the Devil and the Sea

73| Under the Pleiades

Vincent leans into my face and kisses every inch of it. Putting my hands on his neck, I pull him towards me and bite my bottom lip. Vincent leans over me and, spreading his knee around my legs, begins to rub against me.

He runs his hand over my cheek. I've already been touched by another guy, but Vincent does it in his own way, in a special way, and it doesn't matter if I'm making it up now. What a pity that he cannot do this for the rest of my life. I look into his eyes and feel a single tear is about to roll down my cheek.

But I don't let it happen. The words of Vincent roll inside my head like waves from the sea, calming, soothing, but brash and fierce: "do you want to dive in sorrow, or enjoy our last time". The tear goes back to where it should have never left. I choose Vincent. Sadness will come with a crushing blow. But not now. Not today. Today I focus on Vincent. My Vincent. One last time.

Vincent holds himself on one arm while he uses to other to caress my body. He presses his thigh against mine, and goosebumps run for a few moments. I was so pleased to feel the weight of his body.

He pulls off my shorts and underpants, deliberately delaying. I help him get rid of his clothes. It's chilly outside, but we're warmed by the heat that's been engulfing us since we first kissed. Perhaps I want him just because he won't be here anymore in two days, or maybe it's something more.

I'm scared that it's something more.

I've gone too far. I can no longer pretend that the thought of breaking up doesn't hurt. Still, it won't break me. I'm sure I can manage when he leaves. All this time, I have set myself up for this.

I am met with piercing blue eyes. I still haven't learned to read them. I will never guess how he will look at me, and what he is thinking at this moment. Such cold penetrating blue eyes at the beginning of our journey and how they burn now - it drives me crazy.

Vincent gently wipes a tear from my cheek with his thumb.

"Don't cry, I don't want to break your heart." His insinuating voice breaks my heart.

I grin and reach into his ear to whisper:

"I won't let you do that."

Vincent doesn't answer and kisses the crook of my neck and reaches down to where our bodies almost touch. He runs his fingers over my moistened folds and my body shudders with pleasure. He bites and sucks on the delicate skin of my neck, and his cock rests right on my pussy and this sensation drives me crazy.

Vincent trails kisses from my neck to my chest, and licks my nipple with his tongue. I let out a moo and a groan at the same time, it sounds like a plea for him to continue. He begins to suck on the sensitive nipple, his free hand squeezing the other breast.

"Please, Vincent." It comes out of me with a groan and I lift my hips to feel his cock against my skin again.

"You want me to do this, don't you, devil? Do you want me to fuck you?"

I follow his hand with my eyes: he squeezes his cock into a fist and drives his head along my wet folds and rests against the entrance, but does not push inside.

Oh my God.

"I want you to make this one last time unforgettable."

"You are wrong here: this is not the last time." Vincent makes eye contact with me.

He keeps running his dick all over my pussy and teasing me.

"You do realize this is the last time." I whisper, hoping he won't agree.

"It won't be the last time, devil. I will do everything to be able to fuck you for the rest of our days." He breathes into my mouth. "We should be together. I won't agree with any other outcome."