The sadness in her eyes glistened like wet tears waiting to fall. Even in the shadows of the room I could see the look clouding her face. Her lips, capable of the tenderest of smiles and such affectionate laughter, were turned down at their soft corners. A quiet discourse had seeped into her with the early morning, as bleak and clouded as the sky outside.
I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her naked skin slide against me, the both of us still damp with sweat from our last night of lovemaking. Neither of us spoke, afraid that speaking aloud would make the oncoming reality loom even closer. I breathed in the honeyed musk of her, still dizzying after the hours we had spent in the room. I knew I needed the sleep that was trying to cloud my mind but I fought against it, not wanting to lose any of this time. Sleep could be found sometime later, sometime after the day had passed.
"What you thinking?" I asked into her hair, my fingers tracing lazy circles against the soft mound of her breast. Her hip shifted between my thighs as she turned, immediately stirring the blood in my resting cock.
Her lips brushed my neck when she spoke. "I don't want to leave this."
I pulled her tighter in my arms, her suppleness crushing alongside me like the tender petals of a flower in my palm. The sleepy daze in my head was falling away, melting beneath the heat that was beginning to rise. "I don't want you to leave."
Her fingers tightened into my ribs as she drew in a heavy breath. Her foot slid against my shin, pushing the blanket down even further. Cool air gathered over our bodies. "Shh. Don't," she whispered, her fingers stopping my lips before I could utter another word. Her body, lithe and graceful, slid around mine so that she was looking down into my face.
"I want you inside me once more before I leave."
Her lips spoke against mine, replacing the fingers that slid down my throat to rest on my chest, seeking out the beating of my heart. We melted into each other slowly, the taste of one another stirred by the cuatious touch of our tongues. Her breasts swung against my chest as she perched over my hips and my hands found their way to the sides of her thighs.
A soft groan echoed inside her as I playfully caught her lower lip between my teeth. My fingers kneaded the flesh of her ass and my tongue pushed past her lips with its urgency. I raised one hand to the nape of her neck, sliding under her silken hair. I could feel a moan rising in the back of my throat but it was as though the air within me had dissipated. My body tried arching upwards against her of its own violation, like the attraction between two magnets. I could not control myself when I was with her, wanting to give her everything within me.
I did not want this to hurry along. I was not a believer in fate, even though she laid in my arms. The time with her was fleeting, I knew, and I was not prepared to let go so soon. I would never know if she would ever find her way back into my arms. I did not want to let the moments I shared with her end so soon. "Oh god," she murmured when my teeth pressed against her tender throat. She tilted her head back, her breasts pushingdeeper against my chest. At the same time, her hips shifted over me, letting my stiffening cock free to rise up between her thighs. I imagined I could feel the moist lips of her cunt waiting to grant entrance, glistening my eager cock with readiness, her heat pressed against me becoming a smoldering fire wanting to be ablaze. The way her hips twisted, I knew she was waiting as well. We were both waiting, but I was scared now to rush forward.
