Jayden immediately pulled out as he stroked his dick over and over and over again and his cum exploded all over Emma's chest with a loud groan.
He collapsed beside her, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their breathing.
"That was... beautiful," he whispered, turning his head toward her. His eyes softened, and the intensity from earlier melted into something rawer, gentler.
"You don't know how long I've waited to feel this with you."
Emma didn't answer. She only gave a small, shy smile, her cheeks burning as he leaned over to press slow kisses against her neck.
After a while, Jayden brushed his thumb across her cheek. "You should go wash up," he said softly.
Emma nodded and stood, but the moment her feet hit the floor, she winced. A sudden ache spread through her, sharp enough to make her falter.
Jayden's eyes immediately caught on the smear of blood on the sheets. Their gazes met for a split second, his filled with quiet understanding, hers with embarrassment. He gave her a small, reassuring smile, as if to say it's okay.
She managed a smile back before turning away, moving gingerly toward the bathroom.
Once the door was locked behind her, Emma pressed her back against it. She covered her mouth with her palm as tears slipped down her cheeks, silent but unstoppable. Staring at the ceiling, she felt her chest tighten.
What have I done? she thought. Was this really the right choice?
The warmth of Jayden's touch still lingered on her skin, but so did the uncertainty in her heart.
She turned toward the mirror, catching sight of herself. Her hair tousled, eyes watery and cum on her chest. For the first time, she saw not just a girl in love, but a girl standing at the edge of something much bigger and heavier than she expected.
With trembling hands, she turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would wash away not just the sweat, but the whirlwind of emotions too.
Emma lay curled up on the bed, her phone in her hand, her back turned to Jayden. She scrolled idly, trying to distract herself. She had typed out a message to Jenny
"I have tea to spill"
But Jenny hadn't replied. Emma didn't bother calling; she wanted to tell her face-to-face, just to see her reaction.
"You alright?" Jayden's voice broke the silence.
Emma looked over. He was sitting on the chair near the bed, watching her with a calm expression.
"Come here," he said gently.
It was almost instinctive the way she moved, like his voice pulled her forward. She walked to him slowly, and he tugged her down onto his lap. She wore only her panties, her upper body naked, and immediately flushed under his touch. Jayden pressed her boobs playfully, and she chuckled, swatting his hand away.
"Are you in any pain?" he asked, kissing her forehead softly.
"I'm fine," she replied, forcing a small smile.
She sat quietly on his legs, her head resting lightly against his shoulder while he went back to scrolling on his phone. After a while, he tilted the screen toward her.
"Do you like this?" he asked.
It was a designer handbag... a Chanel classic flap.
"It's cute," Emma said with a shrug.
"Do you want one?" he asked directly.
She hesitated, then gave a small nod.
"Anything else you want?"
She shook her head.
"You know you can ask me for anything, right?" His voice softened.
Emma looked up at him and managed a smile. "I'd ask if I need something."
Satisfied, Jayden kissed her forehead again and leaned back.
By half past five, Emma was fully dressed. Her flight back to California was scheduled for six, and if she didn't leave soon, she'd be late. She adjusted her shirt, her face shadowed with sadness.
"I'll miss you," she said quietly, her lips curving into a faint, wistful smile.
"Just two more weeks," Jayden reminded her, "and all this will be over."
She nodded, though it didn't ease the ache in her chest. "I love you," she whispered, brushing a light kiss across his lips.
"I'll see you off," he said simply, taking her hand as they walked out together.
He opened the passenger door for her, waiting until she slid in before closing it carefully. He leaned down with a final wink. "See you soon."
Turning to Ben, he added firmly, "Drive safe."
Ben nodded, started the engine, and the car pulled away, leaving Jayden standing there, hands in his pockets, watching until the taillights disappeared.
Emma leaned her head against the cool glass of the window as the city blurred past. Ben kept his eyes on the road, the low hum of the engine filling the silence. She pressed her phone against her lap, staring at the black screen, her reflection faint in it.
Her heart replayed the last few minutes in the hotel room. I love you, she had said, with sincerity, hoping it would anchor him as much as it anchored her. But he hadn't said it back, not even when he had the perfect chance.
Instead, See you soon.
Her chest tightened. She bit her lip, fighting the sting in her eyes. Maybe he wasn't ready. Maybe he was holding back because of his past. Or maybe... maybe those words simply weren't meant for her.
She touched the faint mark on her neck where his lips had lingered earlier. He had shown her affection, tenderness, desire... all of it, but love? That was still a mystery.
"Two weeks," she whispered under her breath, as if saying it aloud might make the wait easier.
The car turned onto the main road toward the airstrip. Emma wiped the corner of her eye quickly before Ben could notice.
She forced a smile, but inside her mind ran in circles: What if I give him everything, and it's still not enough?