We were roommates for three years. I liked her. We enjoyed each other's company. We both had no permanent relationship. We went to movies, to shopping, and to the many restaurants together. I did not know if I loved her. But when she told me she was leaving for another city, I felt a part of me was leaving. I did not know if she felt about me as deeply, and did not want to think about it. I wanted to enjoy our last days together, so did she.
The day before she planned to leave, we went to have the last dinner together. We talked about everything and felt happy as ever before. Then we went home. I closed the door, put my keys in the tray, and felt a bit low. She sat on the sofa and did not say anything. When I was about to enter my room, I heard, 'hey, give me a hug'. I smiled, turned around, and she was behind me. I pulled her into my arms, telling myself that when she let go, I should let go too. But the hug was getting too long than I expected. I give her a few pats on the back, loosened a little bit. She straightened up, looking at me with this saddened smile, hands still on my waist. Then I got this impulse from nowhere that I took her head and put my lips on hers. It was soft, warm, and moist, as I imagined before.
I started nibbling on her lip, and felt her biting on mine. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and took away my air. I was dizzy. I wrapped my arms around her, fumbling into my room, falling with her into bed. I took off her blouse, unhooked her bra, separated her legs with one knee, and moved us further into the bed. She mumbled 'fuck me' and rubbed her hip against me. I slid my hand into her jeans. It was flooding, drenching her underwear. We got rid of the fabrics in the way. I squeezed two fingers into her, enjoying being surrounded by her, wet, soft and warm. I found the hard spot and gave it a tickle. I felt her squirming under me. I started pulling on that spot. She was trembling and gasping for air. I kissed my way down, picked a nipple, sucked on it and pinched on the other. It felt like a tough little berry. She was wiggling so much that I decided to devote my full attention to her sweet juicy pussy. I let go of her nipple, pulled back her luscious meat, exposing her clit, and started sucking.
My other hand relentlessly sent two hooked fingers thrusting, bringing her bumping into me with each pull. My tongue circles the smooth round button of hers, caressing and pressing on it. She held on to my head tightly with both hands, arching her back, spreading her legs, inviting me in with each stroke. Her breath quickened, her legs rubbing against my ears, fumbling for support, her moan became staccato. Her muscle stiffened under my palm, her hands tried to push me away, but I would not let go. I took another deep suck, with the help of another unreserved pull from my fingers, held her button between my teeth, brushed it quickly with my tongue. I felt another warm gush from deep her warm hole, and the firm pressure around my fingers. Her head was raised aloft. She let out an uncontrolled cry. Then the tension and pressure left. She fell back into the bed spasming, her eyes half-closed, lips parted and chest tantalizingly pink.
I wiped her juice off my lips and chin, crawled up to give her a peck behind her ear, slowly rubbing my thigh against her, and running my hands up and down her soft and warm body. I savored her smell with each breath. It was great feeling her beneath me.