This Year 3

She lets out a final gasp, and goes limp. Her arms fall to her side taking the sheet with them. She focuses on me with her eyes fluttering, an addled smile on her lips. Happiness shines from her face.

I rise to my knees, shuffle forward, reach out and pet her flanks with my hands. I love the feel of her hot, slick skin. When she's close enough to touch, I have to touch her. A warm smile is plastered on my face. This night is even better than the last one.

Her expression firms as her strength comes back. Her hands let go of the cover and she reaches out to take mine. Our fingers intertwine in a gesture that only close lovers perform. We smile as one.

She wriggles towards me, lifts her hips and runs her glossy, wet vulva over my prick. Her mouth gains that touch of sinfulness. She tells me without words that she's not finished.

Grinning back at her, I change my position. Placing the crown of my cock where she wants it I lay myself over her.

With a sudden movement, she reaches out, wraps all her limbs around me. She pulls me close, snapping her hips up to fill herself with me.

With that action, our dynamic changes. Before this I was the one leading, guiding, demanding. Now, despite our position, she is the one who takes control. She wants, she needs, and she's taking. Taking everything I can give her.

I answer her demand. My hips pump in a forceful, driving rhythm. I give into her wish for a hard, rough fucking. She wants it, heavy, deep and aggressive. I'll always give her what she wants.

My hands go to her ass. I use them to pull her into my thrusts. I can feel her heated, damp skin against me, that wonderful feeling of my cock deep inside her with her squeezing my prick. I can feel the little splashes as my balls hit her perineum. The firm muscles of her ass tremble in my palms and her breasts roll under my chest.

She grunts in my ear, each one forced out by a stroke of mine. Her legs work, helping me fuck her. Her nails dig into my back, scratch as her madness makes her spasm.

My passion fills me, my movements grow frantic. I have to, have to, release myself in her. It's all I want, more important than air. My scrotum tightens and with a groan, I explode.

There's nothing now, nothing except my orgasm. I can't see a thing except the light that fills me. It flashes, bright then dim with each jet of my release. The only muscles working are those in my cock. Each spurt thunders inside me.

She releases a growl that syncopates with mine. Her body locks, her pussy snaps tight around me. With quivers, groans, she joins me in Elysium.

Once more, the barrier between us fades. We meld together, become just us. Drifting through a brilliant haze of joy our souls fuse into a single entity that exists in its own world. We wish we could stay here forever.

But we can't. We return to here and now. Weakly, we clutch at each other, holding on to the fading glory of our shared climaxes. Our sweat intermingles. We sound the same puffs of exhaustion.

I manage to lift my head, give her a loving kiss. Pulling back, I look at her.

Her face is beatific, full of the warmest satisfaction and joy. She raises her lips back to me. We kiss again, an action that communicates the strong, fine emotions of this perfect moment.

I roll off her. I'm too weak to stand. I reach under me, pull the bedspread and sheets down. She helps me. Once they're no longer under us, we draw them up again, cover ourselves. She turns on her side presenting her back to me. I spoon up, wrap an arm around her, pull myself close. She clutches at the sheet, pulling my part of it off me. With a chuckle, I reclaim it. The lovely lady gives a happy sigh and I lay a warm kiss on her shoulder.

That's the last thing I remember of that night.

* * * *


I wake up with the morning sun shining into the room. Instantly I lean my head forward to give her that little kiss again. She sighs, wiggles.

My bladder is screaming at me. Reluctantly I rise from our bed and use the facilities.

When I return, she's lying on her back, the sheet off her. My breath catches. She's so beautiful, rumpled and a little blurry from last night. She's a marvel and I'll carry this picture of her around in my soul.

"I've got to go, too," she announces as I come back to bed.

I watch that lovely ass as she walks away from me. Yet another photo I'll carry with me at all times.

When she returns we snuggle again, me on my back and her pressed to me. It's so natural, so comforting. I feel a little twinge of pain that we're only together for such a short time.

We talk, wandering from subject to subject. Her life, my life, what we did last night, how we feel about each other, what today will bring. Again, it's so comforting. We get along so well.

My hands start to ramble, playing with her sensitive spots. She loves morning sex. Soon we're both ready and we perform a short reprise of last night. We come quickly and together.

Once we recover we decide it's time for breakfast. We shower together, go to the restaurant next door and fill our empty stomachs. We hold hands as we go, as if we were a permanent, very happy couple.

We return to our room, watch Saturday morning cartoons for a bit. Invader Zim is on, a show we both love.

After a while we can hear others up and about. We go out to say good morning, head to the hotel's dining area and chat with people as they feed and caffeinate themselves. We sit close to one another, frequently reach out to take the other's hand, lean over for quick kisses.

Shortly before lunch a group of us head to the city to sight see. She and I sit together on the train, still holding hands. We chat with our friends, listen to the local members tell us about the city.

Our group has lunch and then scatters to explore the city. She and I wander a bit, then head to the art gallery, something we missed last year. It's a treat. The museum's collection is extensive and of the best quality. When we stop to admire a particular piece we always take the same position, me behind with my arms around her. It's the most natural way to share our viewing.

We head back to the train station at the appointed time. Rendezvousing with our group we head back to our hotel.

Once back, there's another alcohol run, and more pizza ordered. The night is quieter than the last. Most everyone was up late and the day in the city was tiring. My lady and I head off early.

We manage one sleepy languorous fuck before we sleep.

In the morning we awake together, shower and have breakfast again. There's a tension between us. Her plane leaves shortly and goodbyes will need to be said. Goodbyes neither of us want to make, but must.

I escort her to her room, help her pack. We still smile at each other, make little touches, kiss. The apprehension we feel takes a bit of the taste away.

Picking up her suitcase we head to the front desk and check her out. Done that, we go out to where her ride is waiting.

I set her case in the trunk, close it and turn to her. Stepping forward, I embrace her for the last time, kiss her hard. I want to remember this moment, this last moment, with happiness.

We pull apart. Her eyes sparkle, although her mouth is a little grim. My expression is the same. We don't want to say good bye, but our lives are too far apart and we're too deeply entrenched in them.

At the same instant our smiles return. We've both come to the same realization.

"Next year," she says.

"Next year," I reply.

It's a promise we'll keep.

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