind, seemed like a choreographed move.
The wall steadied us as she rocked against me, pulling me deeper. Her teeth scraped at my shoulders like she was trying to mark me. My hands gripped her ass, lifting, controlling the movement. We moved together in rhythm - sensual, aching, final.
But I needed more.
Without breaking our connection, I turned and carried her to the bed, lowering her down without ever pulling out. She gasped as her back met the mattress, her legs still locked around me. I thrust again, deeper now, steadier, taking control.
That was when she whispered: “I love the feeling when you come inside me. ”
I was already close. I could feel her pulsing, her body milking me. When I came, I came hard - buried deep in her heat, spilling every last drop. Our combined juices coated her thighs as I slipped out.
Without thinking, I cupped her pussy to hold it in. My fingers massaged her sex, stroking gently, pressing into the spots I knew best - down to her tight little ring, then back to her clit, teasing out every last shiver. I knew her like an instrument. I played her body like a harp.
She moaned into my neck as I nibbled her collarbone, tugged at her earlobe, made her giggle and gasp at the same time.
She was still stroking my cock as I eased her onto her back.
That's when we finally took our clothes off completely - discarding them. Her panties were soaked, heavy with the scent of us. Her blouse wrinkled beyond salvation. Her hair in disarray.
We didn't care. We never did.
She lay back, legs open, inviting. I crawled over her, cock pressing into her again.
No words. Just need.
She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in. We moved slowly at first, savouring. Then faster - urgent, reckless.
But partway through, I saw it.
She stopped looking at me.
Her eyes drifted away - empty, distracted. A flicker of something. .. guilt, maybe.
I ignored it. Her pussy was perfect. She gripped me like always, pulling me in, milking me. One final thrust. I came hard, deeper than ever.
I rolled us over. She climbed on top, grinding, drawing the last sparks from me. But I was done.
Still inside me, she lay across my chest. Her breath slowed.
The silence between us had changed.
“Talk to me,” I said.
“I can't. ”
“You have to. ”
She lifted her head. Her eyes shimmered.
“You're the only man I've ever let in like this,” she whispered. “Not just my body. You got into my head. You touched places I didn't know existed. ”
I was still, listening.
“I gave you things no one else ever had. My trust. My body. Even my ass. ” She smirked weakly. “That wasn't just sex. That was me saying, ‘Here. Take me. Have everything. '”
She paused. Her voice dropped lower.
“I'm falling in love with you,” she said. “And I can't afford to. ”
“Why not? ”
“Because I've got too much chaos in my life. A child that needs me. A divorce dragging on. And I know that you care, I see it in your eyes - but you're not here. Not enough. And I can't keep giving myself to someone who not here. ”
I swallowed. “I was always honest about what I could give. ”
“I know. And I told myself I could handle it. But I was lying to myself. ”
She leaned in, kissed me once - slow and deep, her tongue tracing sadness across mine.
Then she reached down, cradled my soft cock, held it for a moment like she was saying goodbye to more than just a man.
“I want to stay,” she whispered. “Truly, I want to stay. ”
But she let go.
And stood.
“I gave you everything,” she said. “But I can't give you my future. ”
She didn't look back.
And I didn't stop her.
Epilogue
Emma had many other issues to deal with. I really liked her - but her lifestyle confused me. She came back several times. There was a connection between us that went beyond lust. When she was with me, she gave me everything. But then, she'd disappear… and a few days later, she'd be in someone else's bed.
I wasn't like that.
Sex, for me, has always been something special - a gift to be treasured, something you share with someone you feel something real for. I don't judge Emma for her choices. She carried a lot. More than most people knew. She faced so many challenges, and maybe I could've been a steady force in her life - if only she'd had the patience to ride out my busy wave.
The last time we spoke, it wasn't polite.
And maybe that's how it had to end.
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Posted on : May 4, 2026
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