Goodbye Till Tomorrow

There was urgency. It wasn’t time, this time. They had plenty of that; the whole day, in fact. They were lucky this time. But it was just that it had been too damn long and it promised to be a long time coming in the future.

“You’re sure…?”

“Mm-hmm…”

The house was empty till dinnertime. It was just plain luck. She reached down and her fingers grazed the wooden plank his bed lay on.

His breath on her neck tickled, but she was so intent on his nearness that it didn’t even register the way it would have otherwise. She sighed in contentment mingled with desire. It sounded tacky, but this really was what she felt. She wanted him never to stop, but she wanted him at the same time. So badly, the yanking need in the pit of her stomach was getting hard to ignore.

“Wait, you mind if we… I really, really want…”

She felt terrible for saying it, but the feeling of his skin on hers, the presence near her leg, the painful want were all a tad much for her self control. Besides, he was leaving tomorrow. She needed him now.

Mm… So good, SO good this felt.

She watched as he prepared himself, leaned down and kissed him, and then they turned over. She gasped as he entered. Oh GOD, so good. She held on to him almost for dear life. “Stay like that for a sec? If you don’t mi--” His lips cut her off and she kissed him back, relishing every moment, knowing that these memories would return and kick her in the gut when she was away.

Slowly, as he began moving, she sighed and moaned together. He was so close, so warm, his sweat was attractive. She couldn’t believe how well they fit together; she didn’t want to move apart. He moved faster and faster, gasping slightly. She felt the pressure herself, the desperate stretching, the hand she held gripped hers harder and harder, till he finally stilled.

She almost grabbed at him as he left to clean up. It was torture to wait for him to return, but eventually, the door opened and he came back and lay down.

She snuggled into his warm arms, savouring the feel of his hands all over her body. She loved to have his hands roaming her like this, she felt so cared for, so protected, so wanted. And she wanted him despite the events of the recent past. It was insane, this insatiable need.

Her hands floated over his face, his neck, his smooth, smooth back. She loved how his back felt under her hands, she loved to smooth her hands down his sides, loved the little hollow between his upper and lower back. She loved his scent; there were times that just that little whiff was enough to set her off. She lifted herself off her side and moved lower down, kissing her way along, experimentally flicking her tongue in and out. She reached her target, enjoying how the taste retained the memory of their recent interaction. “I’m sorry you’ve to taste plastic…”

She grinned, “Hey, small price to pay for the rest of this package.”

He reached down and brought her higher so his lips could reach hers. She clung to him like there would be no tomorrow, hands roaming everywhere she could reach. All they could hear in his room was the fan and the odd moans she couldn’t stop. He moved to her neck, collarbone, biting, licking, kissing, and teasing her. He let his weight pin her down and breathed at her neck, hands at her sides. Helpless, she felt every ticklish sensation and writhed in a fit of giggles, half-heartedly pushing him away. He raised his face to grin at her panting, flushed, sweating face “Evil boy.” She whispered at him. He replied, kissing her hard.

Slowly, he floated lower, sucking and kissing and biting till he reached his destination and she gasped. Oh man. It was her turn to grip his hand in mindless expression of the sensations he inspired. There went the want again, prodding, prompting, driving her to tug at his hand reluctantly, until they combined their rhythms again, moving slower this time, as she unconfidently rocked or raised and lowered herself, his nails tracing patterns down her back till his urgency got him to hold her close and take matters into his own capable hands as she felt her hair getting damper and damper, and they finally rolled off each other. He headed for the bathroom after a parting, lingering kiss.

She lay back, still feeling his arms around her, still feeling the rhythm, craving his nearness again. He returned, and this time they lay there, intertwined, just being together.

“I’m going to miss you.”

It was always her who said it first. “So much…” He was good with the voice modulation. She loved it when he said it like that; there wasn’t much she didn’t like about him, now that you come to it. But his wonderful voice, it made her melt.

She hugged him closer, feeling the pressure of his arms in reply.

“I’m so lucky.”