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I kissed her, with everything I had left, pressed my lips to hers until she pulled away. We laid there together, god knows how long, just staring at the stars in each other’s eyes. I could feel her warm hands on my back, holding me close to her, not letting me go for even a moment. It was the end and neither of us wanted to admit it so we just stayed there, bodies touching, the night air staved off by the warmth of our breath on each other’s faces.
I loved her so much. More than anyone I ever had, really. That first moment we touched, her fingers suddenly entangled with mine, I knew my world would never be the same. Now she was leaving, off to live a life that I could never be a part of. She was the beautiful, kind, perfect moon and I was the bright, lustful, imperfect sun. Even the sun and moon can only love each other from afar.
So that night, under the dwindling stars, it was our last day. The last late evening before she was swept away from me.
“It’s okay,” she whispered to me, but her voice trembled with an unsteady rhythm that soon turned into quiet sobs, her fingernails digging into my back in a futile attempt to keep me there, “I’m not going away forever, right? I’ll see you again someday, won’t I?”
I didn’t have a response. Truthfully, I didn’t know. She was crossing the ocean, and a million things can happen when you live across the world. I slid out from under her grasp, gently kissing her collarbone. She whined, quieting the tears that had started to fall from her sparkling eyes.
“What will I ever do without your touch?” She asked longingly, “I live my every day of your fingers and tongue and lips, the feel of your breasts pressed against mine. What will I do, deprived as I will be of your porcelain skin and silky hair?”
“I don’t know,” I responded, lips trailing down her stomach. “You’re a physical necessity, my beautiful Anne. I will live the rest of my life, waiting for the day my lips will touch yours again.”
Her back arched and I could feel her breath catch as my lips brushed against her hipbones.
“Just one more time?” she begged, her chest rising and falling faster and faster as I trailed my tongue across her waistline.
I kissed her once more, our lips as one for a brief few moments before I pulled away, brushing a curl behind her ear. “Okay. One more time.”
Finally I reached back down, my fingers spreading her clit open, exposing the pink folds against her beautiful, dark brown skin. I kissed her breast, tongue swirling around her firm nipple. God I’d always loved those breasts. The feel of them in my hands, those nipples that enraptured you like a siren’s song, compelling you, begging you to suck on them and never let go.
That’s all I wanted to do in that moment, fondle her until the sun came up, but her whine told me she was growing impatient.
“What do you want, Anne? Tell me.” I goaded, my finger rubbing softly on her clitoris. I could feel the stickiness still, her flower already sensitive from the first three orgasms. I’d always had a knack for pleasuring her, sliding my fingers into just the right place to make her squirm and moan. It was the only thing that made me happy anymore, watching her trying to stave off the wave while I refused to let up.
“I want you to… to touch me. Please keep touching me.” She responded, breath coming in gasps now.
“And?” I teased further, my other hand squeezing her soft thigh, pulling it up around me.
“I- I want you to… to… oh!!” She exclaimed as my fingers finally penetrated her flower.
“Finish your sentence, dear.” I chided, my fingers exploring her insides, “I’d hate for you to leave me in suspense.”
“Oh- oh god! I want you to… make love to me! I want you to take me! One more time! Please!” She responded, her voice getting higher pitched as her back began to arch and her arms began to grasp wildly, looking for something to hold onto. “Please pleasure me!”
“That’s all I wanted to hear” I whispered, and I didn’t hold back.
My lips were on her flower before she could even react, my tongue tasting the sweet pollen left behind by her last climax. As my fingers exited her hole, I felt her entire body shudder with pleasure. I was already getting to her, but I wasn’t ready to let this end. Not the last time. My fingers still wet with her juices, I snuck my tongue back up her beautiful body: waist, stomach, breasts, collarbone, neck, all the way up to her ear where I whispered “You taste heavenly tonight. Would you like to try?”, lifting my wet fingers up to her mouth.
She nodded and hungrily sucked on my fingers, her tongue licking them clean.
“Good girl…”
That seemed to strike a nerve as she began to whine again, longing for my touch. For a moment, I completely forgot about the cold night air, the clearing we lay in away from the pressures of society. Everything just melted away and the only thing left was the woman beneath me, gravitating towards my touch. She was sprawled out on the ground, her hands clawing in the grass, her curls a mess, her legs wrapped around me. I could feel the pulsating heat from her flower, still dripping from where I’d touched it moments ago. I could see her breasts shifting with every rise and fall of her chest. I could see her mouth partially open, her cheeks red, her eyes fighting to stay focused. Looking at her like this made my own clit pulsate with longing. In fact, I could see where some of my own excretion had dripped onto her thigh.
“Please…” she begged weakly “I can see you dripping. Pleasure yourself with me. Let us reach this final climax together.”
I nodded, kissing her deeply one last time before I lifted her leg and put my flower to hers, our liquids mixing together. I don’t remember much of what happened next other than the most intense feeling of pleasure I’ve ever felt. I remember her flower rubbing against mine, faster and faster, her leg against my chest. I remember pushing each other through the dirt, our moans and shortened breaths mixing as we become one entity, rubbing back and forth, over and over.
I stifled a yelp as I felt the climax take me, but I didn’t stop, and soon it became too much and I cried out and at the same time, I could hear her moans getting louder and louder until she too climaxed, jerking against me until we were both panting messes on the ground, our flowers spraying their pollen over each other’s bodies. Finally, I let my body relax, the last waves of foggy pleasure dying out around me, the trees and the night sky finally coming back into focus.
I felt her fingers reach for mine, her hand squeezing mine harder than it ever had. We lay in silence again, neither wanting to break the spell of that magical moment. Morning was inevitable though, and as the sun began to peek through the horizon, we hesitantly sat up and watched the sunrise together, our still-nude bodies side by side, a beautiful painting of our final moment.
She was gone soon after. I helped her fix her hair and dust off her discarded dress. I rubbed her shoulders as silent tears escaped her again, and she clutched closely to my chest, nestling between my breasts. Neither of us spoke a word as I laced up her beautiful gown, and helped her to calm herself and dry her tears before she headed home.
“Goodbye, Eleanor.”
Her broken words finally cleared the silence. It was the last thing she said to me as she ran off through the forest.
“Goodbye, Anne.” I said quietly back to myself. “I love you.”
I sighed, finally letting the tears well up in my own eyes.
“I’ll miss you.”