Everything moved in the soft and slow motion. The feel of her clothing beneath his fingers, the supple texture of her satiny skin against his fingertips, the silky feel of her hair tangled into his fists and her tongue in his mouth as they kissed longer and harder than they had ever kissed before, all combined to create in him desire so strong that there was no turning away from it.
All he wanted was her. He wanted to touch her, and he wanted to taste her. He wanted to feel her oils across his lips and in his throat. He wanted the feel of her nipples in his mouth. He wanted to feel her slick depths gripping his rod as she gasped from the pleasure that he gave her.
Then they were on the bed, and he indeed tasted her. Her oils spread across his lips and then into his throat and he reveled in the unique and enticing flavor that was hers and hers alone. Heather: that’s what his heart and mind cried out to him as his fingers slid inside her willing inner walls. Her folds pulsed open and closed around him as his tongue massaged the high-standing flesh of her and his member gave off a thick pulsing throb that left a small streak of his juices on the bed sheet below it.
Her cries got longer and louder as his fingers moved faster within her walls, opening them for the thick rod he wanted so desperately to bury within her body.
She cried out again, her hips lifting and lowering and her fingers yanking painfully at his hair as her hips ground into his face, and her walls clenched faster around his fingers. She began to jerk under his tongue. Her fluids rushed from her body, coating his entire chin and mouth. He slowly pulled his head up, and his fingers out of her wet and sopping crotch, and then his hand caught at his member, guiding it to that wetness.
His hips pistoned forward and then he was inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands flattened against the mattress as he strained above her, his flesh parting hers and taking him over the edge and into a shuddering orgasm that left the point of his chin digging into her shoulder and his body limp on top of hers.
Silence spun out between them. He rested there, taking his weight off her body enough not to hurt her but close enough that he could enjoy the warmth and soft surfaces of her skin.
He could smell her fragrance on his fingers, in his nostrils. He knew this was the last time. The portal would open soon enough, and because he had so much to do before it did, a castle to guard and missions to fly, he knew he would not get to lie with her like that again.
He could not do that. He might be breaking the law just by doing so, attempting to use something as biased and fleeting as human passion to force her to stay when it had to be her choice, and she had to have a better reason for it than that.
She spoke. “I should go. Christy needs me.”
He needed her. He could not say that to her though, so he just said nothing at all as she dressed and left the room, leaving him in silent misery.
