"I can't keep doing this!" she told him. "It's driving me crazy. Yes. No. Yes. No. I thought this was going to be easy... Oh, God!" she breathed heavily, turning to embrace him.
She touched him everywhere. She wanted to remember every inch of him. Running her hands over his face, she traced the fine lines around his eyes that made him so sexy when he smiled. Down along his jaw, through his beard. She ran her hands to the back of his neck, ruffling her fingers through his hair. This had taken a lot out of him, but she still saw the guilt in his face. Guilt he would never be free from until she could finally set him free. She didn't think he knew it, but that was exactly what she intended to do today.
She reached down and gently pulled his T-shirt up over his head. She kissed him, her tongue exploring his. When she pulled away, she studied his face. She was searching for anything to tell her she was doing the right thing in setting him free. She saw it, even though she didn't want to.
She kissed him all over. His forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, his chin, his earlobes, his neck. Her hands feeling everywhere on him, so she would never forget. Pushing him gently toward the bed, she undressed for the last time with him. She crawled onto the bed and lay beside him, touching him, remembering him.
She lay in his arms, wishing she didn't have to leave them; knowing she would. "Just get it over with!" she told herself. Her hands began their journey. His chest, his arms. Touching and squeezing. This was tearing her up inside, but she wouldn't let him see the weakness. She got to her knees, reaching down to undo his jeans, her gaze taking in his sexy body for the last time, (at least in this way). He raised his hips as she slid his jeans off of his body. She hadn't spoken a word since their first embrace at the door. She couldn't trust herself to say anything. She hurt. Bad! It felt like a knife twisting in her chest, but he could never know.
He was already hard. She knew what she could do to him. Just thinking about it made him hard as a rock. She wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, sliding her hand up and down, feeling him, coaxing him.
She bent and took him into her mouth. Her movements slow, pulling at him, sucking him in and out of her mouth. Tears formed in her eyes, but she would not let them fall. Not here.
Staying on him, giving him the pleasure he wanted until he came. Milking the very last drop from him, making sure he would not forget too soon. Spent, he lay with his hand tangled in her hair, her head on his stomach.
A few moments passed and he asked, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she lied to him.
"Get up here," he said. "It's your turn."
He lay beside her, touching her. He touched her nipples, running his thumb over them. They responded to his touch as he kissed them, tracing circles around them with his tongue. He twisted his body around until he was between her legs. Tongue flicking over her body, his hands moving to her hips, he moved down. Lower and lower he moved on her.
She wanted to scream her pleasure, but instead she grabbed the pillow and bit into it. Then he was there. His tongue licking her clit. He teased her, nipping the bud with his teeth, as his hands moved over her body, caressing her. She gasped and clenched the pillow tighter in her teeth.
