farewell (18+)

11. Losing

Max and I left as soon as it was appropriate. The party carried on without us, obviously. It amused me that he only knew seven of the thirty-something people there.

We entered my dark apartment, and I immediately felt cold. We were closer to the finish line, and I was painfully aware of it. I walked up to Max, and he planted a sweet kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes and pulled his mouth to mine, enjoying his caring touch while I could. His hands stroked my back and arms fondly. We pulled away, and he was frowning.

"Candles," I said.

"What?"

"Candlelight would be nice. Should I light some candles?"

He sighed. "Whatever you want, love."

I was bothered by his dismissive answer. I was trying to make that night special, but I guess there was no point. He would be leaving anyway.

Max cut my line of thought by holding my face and planting a kiss on my lips. All my thoughts dissipated. Only the dull, insistent pain remained. He moved to my neck, my collarbone, made his way down my torso until he was on his knees. He ran his hands up my skirt and found my garter-belt. He looked up in delighted surprise, but his expression was tainted by something. The smile never reached his eyes. He pulled my skirt down and stood up again. I took his shirt off and took a mental note to keep it, for the scent, so I tossed it at a corner where he wouldn't find it.

I guided him to the bedroom, sprawling in the bed. He lowered himself over me, and I sighed under his weight. I ran my hands through his muscular back, while he kissed and licked me everywhere. We stayed tangled like that for a while, enjoying each other, no rush. The last thing I wanted was to rush this.

Finally, I pushed him on his back and kissed him all the way down to his lower belly. He propped up on his elbows and watched me open and take his jeans off, underwear and everything. I gripped him firmly, getting a loud grunt from him. I licked his tip, watching his jaw work. His head dropped on the pillows as I sucked him with gusto. He made the most beautiful sounds when I pleasured him, taking shallow, uneven breaths that spoke louder than any words. I loved to have this power over him.

I kept working him up and down, my tongue swirling around him. He called my name and begged me to keep going. I sped up at his request. He took a handful of my hair and tried to move me quicker. I tried my best not to gag once he took control. He was losing it. Soon, he was shooting at the back of my throat, his vicious grip letting go of my scalp. He visibly relaxed against the mattress. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"I'm fine." I laid by his side. "I had tighter grips on my hair before."

He quietly laughed. "Okay. I'm not jealous."

"You so are!"

He closed his eyes, rubbing his face. I could tell he was tired. He had an eleven-hour flight the next morning.

"You should rest," I said.

"I should... But not yet."

Max rolled over and kissed me hungrily, reaching between my legs. I ground against his hand, pulling him close to me. He stopped kissing me, and I quivered in anticipation as his head came lower. He took my translucent panties off, spread my legs apart and got to work, sending me to nerve heaven.

I writhed and sighed, feeling the warmth and wetness of his mouth against me. His tongue ran over my slit once, twice, swirling and lapping. I chocked on my screams, grabbing the sheets above me as I hit my first climax of the night.

I looked up and saw Max wipe his mouth clean. I reached my table lamp and lit it up so I could see him. I wanted to imprint his features in my mind so I wouldn't forget him any sooner. He climbed up the bed to kiss me, and I tasted myself in his mouth. We sat up, barely breaking the kiss. I reached down and felt him. He was almost ready, so I pumped him the rest of the way, catching his moan with my mouth. He held my face as if to keep me from pulling away. I did it anyway, and he bit his lip, eyes remaining closed.