
Elizabeth Marquez was in the middle of a move—and not just in the literal sense. Every box she sealed stirred up memories. When the moving crew arrived, she could barely contain her emotions. Alex, the team leader, noticed immediately that she needed more than just strong arms to carry furniture. While the rest of the crew hauled boxes up and down, Elizabeth stayed behind to talk with him. She shared stories about every armchair, every painting, and every corner of the house she was leaving behind. Alex listened silently and patiently, offering his shoulder whenever her voice cracked.
She leaned on that shoulder more than once. Alex’s closeness, the scent of hard work clinging to him, and his genuine attentiveness began to sink in. At one point, while checking the nearly empty bedroom, Elizabeth turned to him and kissed him. It wasn’t a shy kiss; it was the kiss of someone who needed to feel something other than nostalgia. Alex responded immediately. He gently pressed her against the wall, lifted her shirt, and sucked on her breasts while she unfastened his uniform trousers.
He took her right there, standing up, with her back against the bare wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let herself go, moaning against his neck. Each thrust seemed to lift a little more of the weight off her shoulders. Alex fucked her with a steady, deep rhythm—unhurried, just as he had listened to all her stories: with patience and attentiveness. When he laid her down on the mattress still resting on the floor, she spread her legs wider and begged him not to stop.
They climaxed together, gasping for breath on the sheetless mattress. Elizabeth, still joined with him, let out a soft, weary laugh. “I think this is the best way to say goodbye to the house.” Alex smiled, brushed the hair from her face, and helped her up. Outside, the crew was still loading boxes. Inside, Elizabeth had just left behind something more than just furniture.
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