passing through my skin, erasing the terrible dream.
"So do you want to go out tonight, or stay in?" he asks.
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"Well, it's a bit of a walk to town, but it's nice. I saw a moose the other night," he says. "But we could always stay in. Though we could try and get you a ride while we're there. You know, for tomorrow."
His voice cracks and sharp, cold sadness stabs through my heart. "I could just stay."
But we've discussed it before and I know I can't. My dad would go crazy for one thing, and I need to finish school, so I'll have more choices next year.
"It's only for a few more months, then I'll come home," he mutters, his hand running down my cheek, but I'm not sure he knows he's doing it.
"I might not be able to wait that long," I say and I don't know why. I truly don't want to make him feel any worse than he already does.
"You will, Gail, you're all kinds of strong. You just have to believe you can," he says. And maybe he's right, because sometimes he seems to know me better than I know myself.
"I think I'd rather stay in," I say later, as the setting sun is bleeding into the pure white blanket of snow covering the world outside the window.
"Me too," he says and hugs me from behind, his hands holding onto mine across my belly.
The thought of leaving is freezing my insides, my body so heavy and hard inside, that it immediately swallows up the spark of heat roused by his touch.
He kisses my neck softly and I lean back into him, let him hold me up. His lips travel down to my shoulder, back up to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.
"I thought we could do all those things we won't get to for awhile," he whispers, and a shudder racks through me, ending in a sob.
"Or not," he mutters and kisses the top of my head, his gaze melting into me through the nearly translucent reflection in the window.
I pull away and take his hand, lead him to the bedroom.
Once there, I push him down so he's sitting on the edge of the bed and take a few steps back. He licks his lips as I pull my sweater off and my boobs pop free. I'm not actually wearing any underwear, but I wish were so I could do this properly.
Only it doesn't matter, because his eyes are like feathers all over my skin, and I'm glowing, perfect, as beautiful as I'll ever be.
I walk toward him slowly, naked, floating as though suspended on invisible ropes. He rises and runs his hands across my stomach, my breasts, wrapping them around my neck as he pulls me in for a kiss, his lips soft, and tender, his tongue hard, demanding entry. Which I grant. And always will.
I help him take off his own clothes, slowly, like it's the last time. And then I'm laying on my back in the center of the bed, his tongue sending sparks across my body as it traces the path down my neck, across the soft rise of my breasts, twirling around my right nipple before traveling to my left. The spot between my legs is so hot it's cold. I trash against the bed as his tongue passes across it, right before his lips wrap around my lower ones, the pressure relentless. He licks across my hole and back up, opening me up, every bump on his tongue sending off fireworks.
But I can't let him do this on his own.
I prop myself up on elbow and ask him to climb on the bed with me. He lies back and I kneel my his side, my fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. But he pulls me up on top of him before I can take it in my mouth, his breath hot on my pussy again, his cock just inches from my mouth.
I suck the head in, just as his tongue passes over the tender spot at the top of my opening. I take more of him into my mouth, sucking gently, seeing how much I can swallow. His tongue is back on my lower lips, suckling them, sending shivers down my legs. I moan as his tongue enters me again, hard and insistent. His cock twitches in my throat, and I know he's close, so I pull my mouth off, because this can't end. I lick the side of his shaft, his tongue circling my
"So do you want to go out tonight, or stay in?" he asks.
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"Well, it's a bit of a walk to town, but it's nice. I saw a moose the other night," he says. "But we could always stay in. Though we could try and get you a ride while we're there. You know, for tomorrow."
His voice cracks and sharp, cold sadness stabs through my heart. "I could just stay."
But we've discussed it before and I know I can't. My dad would go crazy for one thing, and I need to finish school, so I'll have more choices next year.
"It's only for a few more months, then I'll come home," he mutters, his hand running down my cheek, but I'm not sure he knows he's doing it.
"I might not be able to wait that long," I say and I don't know why. I truly don't want to make him feel any worse than he already does.
"You will, Gail, you're all kinds of strong. You just have to believe you can," he says. And maybe he's right, because sometimes he seems to know me better than I know myself.
"I think I'd rather stay in," I say later, as the setting sun is bleeding into the pure white blanket of snow covering the world outside the window.
"Me too," he says and hugs me from behind, his hands holding onto mine across my belly.
The thought of leaving is freezing my insides, my body so heavy and hard inside, that it immediately swallows up the spark of heat roused by his touch.
He kisses my neck softly and I lean back into him, let him hold me up. His lips travel down to my shoulder, back up to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe.
"I thought we could do all those things we won't get to for awhile," he whispers, and a shudder racks through me, ending in a sob.
"Or not," he mutters and kisses the top of my head, his gaze melting into me through the nearly translucent reflection in the window.
I pull away and take his hand, lead him to the bedroom.
Once there, I push him down so he's sitting on the edge of the bed and take a few steps back. He licks his lips as I pull my sweater off and my boobs pop free. I'm not actually wearing any underwear, but I wish were so I could do this properly.
Only it doesn't matter, because his eyes are like feathers all over my skin, and I'm glowing, perfect, as beautiful as I'll ever be.
I walk toward him slowly, naked, floating as though suspended on invisible ropes. He rises and runs his hands across my stomach, my breasts, wrapping them around my neck as he pulls me in for a kiss, his lips soft, and tender, his tongue hard, demanding entry. Which I grant. And always will.
I help him take off his own clothes, slowly, like it's the last time. And then I'm laying on my back in the center of the bed, his tongue sending sparks across my body as it traces the path down my neck, across the soft rise of my breasts, twirling around my right nipple before traveling to my left. The spot between my legs is so hot it's cold. I trash against the bed as his tongue passes across it, right before his lips wrap around my lower ones, the pressure relentless. He licks across my hole and back up, opening me up, every bump on his tongue sending off fireworks.
But I can't let him do this on his own.
I prop myself up on elbow and ask him to climb on the bed with me. He lies back and I kneel my his side, my fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. But he pulls me up on top of him before I can take it in my mouth, his breath hot on my pussy again, his cock just inches from my mouth.
I suck the head in, just as his tongue passes over the tender spot at the top of my opening. I take more of him into my mouth, sucking gently, seeing how much I can swallow. His tongue is back on my lower lips, suckling them, sending shivers down my legs. I moan as his tongue enters me again, hard and insistent. His cock twitches in my throat, and I know he's close, so I pull my mouth off, because this can't end. I lick the side of his shaft, his tongue circling my
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