He awoke, his eyes coming to life without the usual squinting and adjustment to light, but, moreso, the opening when one is ready to conquer the day--not hiding away in a lofty dreamland.
This was his mood. What dream could amount to the past two days? Even his most lofty dreams were hard pressed to surpass the feeling he felt when she looked at him.
He looked to her soundly sleeping form, her breaths barely audible. How could she sleep through my snores, he questioned silently. He put the question to the side quickly, he would have plenty of time to ask her if she wore earplugs of not. Right now, he wanted to make the moment special. After all, she he awaken him with a series of kisses the morning prior. The memory brought a smile to his face, and his body softly shook as he held in a giggle. The moment was special.
What to do? He thought as he scanned her sleeping form. His right arm was between her head and shoulder, effectively trapping the appendage. His mind envisioned a myriad of things: slipping down between her legs and awakening her with a session of cunnilingus, skipping out getting something to eat and having it ready for her by the time her eyes opened, begin her day with a gentle back massage, or returning the favor of waking her with a barrage of kisses.
He went back over each option.
If he could slip his hand down, he could slip down and slip his tongue into her vagina--even though she faced away. She had a wonderfully subliminal way of moving in the right direction. He was sure a soft urging would have her spread wide enough to allow him access to her tasty hole. He had never done it before; he was not a old-hat, he was just adventurous. He wanted to start her day off with an orgasm.
Maybe.
To get something to eat. He would have to slip out of the bed, get dressed, leave the room, drive like mad to some place to buy food, get back, and set up before she noticed he was gone. The chances of him even getting out of the room was remote, and that thought seemed good when he realized he had only seen fast food joints while they hunted for food the day before. Who finds a McMuffin romantic?
Nix that one.
A massage. That would be nice way to start the day. He reached for her back, ready to begin the endeavor. He stopped, realizing, with only one hand available, the massage would be sub-par to his usual level. He was an adept novice at massages--more often than not receiving much praise upon completion, and he had repeat business from certain friends.
Scratch that one.
Kisses-a-plenty. The thought brought a smile to his face. He felt his grin pulling his cheeks back. He loved the idea of the simplicity and constant availability of kisses. Coupling with who he was giving it to, his dear friend, the thought tickled the purity he retained inside.
Yes, this will be good.
He shifted, trying to reach around and measure the distance to her lips. He would not be able to reach, his entrapped arm not allowing enough reach to reach her lips. Dammit, he cursed silently.
He began to inch his hands free, being careful to avoid waking her. He had not moved more than four inches, when she shifted, awakening. Oh great, she's the lightest sleeper in the universe, he thought.
She blinked awake quickly, her cat-like eyes sparkling. She rolled to him, his arm still between her head and shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine." He replied.
Noticing his arm, she asked, "Is your arm bothering you? I can move." She began to move.
He reached out, holding her still. "No. Don't move."
"But your arm."
"It's still attached to my body.
Don't worry about it." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "It's okay. I just wanted to wake you with kisses like you did yesterday."
"Oh." She said, the realization coming to her.
"But you're too light of a sleeper. Just spoiled a man's plans."
"That was so sweet, Honey."
"Wasn't able to pull it off."
"But you thought of it. Thanks, Baby." She cooed, smiling all the while, then kissed him harder. He returned her kiss, his free arm going around her and pulling her close. The two kissed for long moments, until she pulled away.
He looked at her puzzled. Oh my god, my breath must stink like a skunk's poot, he thought, his insecurities taking root. He should have thought about brushing. What an idiot.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Not too long," he replied, relieved his breath was not the cause of her breaking the embrace. "Just long enough to see your lovely face as you slept."
"Oh, you're a silver-tongued devil!" She laughed.
"Maybe so, but I'm telling you the truth." He said after he finished laughing. "You sleep so peacefully."
"So do you. You go out like a light. It's so cute."
"Yeah, but when my lights go out, the audio comes up. I sorry, it must be a nuisance."
She cuddled closer, snuggling in deep and looked into his eyes. "That's one of the best ?nuisances' I have ever had. I like it. And it's not that bad."
"Not that bad."
"Stop that. Don't dissect."
She kissed him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth, their tongue intertwining. She felt him becoming erect. You're so easy, she thought. She loved it, too!
"Too bad you can't use that sort of persuasion in court. You'd make a great lawyer." He said before laughing, after the two stopped kissing.
"No. It's just to win arguments
with you, Honey." She said, smiling all the while.
"But lawyers make bank."
"Yeah, but look at the scumbags I'd have to kiss."
He shivered at the thought. "Icky. And I know I would not want to kiss you when you came home."
"I would brush."
"Still. No, I'll keep it all to myself."
"Good."
The friends-turned-lovers kissed once more, the passion freely flowing between the two. Excitement got the best of him, and he pressed harder, rolling on top of her and sliding into a comfortable position. She slid her legs wider, allowing access to her waiting vagina. A dark thought passed through her mind.
"What is it? Do you not want this?"
"No, no, Honey." She said, kissing him, hoping that would be enough to make the topic go away. She loved his attentiveness, and how intuitive he was, but this was not the time for it.
"So what's on your mind?"
Dammit, boy, she thought, Why can't you let it go?
"You can tell me." He said softly.
"I know. It's just that this is the last morning we will be together."
The thought sobered him. "Yeah." The moment seemed to linger, reality touching the two with her cold, heartless touch. He looked at her, falling, as always, into those green, shining orbs, and dreaded not being able to wake next to her tomorrow.
Not having her by his side for the thousand years was a not a pleasant thought. He felt old, the strength and light he awakened with seeming to flow away from him.
"Let's not think about that right now." He said at length, his mind focussing on the present instead of reality. She was her now--who gives a damn about tomorrow, tomorrow is a hoax. There would be plenty of time to feel the pangs of separation, but to have it dominate the entire time spent together would be a waste. And that would not do.
He moved in, kissing her suddenly, passionately. He knew he caught by surprise, her breath taken away from her. She soon recovered, returning his kiss with zeal. He felt her arms pulling him to her, her need great. Neither of them wanted the moment to end, but they were determined to make the best of it. Time, that cruel witch, never stopped--no matter how sincerely you pleaded.
Her hand reached down, finding his erect penis, and guided it to her. She wanted him now, his body merging with her's, easily sliding back and forth. She brought her legs up, the initial entry would be painful, but it would soon pass. She trusted his instincts, they had a way with each other.
He felt her pulling him inside her. His first instinct was to pull away, allowing him the chance to take the time to build her passions up before entry. This was too sudden, his mind screamed. This was the way of lusters--those out only for themselves... The initial reaction faded quickly, realizing she was doing the pulling, not him doing the pushing. I am one helluva kisser, he joked to himself silently, never truly believing any of the hype he has been given about his kissing abilities.
If she could have read his mind, she would have slapped him silly. She had never had such an attentive lover, and his attention to her pleasure level, more than anything else, is the quality which etched his name on her list of great lovers. Luckily for his cheeks, she was not a mind reader, though she note the mirth dancing in his eyes. She would make it a point to ask him what he was thinking at the time, but now she wanted him.
Guiding his cock to the her opening, she adjusted his position slightly, then, having placed the bulbous head in place, she let him go. She felt him pushing slightly, to cause as little pain as possible. She loved the way she took his time, not simply shoving his full length in--his cock was not small!
He leaned forward, kissing her deeply, holding her close. He felt her pussy becoming more moist, her arousal growing rapidly. Still, he did not simply push in. No that would not do. Slowly, he pushed another inch or so into her, feeling her body gripping his penis as if it had a life of its own. He reveled in the suckling feeling her pussy sent through his cock, gripping and releasing.
His mouth went to her nipple then, suckling the nub, then biting it lightly. He heard her suck in her breath, as well as her throbbing pussy "suckled" a bit harder now. Pushing in another bit, there considerably more wetness, his rod sliding into her very smoothly. She spread her legs wider, and pulled him into her, having run out of patience. Their bodies met, his cock completely inside of her. She loved that feeling. He held still, his throbbing cock filling her. Her eyes closed, she did see him moving in for a kiss, long and hard. She would swear passion was a tangible item--moreso, a gift from her dear friend. She could make love with him forever, but there was no time for it.
Pushing back on his body, she guided him out before pulling him to her, showing him the speed she wanted it. A bit fast. He was a bit taken aback, but allowed the moment to pass. He things to do. Mainly pleasing the hot wildcat he was with.
"Okay, pussycat. I got it." He said, pulling her legs up and beginning to piston her wet hole. He looked down, as he always did, and looked at himself entering and exiting her, her juices glistening off his cock. His eyes scanned up, catching her bouncing breasts, having found a life due the force of his trusts. Continuing up, he found her mouth, a inviting treasure, but he wanted to see her eyes. Those cat-like orbs, smoldering with passion, met his with an inner energy which made him even harder.
His pace continued for long, long minutes, a sheen of sweat covering his body, her body feeling altogether too good to stop. A bit got into his eyes but he did his best to ignore it. He never wanted to leave her pussy. Still he rammed her. However much he wanted it, the first drop had left a trail to his eye. A trail others found. Soon his eyes were burning too much to focus.
He rolled over, pulling her on top. She was on top without the slightest wobble. Man, we should be taping this, he thought. She began to ride him, rising and falling. He began to wipe his eye, hoping to quench the fire in the stinging orb. He felt her hand gently wiping the sweat from his forehead. Eventually, the stinging had subsided, allowing him the ability to completely focus once more on the situation at hand.
He was sure he look a fool, but if she did, she kindly avoiding stating such. You're so nice, he thought.
She was too busy enjoying the control, being in the dominate position, to worry about making any comments about how he looked. She enjoyed the control. She always had. Her pace increased, as her mind toyed with the idea of tying him up and having her way with him. Baby, I have plans for you, she thought excitedly, her eyes glittering down at her clueless friend.
His hands went to her breasts, fondling and pinching the nipples. He did not know what was making her so excited, he only knew he enjoyed it--and that it was something about him that did it! He started meeting her downstrokes with a thrust, increasing the impact and causing her to moan her soft moans.
He felt her pussy tightening around his cock. He continued, thrusting in perfect time with her downfalls. He saw her shut her eyes, her mouth agape in a silent moan. Passion had taken control, her head falling back, her moans soft. He wanted her to orgasm--that elusive little bug. He was never sure if a woman had achieved it, and had always spent time asking afterwards if his partner had came or not. Typically, he got affirmatives, but he knew women were conditioned to placate the male ego. He did not want any niceties, he wanted the truth. It was always so hard to get it out of women, sometimes; a straight answer. Now here she was, becoming exhausted just at it appeared she was about to have an orgasm (for all any male could know!).
He took hold of her hips, holding her a few inches above him, and began to thrust upward. The renewed vigor seemed to awaken her, bringing her back to the present. Their eyes met; her's showing profound pleasure and passion, while his had a look of determination.
She tried to ride him, but he held her still, wanting to leave her the ability to just feel him. Over and over he pumped upward into her silky, wet slit. Her hands ran lightly down his chest, sending pleasure though him. Still he pumped.
A hand went beneath, tickling her clitoris. Soon she was moaning a bit louder, growing even wetter. He felt her tightening up, her moans stifled due to her teeth biting her bottom lips. Usually he would have said something candid, but he was focused on making her cum. A scream would have been wonderful, but he had bigger game at the moment. You'll scream next time... I hope,he thought as he concentrated on her magical little bulb.
"Yes. That feels good." She said breathlessly, followed by a series of louder moans. Her body began to rise and fall, hard and sure. He was hard pressed to keep stimulating her clit, her body moving fairly erratically. She placed her palms on his chest, forming a eclectic tripod. She, somehow, rode him harder.
His concentration on giving, he nearly shot his own load in the process, her body feeling incredible. He looked to see her thicker, milky juices covering his cock. Was that it? Had she came? He hoped so. He caught himself thinking and wondered why he cared so much. Maybe I got a silent ego, he reasoned.
She slowed, having spent her energies. It was her now who's body had a glistening sheen of sweat. Stopping, she leaned forward and kissed him gently, unable to get more passion due to her panting. Her cat-like eyes glittered with untold gratitude.
It was on the tip if his tongue to ask. Was it rude? "Hey, did you just cum?" It did not seem rude, considering he had seen her nude and licked and sucked her in places hidden in public. I am entitled to know. I worked hard for it, he reasoned. Just as he about to ask, his eyes spied the time. It was getting late, and this was their last day together.
"What is it, Honey?" She asked lightly.
"What time do we have to be out?"
"Noon."
"Well, it's after eleven."
"But you have not gotten off yet."
"It's okay, baby. I wanted to get you off. It's more important."
"Oh really? Is that so?"
"Yeah. You did get off, didn't you?"
She smiled, mirth dancing across her entire being and finding root in her eyes. He hated that--not knowing if he did or not.
"You know, you are obsessed with that."
"Okay, so I'm obsessed. Did you?"
She leaned forward, kissing him passionately. "Yes, Honey."
"Now was that so hard?" He said, giggling from relief.
"I just don't want you getting a head trip on it. I know how men are."
"So I'm typical now?"
"I didn't say that, silly."
"I know. Just checking." He leaned over, kissed her tightly, and made one final and futile prayer to have time simply stop for a little while to preserve this moment.
"You still need to come, Honey."
She said, bringing him back to the present. "I won't have it any other way. So get it up, mister." She ordered playfully.
?I'm not soft yet." He replied. "But it's okay, I really don't--"
"It's not okay." She said, rolling to her knees, knowing how he loved entering her from behind, and how quickly he seemed to ejaculate.
He looked to her ass, so perfect and inviting, and knew the debate was over; his cock would never forgive him, if he declined now. Moving into position, he playfully slapped her buttocks with his semi-erect penis. Four slaps later, his penis was fully erect and beginning to throb. He did not know what it was about it, but it always seemed to arouse him.
Soon he was back insider her, his hands going to her hips, guiding her body to and fro. He adored the look of his cock impaling her, her round ass touching lightly against his pelvic region, his cock completely inside her.
His pace quickened with his excitement, his thrusts becoming more sure as well as harder, sending ripples across her ass. Soon, he had found his rhythm, no longer needing to hold onto her; his hands were free to cause a bit of mischief. First things first, he thought.
He looked to her, her head was down, her torso lying flat against the bed. Reaching with his right hand, he took a tuft of hair into his grip and pulled. Her head came back, her back arching, and her moans became louder. He grabbed another handful of her hair, his cock slamming into her wet pussy repeatedly, His mind could see the image from a third perspective; he looked like he was riding a horse, her hair the reins for a ride on this wild mare!
He thought to use a finger to dig into her anus, adding additional stimulation, but, once again, this position (with her!) was more than his body could stand. He was going to come soon. What is it about her? he questioned. Her ass? The pulling of the hair? Her moans? The feeling? All of it? None of it?
The answer eluded him, and he could care less. He only knew it felt wonderful, truly breathtaking (or at least cum-taking).
He grunted, low and guttural, heralding his climax. A hand went to her hips, pulling and pushing her faster and faster, knowing his body would freeze up in the throws of orgasm. Damn she felt good! Look good! His blood ran impossibly hotter with passion. He felt his balls filling, the head of his cock becoming hyper sensitive, preparing to ejaculate. He tightened an unseen sphincter, holding his sperm in, an sublime pain juxtaposing with the pleasure of his supersensitive organ. This was the moment, he was in the zone, his body was afire, burning with both pleasure and pain.
Sure as rain, it came to an end, his cock no long able to hold back the insistent sperm. Grunting and panting, he came, releasing his seed inside her. Once spent, he leaned forward, kissed her back, then collapsed in a heaving and happy lump.
"Damn, I love you." He said at length, smiling through the exhaustion. Her response was a mischievous smile, her eyes glittering with sentiment. It seemed he was showered, dressed, packed, and at his car in a moment; the time flying by much too quickly. He looked to her, his heart aching with the moment of separation fast approaching. He knew they would not only keep in touch, but somehow this weekend--which by all accounts would be considered a tryst--would make them stronger. He knew she would confide and trust in him, and he knew their bond had grown stronger. It not the sex, he realized then, it was the purity of the act.
He did not want to go.
Once at the car, she held him close, both clinging to one another, breathing in each the other's scent, memorizing their touch and smell. They kissed gently, both knowing the passion which engulfed when anything more was given. They had great passion, but this was a farewell for an indefinite time. Neither could ask the other to not see others, but they were hard pressed to keep their mouths tight on the subject. He looked into her eyes, and he saw his future. Kids. Houses. Grandchildren. Joys. Pains. Bliss. Passion. Love. Heaven.
He did not know why, he only cared that he felt it. It was a good feeling--hell, it was an awesome feeling. A feeling he not felt in much too long of a time. A feeling one would never forget, nor belittle. A feeling which made your heart's fires burn intensely.
That's why he did not want to go!
"You'd better get going,
Honey." She said at length, finding the words the couple avoided for long moments.
"Don't you have to return the key to the room?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna do that."
"Call me, so I know you got there safely."
"I will."
"I love you." he said, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, needing to have the taste of her mouth once more. She returned the kiss.
"I love you, too."
The two held each other, tightly embracing, both of duo not wanting this moment to end. How cruel of a joke was this?
Eventually, they parted.
"I'm going to return this key, then I'm off."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"We sound like children--kids with their first crush."
"Yeah, we do." She said, lightly laughing at the project, the weight of her heart a bit too heavy to allow her complete levity. "Okay! I'm gonna go."
"Okay."
He watched as she walked away. There she was, a woman who could fulfill his every need for romance, friendship, and passion. All wrapped up in a cute little package. His mind wandered for a long while, fantasies spilling over into reality and other not-so-nice realms. It was not until he saw her coming from the office that he realized how long he had been thinking.
"You just can't leave first, can you?" She said, as she reached a close proximity.
"What kind of scumbag leaves?" He said, his wit coming up with a quick remark. He could not tell her how much he wanted her. That would be improper.
"You are so sweet."
"Only to a chosen few."
Not able to get enough, the two embraced, kissed, and tossed a dozen I-love-you's back and forth, each one smiling purely. She walked to her car, his eyes never leaving her. She entered and turned on the key. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him waiting and watching.
"Go!" She screamed from the car.
"You go first," he said, not wanting to go.
She laughed, his sweetness tickling her.
Soon the two cars were headed toward the freeway, his car heading east, her's headed west. As they drove, each recalled their favorite moments of the long weekend. Both had more than enough cherished memories to fill the drive to their respective destinations. Likewise, both had fantasies about the next time fate presented the opportunity of a repeat encounter. Some took place in a hotel, some took place in other locales. |
