Bella & Lue: Unforgettable Goodbye

Last night,

Luke thought.

One more night is all we get.

He lied in bed, gripping the shoulder of Bella warmly. He willed as best he could to transfer his heat to her, knowing how utterly ridiculous it was.

I guess that's just the stupid stuff you do when you love someone this much

, he convinced himself many times before. At night, Bella frequently needed a sweater, jacket, blanket, pants, socks, or whatever else might hinder the warmth from escaping her body. This was just such a night.

However, they had been in the center of the bed, wrapped around each other, for quite some time. Distracting himself from more sobering thoughts, Luke took to keeping track of the time. At least an hour and a half passed. Over that time, Bella must have gotten warm because she had shed a beanie, a sweater, and her pants, leaving her in socks that reached halfway up her shins, seamless, dark-blue underwear, and a dark green tank top.

Luke adored the way this particular top formed around her chest and waist until scrunching up just above her hips. The neck of it also hung low, giving him unfettered visual access to her ample cleavage. In this position, with Bella's bare thigh stretching across his body and her body pressed up against his, the view was particularly alluring.

His bicep, where her head rested, was wet with her tears from not 10 minutes ago. With the opposite arm, Luke caressed her hair with a firm but gentle hand that said, "Everything is going to be alright."

Luke would leave town to return to school the following day. They both knew that they would rise early to ship him off; they both knew this wouldn't make it any easier to fall asleep. Every night before a departure, Luke couldn't help but hold Bella tight and stay awake as long as possible for a few extra moments with her, and Bella couldn't help but imagine the mammoth-sized hole in her life once he left. Tears came with the territory of a long-distance relationship. They both knew this too. And time only made it worse.

As he had done so many times already that evening, Luke pivoted his head to glance a kiss off the top of Bella's head. Every time he did, he was smothered by her hair, and he loved it. That night, she hadn't put it up. When she stood, it hung down to the bottoms of her shoulder blades. It was straight and jet black. Whenever she let it down like this, Luke couldn't help but notice the cute way that her eyes appeared darker. Typically, her eyes were two jade stones staring back at him, but that night, their dark color matched her hair.

Luke retreated from his short kiss, then quickly returned for a couple more. She looked up at him with a dried tear on her cheek. He licked his lips covertly and leaned in for an awkward sideways kiss. Their lips gently congregated for some time, almost as if slowly exchanging secrets with one another that the ears couldn't hear. Luke realized he failed at his time keeping. He looked at the clock and estimated it had been about 60 seconds.

Luke now leaned over her slightly. Bella's head reached as far as it could, begging for more. He used his free hand to smooth some of the hair out of her face before resting the hand on her cheek. He granted her wish with another series of kisses that were deeper than before. At some point, Luke realized that her hand had found his hips. He swung himself on top of her such that he loomed over with his torso between her thighs.

"I'm going to miss you so much," Bella croaked. From crying and not speaking for so long, her voice sounded incredibly unsexy. Luke didn't seem to care. He returned the sentiment in a similarly raspy voice. It was strange. When Luke's voice was like this, it sounded deeper and sexier to her.

Bella's hands both wrapped around him and dug underneath his shirt. She clawed and scratched his back as she reintroduced Luke's lips to her tongue. Her heart and genitals beat off the rhythm from one another. It felt as though her heart pounded so furiously that the shock waves could be felt down to her crotch. With every thump, she could feel her underwear getting colder.

Luke's hand grasped her waist as their faces continued to tango. Bella knew the order of things. He often liked to (not so) slyly maneuver his hands all around her torso until they landed on what they were truly after: her breasts.

Bella didn't have the patience for that.

She stopped him and wiggled her way out of her shirt, revealing a mountainous chest with pointed nipples. She was desperate for Luke to warm them up with his hands. Over the years, Luke had applauded her breasts time and time again for the way they hardly flattened when she lay on her back. His eyes widened. If they were strangers walking past each other on the street, she would've slapped him.

But this was Luke.

The animalistic nature of his gaze when it settled on her tits turned her on. This particular time, it sent a shiver through her. When they were apart, she sometimes let herself cry for a bit to get her emotions out. She missed him fiercely. If the mood happened to strike her, she would occasionally spend some of these trying moments wishing Luke was right there with her and she had her shirt off. That laser-focused look, although usually brief, made her feel so desired. So sexy. So loved.

Secretly, Bella wished he could just stay there a little longer and loathed him for moving. Forgiveness washed over her when his mouth met her nipple. Luke used his tongue to saturate one breast, and the other he gripped and squeezed so powerfully it made her back arc a bit; at least, she arced as much as she could with him pressed on top of her.

He pressed further into her, shifting his mouth's attention to her other nipple. It was then that Bella noticed how hard he was. When that part of his jeans touched her, it didn't feel like the softer exterior of a thigh or the curvature of his hips; it felt more like a large stone that someone had plastered in denim. She wanted to get in there.

Luke could feel himself getting carried away. He never liked when he got like this, but it was practically instinctual. The soft, almost silent moans forcing out of Bella made it even harder. He decided to allow his subconscious to take over for a little longer, continuing to suck at her nipples. They fit so perfectly. He man-handled a breast. He wrapped his whole mouth around it, taking in as much as he could. He inhaled through his mouth. Hard. Bella's gasp told him he was doing it right. His tongue slid along her tit many times over from inside his gaping jaw. Eventually, he retracted, clamping down his jaw a bit at the end to give her areola a small sting.

Bella yelped slightly, but when Luke locked eyes with her, her small heaves were coming through a grin that looked so genuine and alluring that he wished it would get stuck there. The eye contact was brief because he knew he had his fun for the time being. His lips went back to work, this time leaving strategic wet spots around the breasts and up to the collar.

He took his time there, violently attacking the base of her neck. Bella liked to tell him he had a talent for giving hickies. His attempts briefly softened as he realized he wouldn't be able to see any hickey on her for several months after this. Determination flooded his heart. If it was going to be months before seeing her, he would just have to give her a hickey that lasted for that long.

Luke's biting and sucking at her neck took Bella's breath away. Whatever he was doing right now was exactly what she needed... and also not what she ultimately wanted.

In the chaos of their writhing bodies and her moans--moans that only got louder when she tried to suppress them--Bella slithered her hands down their stomachs, stopping at his belt. As Luke moved onto another vulnerable part of her neck, she slid the belt's strap free from the oppressive loop. However, even the loop was no match for the buckle. The buckle acted as some sort of lock to the treasure inside.

Bella lurched and squealed sharply.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Luke's words were fast and controlled. His whole body went stiff. The needles she felt in her neck at the spot he was sucking at felt stronger than she believed they had ever felt before. He was insatiable tonight.

Bella closed her eyes and laid her head back on the bed. "Fuck, that felt good."

The silence was explosive. It lasted a small fraction of a second, but in that amount of time, the sexual energy boomed in the room, sending Luke back to work along her neck and Bella into a frenzy to get his pants off.

Luke was making it around the side of her neck, pushing her hair away as he did. She didn't know whether or not she wanted him to get to her ear. She knew that it would make her insides liquify with pleasure, but she also knew there was a possibility of it sending her into an unhinged fit of euphoria.

She decided to push this to the back of her mind and focus on the belt. The belt was well worn, so the prong didn't give her too much trouble. Once the buckle separated from the strap, she didn't even bother to unshackle it from the rest of the loops. Her hands went straight to work on his button and zipper. She'd undone them so many times in the past, she was surprised they still bothered to stay clasped around his manhood. Once his pants had been loosened, Luke stopped his adventures at her neck for a moment to help dispel them from the bed.

His underpants went with them, leaving only his twitching cock. If she didn't know any better, she would say that it shook because the head was somehow magnetized to her entryway. She reached for it in what felt like slow motion. The instant she reached it and managed to firmly encircle her hands around it, drops of liquid gold oozed out and onto the waiting sheets below.

Luke wanted to explode the moment Bella's hand squeezed him, but he couldn't let himself be whisked away yet. There was one more place he knew he needed to hit before they could say a sorrowful goodbye to each other. There was no way they could part without him giving her the full treatment, treating her like the queen she was. He wanted to please her in every way.

He first lowered his face back down to her, this time meeting her lips. His eyes shut on impulse as they swapped saliva. This time, their mouths were wide and their tongues adventurous. He always liked the way she would let him kiss her tongue. Even though she felt quite indifferent about it, she knew it made him happy. He liked playing with it, trying to steal it from her.

This was a brief reward for himself before returning to his mission. He traveled across her cheek and to the side of her head. He stopped. Bella started pulling at the skin of his meat. It felt divine. He breathed into her ear lightly, letting out a moan at the very end. She shuddered. He let his tongue ride the circumference of her ear like a rollercoaster going carefully uphill before the main event.

He finally nibbled at the upper part of her ear. When he did this, she quickened the pace of her breathing and her stroking. Luke could tell he was spilling all over the bed. He didn't care that there was no time to wash the sheets before they slept. He just knew it felt incredible and that he wanted Bella to feel the same way. He scaled her ears, turning bites into kisses back into bites.

At some point, without even realizing, he had grasped her breast once more. They both moaned familiarly. Running out of mental fortitude, Luke resigned to littering her body with literal lip service. He made his way back down to her succulent tits, around her neck, to the other ear, and back down again. His breathing was getting heavy. He couldn't tell if it was because of the speed he was traversing her or the fact that Bella had moved on to lubing up the head of his erection with precum and rapidly thumbing it. Probably both.

Bella was not one for talking much during sex. She preferred to speak with her body, and she loved how Luke listened to her. Well, at least most of the time. This time, he was so preoccupied that she thought he may never take the hint. He didn't even seem to notice that she was thrusting her hips upward into him while she stroked. She wanted him to fuck her senseless. She was ready. It just didn't seem like he was. He finally slowed down and seemed to take notice when her thumb started working his head.

When they locked eyes, she bit her bottom lip and went back to a slow, methodical hand motion. When he reached down and kissed her again, she had enough.

Bella jolted herself up from under him. She tried her best to keep massaging their lips together, but it wasn't as easy as movies made it look. She practically tore his shirt off, then she twisted him onto his back and straddled his waist. She felt his solid dick pressing against her ass. She towered over him now. The dim light from the ceiling fan above and her breasts worked jointly to cast two convex shadows upon his chest. There was that stare again.

Bella suddenly realized that she still had her underwear on. It was not in great shape at the moment. She wasn't about to waste another second, though, dismounting and removing them. She was ready.

Her legs straightened, lifting her into the air slightly. With one hand, she pulled her underwear to the side revealing her pussy to Luke. Her other hand she brought to her mouth. She had to work hard to produce some saliva. Her mouth was dry from her panting and moaning from before. With what little she could gather, she spit into her hand and rubbed her labia with it. She didn't need it. What a waste of time. She then braced herself on Luke's chest. She reached behind her and grabbed. She leaned. She pointed his cock toward her and sat herself back.

His moan could not have been less voluntary. As he glided into her, every inch was like paradise. Her pussy gripped him, making the journey in feel like a deluxe cock massage. Meanwhile, further inside of her, he felt intoxicating warmth as every nerve along his member fired blissfully. All his lips were able to muster along with his moan was, "Fuck."

Thankfully, she also seemed to want to savor the moment. Luke figured that if she went too fast too soon, he was going to cum instantly. He worried that this would ruin the whole night. Instead, Bella opted for a steadier approach that allowed them to take each other in.

Luke could already feel the semen rising into his shaft. He tried to keep his composure, but another thing not doing him any favors was Bella's form. Her ass looked so good as it went up and down, up and down on top of him. He squeezed it firmly. Her tits bounced ever so slightly to the rhythm high above him like the goddesses they were. Could they be goddesses? Bella was a goddess. How would that work? If each of her breasts were goddesses, what was Bella? Well, earlier, Luke thought of her as a queen. He supposed she was the Queen of Goddesses, and each of her tits were goddesses in their own rights. In that case, he decided, her ass was also a goddess. As was her pussy. Was her vagina a separate goddess? Why not?

This line of thinking was helping. Luke loved seeing Bella satisfied, and from experience, he knew the longer he could last the better. Bella's eyes were closed, her breathing was deep and moanful, and her hand squeezed one of her tits for dear life.

Bella felt full, but not satisfied. Her pussy got slicker. Her breaths were quicker as she picked up the pace. She leaned heavily into a back and forth motion that stimulated her clit against his pubis. The volcano within her was rumbling, and an eruption wouldn't be far behind if she continued.

Luke could see this in her. He knew how she liked it. He halted her progress and pushed her off of him. His strong arms hoisted her off the bed. He pulled her in for one prolonged kiss before spinning her around. A hand on her back forced her down, bending her hips along the edge of the bed. Her underwear finally hit the floor.

He smoothed his hand over one of her shapely ass cheeks that called up to him. He brought his hand back, swung it forward with muscle, and connected strongly with the cheek. The sound rang in his ear for a moment. He caught the tail end of a long moan from his love.

No time was wasted after that. Luke jammed his cock deep into her and followed it up with an epic series of rapid thrusts. Neither of them would last much longer at this rate in this position.

Luke sensed the building force within his cock, and Bella was so sexy from this angle. Her back always curved in an inviting way, as if to say, "Having you inside of me is the only thing that matters to me in the whole world." If Luke's hormones were a minefield, he was stepping wrong in every possible way. His brain popped with arousal.

There was no point in even fighting. Bella was craving a sweet release. She wriggled her arm underneath her while Luke pounded away. Each time their hips smacked together was an injection of pure pleasure straight to her heart and her genitals. Her hand found her pussy where she rapidly massaged her clit.

The volcano was smoking and causing earthquakes. The hot magma rose higher every time Luke spanked her. The eruption happened when Luke grabbed her hair from behind and yanked her torso up off the bed. Her mind was clouded by soot and ash. The lava melted her extremities, and her pussy was the source, quaking and pulsating. The orgasm took her, and she went limp. This put more tension on her hair, increasing the pain and pleasure. She couldn't produce words. Only moans and shrieks.

When he grabbed her hair, Luke wasn't prepared for the convulsing that followed. He could tell she was cumming. He quickened, trying to make it as pleasurable as possible for her. Not to mention the immense river that became a raging rapid within himself. He knew where the river flowed, and he knew the dam was going to break.

He just kept fucking her. Hard, fast pumps. As she came, his cock got squeezed tighter and tighter. This was too much to handle. He stopped with his dick deep inside of Bella. The dam shattered, releasing a steady flow of cum straight into her. Once. Twice. Thrice. Four times he felt the twitch of himself against her vagina walls.

Bella felt the spurts inside of her. They made her smile and laugh as she came down from her intense ecstasy. It was times like these when she felt the best decision she ever made was to go on the pill. She loved feeling his seed inside her. It turned her on instantly every time, and she could've gone another round with him if they weren't so tired from staying up so late.

She intentionally gripped his manhood tighter with her pelvic muscles. He released her hair, flopping her chest onto the bed. She moved her hips back and forth, reveling in the way he reveled in her. "Holy shit. Ugh," he cried. He was sensitive. She could tell. She fought him as he strongly grabbed her ass with both hands.

Apart from some heavy, slowing breaths, there was silence. When they both stopped gyrating, there was only one thing to say, and Luke said it.

"We left our socks on again." They laughed together.

After a quick, joint shower, Luke and Bella crawled back into bed, cuddled up next to one another, and stared off in their respective directions. Both faces were plastered with meaningful, loving smiles.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

After sex like that, they both could make it through a few months. There would be shock waves of that night for weeks to come, and they knew that they could look forward to such a night again in the future.