Longest Days (The Firsts) by C.L. Quinn

her.  He continued down her body until he slipped further down the old mattress to lift her buttocks with his palms and bury his inventive tongue in her.  He teased and tugged.  Gentle and quick.  Just the right places, while his hands caressed her skin in feather-like motions that nearly drove her mad.  When she came, it was exquisite.  Eillia threw back her head and let out a primal cry.   This man was very skilled.  God, how she missed the passion, the sensations that were soul deep. She was sure she would never feel this way again after Hamid.  But Daniel was an amazing surprise.   She shoved him back and climbed on top of him.  He grabbed her small body and turned her onto her back again.
    Daniel lowered his head and whispered into her ear.  “My turn to be on top.”
    For the second time tonight, she took a pause.  He shouldn’t remember anything from before.  Although, since  they were involved in the same activity, some of the memory may be leaching back.  He didn’t seem to notice, so she brought herself back to the moment.
    He entered her and surged forward, carefully, moving slowly, letting his penis do what his tongue had done earlier, caressed her.  But she wanted heat…fire…passion.  Eillia thrust upward and captured him as she tightened herself around his sex, while she pulled his head down to bite his neck.  Not to feed, she didn’t break the skin, but to make him pay attention.
    “Ride me,” she whispered, “Hard.”  And he did.  Hard and fast, deeper and deeper, until she felt him merge with her again, pulling them both to the brink of an orgasm where they lingered, just on the edge, and then swept over to shattering explosions of pleasure.  He dropped on her afterward for just a moment and then rolled away quickly.
    “You okay?  You’re so small.”
    “You can’t hurt me, Daniel. I’m unbreakable.”
    He pulled her to him and kissed her neck softly.  “I’d never let anyone break you.”
    Eillia closed her eyes.  This was so perfect, here, with him, like they were lovers.  They weren’t.  They’d just had sex, and it was incredible, but it couldn’t be more.  Déjà vu, she thought.  Didn’t I just go through this last night?  But tonight, she let herself enjoy him and the closeness.  Because this would be the final time she let herself lay with him.
    It was time to go home.  Maybe not today. Or tomorrow.  But soon.  There were people who loved her out there and it was far past time to let them know she was alive.  He couldn’t be a part of that.  He wasn’t from her world.
    She caressed his face as she turned to him.
    “Would you sleep with me?  Just this once?”
    She didn’t need to see him nod.  She could feel him.  He would.  For some reason, he thought he loved the woman he thought she was.  This…this mystery woman from his dreams.   She hoped he would find someone wonderful like her someday.  As she fell asleep in his arms, she wished it could be her.
     
     
     
    Just before what would have been dawn, Eillia woke him with a kiss.  He rolled into her, ready to go again by the erection that pushed against her side.  She looked at him in the darkness, her vision very good even in dim light, and saw a face she knew she could wake up beside for a long number of years.  Or forever.  Too bad the choice wasn’t hers to make.  He didn’t belong to her.  But she wanted him this one last time.  She wanted to give herself this final memory.
    He began kissing her on the neck and moved to her breasts, but before he could move below, she took his face in her hands and told him, softly, “Just get inside me.  I want to feel you fill me up.”
    He hesitated because he could feel her sadness.  “Are you alright?” he asked.
    “I am.  More all right than I’ve been in a long time.  You’ve made the difference.  Just hold me close.  I want to feel you come inside me.”
    He slid into her slowly.  This was very different than