"So, this is it, then?" she quietly asks you. You take your time answering her. You don't want to answer her. Instead, you let the waves of the water roll back and forth along your bodies in the bathtub; taking it all in for one last time. You let the warmth of it all sink in, absorb into you both; letting in communicate for you in ways you'll never be able to do on your own. You stroke the top of her head, resting against your chest; sliding your other hand down to cup her small breast and play with her nipple for this last time. You feel the need radiate from her as she massages your thighs, resting on either side of her. She squeezes your knees before bending forward to massage your calves and ankles as well. Finally, she rolls her body around to face you in the tub. The water sloshes and splunks in protest, but easily returns to calm. Funny, even the water seems to sense how strong this moment is and does not want to interrupt.
Sliding on her knees she moves very close to you. She balances on the lip of the tub with one and wraps the other around your cock You still haven't answered her question and she's looking straight into your eyes searching for that which is not yet sound. You haven't answered yet because you don't want to. If you answer her question, it's truly done and over with. While you know it has to end at some point, right now is not it. Instead, you pull her forward, still meeting your eyes with her own, to kiss her in that way; the way you know for a fact no one else has ever kissed her before. She moans and begins to sink into you. She also begins to lose her grip on the slippery surfaces so you hold her even closer, feeling her arm pinned between your bodies while she continues to stroke and grope on your hardening cock.
In the process of slipping, her heal caught on the drain latch and the water began to empty from the tub, leaving just your need to fill the space around you. The wet heat of the recessing water was quickly replaced with the damp heat of her mouth, and the transition was seamless. As the water disappeared she did not miss a beat to allow her lips to lower down, always in contact with the water. The weight in your balls became more apparent in her hand with the water now almost completely gone and her lips settled on the base of your cock. No longer afraid you would drown her, you laced your fingers into her hair to guide her movements back and forth. You knew she loved when you did this. It freed her up to concentrate on other parts, like swirling her tongue against your skin and sucking back the combination of saliva and your juices every now and then. You also knew she could take anything to dished out, so lowering her down until you could feel the head of your cock nuzzled safely in her throat was never a problem. In fact, she was often greeted with the approving groans from you which egged her on even further.
At this moment, your mind was not your own. You began to think, "Maybe this doesn't have to be over. Maybe we can go on." Offering yourself, and her, that hope somehow only made this pleasure less intense. There was no other way, it had to be over. This had to be the last time. She knew it as well as you did; and it drove her to lick, suck and stroke you with a hunger and lust she had not shown so powerfully before. Knowing that this would indeed be the end made it even more special. You realized this and felt yourself drift to a whole new world of love. In fact, you could feel yourself beginning to swell. The warning signs were there. This was the best blow job of your life and you were about to coat the insides of her throat with your cum; not how you wanted to say goodbye; not to her.
You pulled her back by the shoulders. Searching her face you recognized a mixture of confusion, hunger and grief. You pulled her body close to your own and kissed her again. You hoped like hell she'd understand every wish, every feeling, in that one kiss. Clearly she did as she returned your kiss; your only form of communication in this moment. No words; they would do nothing but ruin this now. Your lips were solely meant to continue this kiss for as long as possible as you lifted her hips and slid your bodies to meet at the one point. Your mouths parted as you centered her over your cock and as you made your first thrusts into her body – somehow even thinking "pussy" is wrong in this moment – her tongue began to thrust just as gently into your mouth. When she was fully settled on your cock, her tongue began to probe your mouth just as fully. She was trying her best to commit you – all of you – to her memory for this one last time. Her lips and tongue memorized your mouth. Her hands memorized your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, back, chest, arms and stomach. Her calves memorized your thighs in all their strength and beauty. And inside, with gentle squeezes and warm sliding motions she began to memorize your strong forceful member as well. All while you continued to kiss.
She came on top of you, a few times. Not wanting to break the moment for anything you two stayed in this position, truly making love for who knows how long? Time just melted away and ceased being an issue. Eventually, it was time to move. Not stop, but shift. She lifted herself from you and retrieved a towel. She dried herself, then you. She turned you to face the mirror in the bathroom while she dried your back, your bum, your legs. She peeked over her shoulder to examine you in the mirror, stroking your body; again committing you to memory.
