Perfect Send Off

Annie touches down on the final night of her long west coast run. She wants to go out right. The music pounds and bodies press close in the dark. Logan finds her there. They talk fast, laugh hard. Annie decides words are wasting time she no longer has. Back at her place, clothes come off in quiet hunger. Logan sinks between her thighs, tasting her until her back arches. She pulls him up, greedy for his cock, taking him deep in her mouth, lips sliding wet and slow. She wants every inch before the clock runs out. He slides inside her, missionary, holding her gaze as he fills her. Slow thrusts turn deep. The room stays small and quiet except for the wet sound of skin on skin. Annie’s blonde hair spreads across the sheets. He pulls out at the edge, paints her face hot and thick. She stays still for a moment, catching her breath, the air thick between them. The last thing she takes from this country lands warm on her skin.