She moves her head to the side as the kiss deepens, my heart hammering in my chest. "I can’t believe you are here," I say when I let go of her lips. "Are you really here?"
"I mean, you could be dreaming." She smiles and her index finger traces my lower lip. "I just hope you're real."
I lean forward and bite her neck and then suck in. "Yup, real," I confirm and I just stare at her. She’s everything and more. "I missed you."
"Show me," she says in a whisper. "Show me all the ways you’ve missed me." She reaches for her shirt and pulls it over her head. "Fourteen days." She leans in, biting my lower lip. "Fourteen times," she says, and all I can do is toss her on the bed. It takes a whole twenty seconds to get us both naked. Our hands are frantic to touch each other, our mouths attach and never let go. There is so much I want to do to her but her hand grips my cock and pulls it to her vagina. "I really want to swallow you to the back of my throat," she says, letting go of my lips for a bit. "But I need you inside me more."
She doesn’t have to ask me twice, in one thrust I’m all the way buried in her. Both of us moan out. She arches her back and I fucking swear she was made for me. She wraps her legs around my waist and it doesn’t take me long until I’m roaring out her name at the same time that we both jump over the cliff. I hunch over her, not moving from inside her. "Are you really here?" I bend and kiss her lips.
"I’m really here." She smiles at me. "I didn’t think I would be able to swing it, but I just couldn’t go another weekend." Her hand comes up and cups my face. "Even if it’s for just a little while." She leans up and rubs her nose with mine and she rolls me over for round two.
"Where are you going?" I mumble with my eyes still closed when I feel her try to move away from me.
She chuckles as my hand doesn’t let go of her one boob. "I have to pee." I open one eye when I let go of her and see her slip out of bed and walk to the bathroom. "What time is it?" I turn to look at the clock.
"It’s eleven," I reply and wait for her to walk out of the bathroom. All night we went at it, neither of us wanted to sleep and lose the time we had with each other. We finally drifted off to sleep sometime after eight, after we made an early breakfast. I hear the toilet flush and then the water turn on. She walks out of the bathroom right after and my cock wakes up. "I have to leave by two."
The happiness that I felt not too long ago now turns into anger. "You just got here.”
"And I had to beg someone to take my place, but they can’t do it all weekend, so I took what I could." She puts a knee into the bed and then crawls to me. "Don’t do that face."
"What face?" I try to change my face but she knows me.
"The face." She swings her leg over my hips straddling me and leans down. "When this part right here." She points between my eyes. "Gets all scrunched up." She kisses the spot. "And then this dimple right here." She points at the right side of my cheek. "It droops." She kisses my dimple and my hands go to her hips.
"I don’t want you to leave me yet," I admit to her and flip her on her back. "What if I tied you up and never let you out?" I ask her and her green eyes just light up when she laughs.
"That, my friend, is called kidnapping." I smile at her. "And I think you get arrested and put into jail."
"Ugh, fine," I say, trying not to ruin the last couple of hours I have with her, but the minutes fly by and in the blink of an eye I’m kissing her beside her car. "Are you going to call me when you get home?"
"I sure will." She lays her head on my shoulder. "And then you are going to check and see when you can leave."
"I will," I agree and the wind blows her hair into her face. My hand pushes it back and I kiss her lips one more time before she gets into the car. "Drive safe," I say, closing the car door behind her.
"Bye, Travis." She smiles and I can see that she is blinking away tears and I wish she could stay. She puts her hand to her lips and kisses her fingers and blows me a kiss before driving off. I stand here watching until I don’t see her taillights anymore.
I walk up the steps and sit on the top step, the pain in my chest getting stronger and stronger. I sit out here looking at nothing really, and then my phone rings in my back pocket. "Hello," I answer, not even checking to see who it is.