to him, or him to her. Their bodies mix well, gel as well, and Channing really just knows how and where to touch her. Heather takes her hands to her own breasts, knowing that with Channing’s attention between her thighs, there is little chance of him exploring her tits, not yet anyway. And she really loves her tits touched.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he says when he comes up for air. And then as quickly he is eating out her snatch again. She feels like she is going to squirt at any moment, but then he is biting her clit and sending her orgasm back into the shadows. She doesn’t mind though, knowing that when it does happen, when he does allow her to cum, it will be epic. She pulls on her nipples hard, and then digs the tips of her fingers into the flesh of her mounds. It feels so beautiful that she closes her eyes and wraps her legs around Channing’s neck.
He fucks her with his tongue a moment longer, and then, just before she squirts, he pulls his mouth off her. She releases his head from between her legs, and he starts to work his way up her belly. When he gets to her neck, he starts to finger her clit, and her cunt is wet almost immediately. It has actually been wetting itself for the longest time, and heating itself up since he started kissing her neck in the living room. She wants him inside her now, and she knows that getting him inside her will satisfy her incredibly. It always has.
His fingers start to work their way inside her, and as his lips fall on hers, she kisses him back with the same passion that he is fusing into her with his mouth and his fingers. With three fingers he brings her close to climax again, and she opens her eyes, catching him watching her intently. Their eyes lock all through her orgasm, and as he slips his fingers out of her, replacing them immediately with his cock, she closes her eyes again. She knows that this is going to be a beautiful experience, as it always is, and a tear develops in her eyes as she thinks that she might never get to experience this again.
Heather makes up her mind to enjoy this, to really make the most of it. She thinks of that old saying, ‘one for the road’, and she pushes herself up so that he goes deeper into her. Channing smiles down at her, and when the tear finally escapes her, making its way down the sides of her face, he kisses it from her face, and then proceeds to kiss her eyelids one at a time. Sex is not as beautiful and experience as making love, and they are certainly making love.
Channing starts to thrust into her gently, slowly, and deliberately. Each stroke feels so good that she gasps at the end of each one. She starts to grind against the cock that is so deep inside her now that she feels like she is being nailed to the mattress. Heather loves it, she really does, and against his own better judgement, Channing loves her. He really loves her. It isn’t just her body too, but her mind, her spirit, everything about her. Unfortunately for him she feels the same way, which is why she cannot stay in Dallas, why she has to leave.
Channing makes the most beautiful love to Heather, for most of the night. They fall asleep in each other’s arms, and make love again in the morning. This is the first time that they have spent the whole night together, which hurts her, because this is the last time that they will be together like this. She really needs to just wrap things up in Dallas, and say goodbye to Channing forever. There really is no other way. He has spent a long time building up the life that he has, and she will not be the reason that his house of cards comes toppling down.
The next week goes by slowly, very slowly, and she comes up with a million reasons why she cannot see Channing. She doesn’t even believe these reasons each time she says them to him, but she knows that she cannot be alone with him again. The week is long too, and she is literally counting down the hours until she boards the plane and gets back to New York.
Rita Carla Francesca Monticelli