by Sierra Rose
It was all bittersweet though, because I was sure it would be our last time. He had to leave in two days, and he would be untouchable, thousands of miles away, surrounded by new people in a new place, and I was sure he’d meet someone new, someone who was much more suited to him and what he wanted. There were a lot of fish in the sea, and he was about to move to a much bigger ocean. I hoped he would wait for me and that we could to try to maintain some sort of long-distance relationship, but I wasn’t sure how long we’d last once our physical contact was replaced by phone calls and messages and chats via some social media platform. I wasn’t sure Tweeting and texting would be enough, but I really didn’t have a choice, and it was better than nothing. I didn’t want Luke to give up his dream for me, and that was how I knew I truly loved him. Because I was willing to give him up for a time in order to have him forever, I knew it was far more than a silly schoolgirl crush or some kind of carnal lust. Above all else, I wanted him to be happy. At the moment, he was happy with me, and I hoped that would never change, but ultimately, his happiness was the most important thing, even if he had to find it with someone else.
“Hey,” he said, noticing that my thoughts had taken me down a melancholy road. “What’s the matter?”
It wasn’t until he reached out to touch the side of my face and wipe the tears away that I realized I’d been crying. I didn’t want to be so sad, so somber, because we didn’t have much time left, and I didn’t want to waste it. “Nothing. I’m fine,” I lied.
He kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, the tip of my nose, and then captured my mouth again. He danced his hand up to the side of my face and looked deeply into my eyes. “I don’t want you to be sad,” he said. “I’m trying to make you feel good.”
“Really, I’m just… I’m…”
Ignoring my excuses, he kissed my neck, my breasts, then moved all the way back down to my lower belly. He gently pushed my thighs apart, and I didn’t try to stop him; there was no point in playing coy when I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I lay there on the blanket, naked and wide open to him, my breath coming in slow, deep, desperate heaves. His hands were warm, and his tongue was curious and exploratory as he started to lick me. He rolled his tongue over and around my clit again and again, and my breath quickened and shortened as the sensations built up within me, like a volcano threatening to erupt from my core, sending ripples of pleasure and ecstasy down my limbs, up my spine, and into the base of my brain. It felt as if every sense within me had short-circuited, leaving only my delicious awareness of him. It was as though every cell in my body, every nerve ending, every fiber was completely in tune with exactly what he was doing.
I arched my back as he brought his hands up and touched my labia and spread me apart. He slid one finger, then another into me as he continued to lick my clit. I alternated between whimpering and groaning. He pressed his mouth against me and began to hum; the vibrations zinged through my body, the sensation building.
“Oh…m-my gosh,” I managed to gasp.
My chest heaved as he moved his fingers inside me, sliding them in deeper and deeper, until it seemed he would touch the very deepest place within me. I writhed, my body seemingly moving of its own volition, my inner thigh muscles aching with pleasure and desire.
“You have no idea how hot you are,” he said.
I knew he would stay down there, pleasuring my most intimate parts until I burst forth, but I wasn’t ready to come yet. I wanted us to experience that together, so as hard as it was, I pulled him up and kissed him. We rolled over until he was on his back, with me hovering above him, straddling him. I unfastened the button on his jeans, unzipped his fly, then pushed them down. Freed from its denim prison, his cock sprang out in all its huge, hard glory. He was so large that I could barely wrap my hand around him, and my fingertips only just touched. I took him into my mouth, just the head at first, then I moved slowly, taking him farther and deeper, until I felt his massive member at the back of my throat. I reached down and cupped his balls with one hand and gave them a squeeze as I pulled my head back. I repeated that motion over and over again, taking him all the way in, till he was at the back of my throat, then pulling back until just his head was in my mouth and the tip of my tongue could trace circles around it.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered, a deep, throaty sound that I felt as well as heard.
Encouraged by his pleasure, I began moving faster. I loved the way his cock pulsed and grew, the way it throbbed with heat, and that summoned heat between my own legs and throughout my whole body. His breathing was short and rapid, his face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his brow furrowed as I took him all the way in, as far as I could.
“Get on me,” he gasped. “Please! I need to be inside you right now. I love what you’re doing, but… Holy shit, I just need to be in you.”
He held my hips as I positioned myself over him and lowered onto him, stopping just as the moist, warm head of his cock slid into me. His breath caught in his throat when I paused, and he groaned as I lifted myself just high enough that he almost slipped out. I repeated that teasing movement over and over again, until neither of us could take it anymore. When I let myself all onto him, he slid in completely, filling me up, and we both gasped. His grip tightened on my hips, practically digging into my heated skin. For balance, I placed one hand on his abdomen, which was tight as a drum, the smooth skin stretched taut over his washboard muscles.
We moved together, in a slow rhythm at first. I swiveled my hips around in a circle, then began gyrating counterclockwise. I undulated up and down, back and forth, as though I were riding a galloping horse. It felt as if every molecule of my body was comprised entirely of neon electricity, a crackling, tingling energy that would build and build and build and finally explode, completely obliterating everything else.
Before that cosmic blast, though, Luke sat up still buried deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back as I sat on his lap and looked right into his face. We held each other’s gaze for several seconds, and while we remained still as statues, the current of electricity was still surging between us. One of his arms encircled my back, but with the other hand, he held the back of my head and pulled me to him. We began to kiss, slathering one another with big, deep, open-mouthed kisses. Our tongues soon took center stage, dancing a lambada all their own. We were one, melded together at the mouth and at the hips, like vines, so entwined and entangled that it was impossible to tell where one of us ended and the other began.
Luke, well endowed as he was, managed to stay inside me as he leaned forward and eased me down onto the blanket that felt cool against my back. I bit my lip, and a groan escaped my mouth. He hit that spot, that special, elusive spot that sent shivers shooting up and down my spine, pleasure so great that it threatened to paralyze me. For several minutes, he kept his arms straight, but then he leaned down on his forearms, folding me in half. He moved slowly, hitting that spot again and again.
I raked my fingers down the smooth planes of his back, grabbed his ass, and bit his shoulder. “Please don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Please, please, please!”
He didn’t stop. Instead, he moved faster and deeper, swiveling his hips one way and then the other. He made figure eights, his own version of that undulating motion I had done to him only moments before. As he moved his lower body, he stared into my eyes and kissed my forehead. I held either side of his face, and he moved his forehead to mine.
“I love you,” he said, his voice breathless, whispery. “I fucking love you so much.”
“I love you…too.” I could barely get the words out. It was almost too much, a feeling so Earth-shattering that it almost rendered me speechless. The sensation just kept building, like a rollercoaster climbing some infinite hill. It just kept accelerating and ascending, going higher and higher, faster and faster, toward some unfathomable crescendo of passion. The pressure grew, greater and stronger with each beat of our synchronized hearts, the anticip
ation building to unbearable levels. I didn’t know how much pleasure my body could withstand, how much I could take before I would explode, before my body would just give out. I was things, words and guttural sounds that were entirely nonsensical, animalistic, and primal. Luke thrust into me like a jack-hammer, going deeper and harder each time.
We began kissing again, even more fiercely, practically devouring one another. I bit his bottom lip and roughly pushed my tongue against his, groaning his name into his mouth. Little bursts of color appeared in my peripheral vision, then fanned out, like a grand Fourth of July fireworks display right in front of my eyes. Through that spectacle, I could still see him, still feel him moving inside me, jolting me to that highest of high points, where I would suddenly cease to exist in my regular form, reduced to nothing but sensation. We both cried out at the same time as our climaxes collided in a bang far more remarkable than the one some people believe created the world. Luke’s energy poured into me, and the only thing I could feel was the all-consuming, all-powerful feeling of loving him.
“Holy shit! Holy shit…holy shit…holy…” he muttered, gasping as he drained every ounce of himself into me.
His strong arms, slick with sweat, began to tremble. When they gave out, he rolled over next to me. We lay there for quite some time, on our backs, just staring up at the sky. The sensations were still reverberating throughout my body, lingering even as they started to ebb.
“Wow,” Luke said, still breathless as he took my hand and squeezed it.
Silence lingered between us for quite some time. I rolled over on my side and threw my leg across his body, then rested my head in the crook where his shoulder met his torso. His fingers ran lightly up and down my upper arm, his breath warm on my forehead.
“Thank you for coming out here with me tonight,” he said, as though I had done him a favor, as though it wasn’t also the best night of my life.
“I could say the same to you…and mean it literally,” I said, winking at him.
He smirked, then grinned. “I’m really gonna miss you, baby.”
“I’ll miss you too,” I said. “My life’s going to be so boring while we’re apart.”
“Only if you let it,” he said, so firmly that it sounded as if he was scolding me.
“Well, I’ll try not to.”
“Good. And it’s not like I won’t be back. You know I will.”
I wanted so badly to latch on to that idea, to believe that he would come back for me, but I was sure it wouldn’t be the case. How can he be sure anyway? Who knows what he’ll find out there in the big world when he leaves this little place and his hometown girl? I knew he was only saying what I wanted to hear, what he wanted to believe, but once he arrived in that new place, started swimming in that much bigger pool, I was sure he would experience bigger and better things and quickly forget all about me.
“I wish this night could last forever,” I said. I knew it would, in a way, for even though I could not stop time, the memory would be one I would forever cherish, a fond recollection I could look back on in a week or six months, even five years. I knew I would always be able to vividly recall every moment, every touch. It would live forever, if only in my mind and every beat of my heart.
“It can’t last forever,” Luke said, “but it doesn’t have to end just yet.”
“Good, because I don’t want it to.”
We kissed again, and I thought if I really let myself fall into that kiss, time might really stop. Almost immediately, he was erect again; I could feel his rock-hard, excited, hungry cock pressing against my hip. Unable to stifle the temptation, I reached down and touched him. I felt and enjoyed his sharp intake of breath as I started to run my hand slowly up and down his remarkable, unforgettable length. It seemed almost unbelievable that he was ready to go so soon, but he was. When he reached a hand down and touched me between my legs, I cried out; I was more than ready too.
“Get on top of me again,” he pleaded, stretching out on his back.
I started to climb on the way I had before, facing him, but he guided my hips and turned me the other way, so he was looking at my back. He slapped my ass, hard enough for me to feel it but not hard enough to hurt me. Slowly, I lowered myself down on him, taking as much of him as I could from that angle, and he groaned as each inch eased into me. I rested my hands on his muscular thighs and started to move my hips back and forth, then in circles, just the way he liked it.
“That’s it,” he said, gripping my hips.
Even though my back was to him and I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was gritting his teeth. I smiled as I imagined the look I knew was etched on his face, that enraptured look I loved so much.
“Yeah, right there. You know just the spot.”
Right away, the sensations began to build and swirl inside of me; it was as if my body’s one desire, the very reason I’d been created, was to come in contact with Luke. That delicious, undeniably exquisite feeling began almost immediately. I leaned forward a little so he entered me at a shifted angle, and when he hit that spot again, more shivers shot up my spine. I bit my lip, trying to control the tiny squeaks that were bubbling out of my throat.
“Right there,” he said, his hands tightening on my hips. “Yeah, baby! I like how you’re doing that. Oh, fuck yes…” He held me tight as he started to move his hips faster, thrusting into me. “You’re gonna make me come again,” he groaned. “Do you want me to come again?”
“Not yet,” I answered, hoping he’d wait for me.
That swirling, pleasurable, unspeakable sensation was still building inside of me, and while I was getting close, I wasn’t quite there yet. I wasn’t sure if it was even biologically possible for us to come together twice in one night, but I was willing to give it a try, because nothing felt better.
“Lie back on me,” he coached. “Just lie back, right on me, right here.”
I did as he said, so that my back was against his chest. His cock, still inside me, began pummeling me at a completely different angle. I gasped as he reached one hand around and started rubbing my clit with two of his skilled and playful fingers. I gasped, almost unable to breathe.
Our heads were right next to each other, and I turned so my face was against his, till I could feel his stubble rubbing against my cheek. I kissed him the best I could from that angle, and he reached his other arm around me and began playing with my tits, squeezing, pinching, and pulling my nipples, just to the point where it almost started to hurt. I didn’t mind a little pain, but he somehow knew exactly where my threshold was, exactly when to stop or ease of. Luke knew my body better than I knew it myself. No matter what position we tried, practically writing our own updated version of the Kama Sutra, we fit together perfectly.
“You do make me feel so good,” I whispered.
I lay on top of him, with my legs spread and his cock thrusting deeper and deeper into me, his fingers massaging my clit and squeezing my nipples, our mouths pressed against each other. I was his, totally and completely, and when we were together like that, our bodies frolicking in unison, literally joined together at the hip, we were transformed into something else, something greater than either of the two of us could ever be on our own. With Luke, I felt an intimate togetherness, an ecstasy, and a singularity that I knew I would never, ever be able to achieve with anyone else.
“Baby, I’m about to come,” he said, gasping as he pulled his mouth from mine. “I’ve got to… I’ve gotta… Oh, I’ve got…” He began muttering things I couldn’t understand as he tried to hold out a little longer. His eyes squeezed shut, and the muscles in his neck protruded like cords.
The swirling pleasure inside me overtook everything, every thought, emotion, and sensation, and it felt like my brain was shutting off. It was a power surge, and I feared that I would not be able to withstand the oncoming blasts. Luke literally shouted as he came, like a wolf howling at the moon above us, his voice a long, lovely echo. The sound vibrated through his chest, right into me, intensifying
my own orgasm. My whole body seemed to contract for a second, then exploded outward. I screamed, gasped, and cried out, too, simply because my body demanded release of the tsunami of passion swelling within me.
I was trembling as I slid off him, my heart thudding in my chest, my breathing heavy and labored, as though I’d just run a marathon. A cloud passed in front of the moon, and the milky light around us dimmed, making the yellow glow of the candles seem even brighter.
“C’mere,” Luke said, pulling me close to him. Again, he touched the side of my face, brushing away the tears. “You’re crying.”
I curled up next to him and laid my palm on his chest. Still, his heart seemed to be beating in time with my own. “It’s not because I’m sad,” I assured him. “Please don’t think that. This has been the best night of my life, one I’ll never forget. Right now, I am happier than I’ve ever been. I didn’t think it was possible to even feel half that good. Even if it can’t last forever, I will always be grateful that I got to experience this, especially since I experienced it with you.”
“No one knows what the future holds,” he said, stroking my upper arm. “This might be the last time we’ll be together for a little while, but we won’t be apart forever.” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, with a tinge of happiness in it.
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe it would not be our last interlude, that fate would be kind enough to find a way for us to be a couple, even if he was leaving. “I hope you’re right,” I said.
* * *
As much as I hated to see Luke go, I was happy for his wonderful opportunity, and I tried to be supportive. I went with his family to the airport to see him off. “I got you a present,” I said.
“Aw. You didn’t have to that, baby.”
“I wanted to.”
He grinned as he opened the box and pulled out a multicolored, cashmere tie. “Whoa! This is sharp, but it’s way too expensive,” he said.