and teeth and tongue moved along him al the ways I knew
he liked it best.
He was moaning in minutes, his hips thrusting upward. I
took it al, his cock down my throat as far as I could, and
when he came, I took al that, too. He fel back, panting,
onto the pilows, and I crawled up him again to kiss his
mouth. Then I tucked myself up next to him in the place
that had always been mine.
He was quiet for a while, and I didn't want to talk. The rise
and fal of our breathing timed itself to each other. I put a
hand on his chest to feel the thump of his heart. Austin put
his hand over mine, and our fingers linked.
I fel asleep that way and woke to light outside my window
and a soft stroking between my legs. I didn't open my
eyes. If it was a dream, and it might have been, since the
entire night felt so unreal, I didn't want to wake. The
stroking hit me just right through the soft material of my
pajama bottoms and panties. I shifted, just enough, and
Austin paused to pul the fabric over my hips and thighs.
The bed dipped when he settled back between my legs.
At the first puff of his breath I let out a sigh. When his lips
brushed my already erect clitoris, I put a hand over my
mouth to hide my smile, and when he sucked gently on me,
I bit down hard on my skin to keep in the groan.
Austin ate my pussy like it was his last meal on earth, and I
gave up to the pleasure without hesitation. Aside from
murmured yes or two, I gave him no instructions. I didn't
have to. He didn't need me to guide him, because he
already knew how to do everything I liked.
I came softly, a slow and subtle rippling of my cunt under
his tongue rather than a ful-out blast of climax ripping me
apart. It was good that way. Smooth.
He moved up my body and looked into my eyes as he slid
inside me. So wet he had no resistance, I couldn't hold
back my cry of delight when Austin's cock filed me. He
gathered me close. His every thrust rubbed my clit and I
wrapped my legs tight around him to keep him close
enough to bring me off again. We came within seconds of
each other, me without words and Austin shouting my
name in a passion-strangled voice.
He roled off me, and I didn't jump out of bed to get in the
shower, or even to grab a cloth from my nightstand.
Boneless, sated, I didn't want to move. Fragile, too,
because I couldn't look at him. I was afraid of what I might
see in his face.
It was probably too late for us, and love realy didn't
conquer everything. We'd tried to be together and hadn't
made it work. It hadn't hurt for years, but that didn't mean
I didn't remember how much it had.
