CHAPTER 5

Jude's pov

James looks peaceful when he is sleeping, I want to touch his face or run my hand through his locks but I decide against it. I don't want him to wake up before I leave. I know that if I don't leave while he is sleeping I won't be able to. I have never considered myself to be the sentimental type but this weekend I spent with James has proven to me wrong.

Today is Sunday and our weekend together has come to an end. We agreed to spend the weekend together exploring our sexual fantasies. 

The chemistry between us was undeniable, and we pushed each other to new heights of pleasure. It was intense, passionate, and liberating, but now, reality is setting in. I know that our time together is limited and it is time I went back to my life.

I can still feel his hands all over me, there is something about the way he touched me. He gave me the pleasure no one has ever given me. I remember how he bent on the kitchen island last night after supper as he thrust in me.

The way his eyes darkened with desire as he whispered dirty words in my ear, the way his body moved against mine in perfect rhythm, it's all etched in my memory. I can't help but smile at the memory, feeling a flutter in my stomach. I never thought I could feel this level of connection with someone, especially in such a short amount of time.

I can't deny that I have developed feelings for James throughout this weekend. But I also know that this was just a fling, a momentary escape from reality. As I watch him sleep peacefully in his bed, I know I have to leave. I can't stay, as much as I wish I could. 

I slowly get out of bed, trying not to wake him. I get my clothes and quietly get dressed. I place a soft kiss on his forehead, my heart heavy with the knowledge that this is goodbye. I feel a pang of sadness in my chest. I don't want to leave, but I know I have to. James stirs in his sleep, and I freeze, hoping he does not wake up. But he does. And as he opens his eyes and looks at me, I can see the same sadness reflected in them. We both know this is the end of our weekend together.

"I have to go," I say softly, unable to meet his gaze.

"I know," he responds, his voice filled with regret.

"Thank you for giving me a wonderful weekend James, I had a good time," I tell him.

"I should be thanking you, why are you in a hurry to leave? Wait until we have breakfast."

"I think I should leave," I say. I see James trying to get out of the bed. There is a desire in his eyes and I know that if I stay any more minute here it will be hard for me to leave later. 

He gets off the bed and walks towards me with so much fire in his eyes. "Don't go just yet," he says as he kisses my neck.

"Why are you making this hard for me?" I ask him, leaning into his touch.

"Let me make you feel good one last time before you leave." He says.  He kisses my lips, the purse slips out of my hand as I wrap my arms around him deepening our kiss. He lets out a groan making me want him even more.

His touch sends shivers down my spine as I melt into his embrace. I know I should not be giving in so easily, but with him, resistance is futile. I have never wanted someone like I want him at this moment. His touch is intoxicating and I can not resist. I let myself be consumed by passion, forgetting all my worries and fears. He lays me on the bed and starts kissing every part of me.

I give in to the passion and desire that consumes us both, losing myself in the moment as he trails kisses down my body. Every touch, every caress, ignites a fire within me as he makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. As he traces his fingers along my skin, sending shivers down my spine, I realize that this is what I have been missing. The connection, the intimacy, the feeling of being truly desired.  

I know this is a very bad decision, that I should be strong and walk away. But at this moment, all I want is him. So I let go of my inhibitions and allow myself to be consumed by the intensity of our connection. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear as he puts a finger in my pussy making me lose my mind even more. 

"I am leaving after this," I tell him as he adds another finger and continues to move them in and out of my core. I know that the only person I am trying to convince is myself, I need to leave after this.

He looks at me with understanding, his gaze filled with a mix of emotions I can't understand.

"I know," he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips. "But remember, this moment will always belong to us."  I know that he is right. This moment, this connection will always be ours, no matter where life takes us. This weekend is going to be part of me forever.

"I want you inside of me now," 

I breathe out the words, unable to resist the overwhelming desire that courses through me. He gives me a nod, his eyes filled with hunger and need as he gets a condom and wears it. He moves to position himself between my legs. With a gasp, he enters me, making me moan in pleasure. The feeling of him inside me is indescribable, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

Our bodies move in sync, a dance of passion and desire as we lose ourselves in each other. Every touch, every caress, every kiss sends us both closer to the edge, the intensity building with each passing moment. I cling to him, lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his touch.

He looks Into my eyes and he thrusts into me. I feel like he is looking directly at my soul. He does not break eye contact with me.

"Please do not look away from me, let me look at you." He says when I try to look away. I turn my head and let him see me as he drives his cock into my pussy. The look in his eyes is intense, I am unable to look away. 

As I look at him I realize that we are not just fucking right now, he is making love to me. His touch is different from the one from yesterday or the one on Friday. His touch is more on the gentle side. His kisses are soft and slow. Even the way his cock is moving in me is different, the pace at which is moving is neither slow nor fast.

"You are so perfect that I don't want to let you go. You fit so perfectly with me. It feels like you were made just for me." He tells me as he slows down the pace. I try to lift my hips to try and increase the pace but he stops moving and holds my hips down.

"I want both of us to have a good memory of our time together. Let me worship you just this once. I want to show you how it feels like when you let someone give you pleasure." He tells me as he starts moving inside of me once again. I can see his admiration for me in his eyes.

As I look at him I feel a strange feeling in my heart, a feeling I have never felt before, love. I have never let any man so close to me to let them love me, I just hope I will do the same with James. We continue moving in sync enjoying the pleasure that's building in our bodies.

As we reach the peak of our pleasure, we both cry out in ecstasy, the release of our desire washing over us like a tidal wave. In that moment, there is only him and me, the world fading away as we become one.

As we lay there in each other's arms, catching our breath, I realize that this weekend, this moment will always hold a special place in my heart. No matter where life takes us, he will always be the one who made me feel truly alive, truly desired.

I get out of bed after some time, getting my clothes off the floor. I can feel his eyes as I get dressed. "Are you not going to shower before you leave." He asks as he heads to the bathroom.

"No, I will shower at home." I am not going to risk staying another moment in his presence. I am already falling in love with him, I have to leave before it gets hard for me to leave.

He comes back from the bathroom just as I finish getting dressed. "Thank you once again for the wonderful weekend, James."

"You are welcome little one," he says as he walks towards me. "I will miss you so much. I will miss your lips against mine, your body against me, and those beautiful moans of yours."

"And I will miss every part of you James." I connect my lips to him, kissing him one last time. We kiss for a while and then I pull away. 

We share a lingering look, a silent farewell before I turn and walk out the bedroom door. The moment I step outside, the weight of reality crashes down on me, and I feel a sense of loss that I can't shake.

As I drive out of his estate I can't help but feel a pang of sadness. But I know that this weekend will always hold a special place in my memories, a reminder that sometimes, even the briefest moments can have a lasting impact on our lives. And maybe, just maybe, our paths will cross again in the future.  I know that this is the end of our time together, but I also know that it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.