Author's note: This is the second part in a multi-part story detailing a couple's final hours together. Please start with Closure Pt. 01. I purposely withheld too many extraneous details regarding external description and background because, for me, it is the eroticism, the sex and the connection that fuel my stories and my characters. I find that writing about short flashes of intense intimacy is what works for me. This is me.
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The orgasm you just gave me was merely a reflection of the intensity with which we felt for each other, of our relationship. As I admired you there, on your knees, staring up at me from between my legs, your lips covered in my cum, my heart yearned for more, for all of you. I knew that in the mundane reality of our daily lives we could not be, we could never exist together. But in our moments of intimacy, our connection was so strong that we could not resist the pull no matter the pain it caused for everyone.
You crawled up onto the bed from your knees, naked and vulnerable, and laid down beside me. You carefully untied my hands and leaned in to gently kiss my lips for the first time in what felt like forever. I savored every moment of your warm soft mouth and sweet taste, knowing this would soon be over. You stared into my eyes for a long time, absorbing all that you had missed since we had last been together months before. I reached down and grabbed your beautiful cock which had softened a bit since you last fucked my swollen red lips just moments before. Before you devoured me and then swallowed all of the sweet cum I had built up for you.
I stroked your length, slowly at first, enjoying feeling it grow in my hands. Precum dripped from your thick shiny tip and I dragged it onto my finger and pushed it into my mouth eagerly, wanting to taste you. I love your taste. Your texture. You began to swell again as I jacked you off intently, long thorough strokes. My hips instinctively gravitated towards you. One of your hands covered mine on your hardening dick, guiding me how you liked. The other squeezed my full breast and pinched my erect nipple, making the slit between my legs warm and moist once again.
I sat up and placed both hands on your muscular chest while I straddled your torso. Feeling your soft dark body hair between my fingers. Your cock rested under my dripping opening. I moved up onto your perfect tip until it was pushing against my clit and then my opening. I rocked back and forth slowly, gliding in my juices, teasing us both. You moved your hands to my ass and pulled me forward across your chest and neck until my thighs straddled your face. Your trim beard tickling my lips, your tongue tracing every fold, you began to eat me. You plunged your fingers inside me, pulling hard against my bone, while the other hand gripped my ass. There was no space between us. My hips circled into you as I quietly moaned and I began to fuck your face as you wanted. We both wanted.