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"I love you, Clarise… And I want you, even if it’s one last time," I whisper, barbed wire wrapping itself tightly around my aching heart.
"Sop saying that. Stop talking… Just… Just be here. Be here right now. Can you do that?"
"I can do that," I tell her with a smile, and then I lean in to kiss her.
Clarise
Surrendering to his embrace, I part my lips and kiss him eagerly. If this really is the last time we’re going to be together, I don’t want to waste one single second… No, I want to seize the moment and squeeze it for all it’s worth.
"Take it off… Take it off," I tell him, breathing harder and harder as I grab the fabric of his shirt. Loosening his tie, I then start unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers moving fast as a kind of lustful desperation takes over me. Pulling the shirt out from his pants, I then press the palm of my hands against his walls of abs, feeling their contour under my fingers as my pussy starts growing wet.
"Clarise…" Connor whispers as his shirt slides down his arms to the floor. With one hand on the nape of my neck, he tangles his fingers in my hair and holds me still; leaning into me once, he brushes his lips against mine. We kiss hungrily, our tongues slow dancing around one another as I press my body against his.
I feel his cock hardening inside his pants, its bulging shape brushing against my inner thigh and helping me become even wetter. Ah, if we were already naked, I’d just grab his cock and guide it home…
"I want you… I need you," I pant as I move my fingers down to his belt, unbuckling it in a hurry. Pulling it from its loops, I then open the top button on his pants and push the zipper down. His cock strains against the fabric of his boxer briefs, and I feel a shiver going up my spine as my knuckles brush against that throbbing thickness of his.
I can’t even begin to imagine how life will be once Connor disappears from it… Nothing will ever be the same. Sex will never be this good again, and I’m sure that I’ll never feel what I do with him as well. There’s just something unique whenever the two of us are together. It’s in the way our bodies work, in the way our minds seem to expand and contract at the same time… Ah, if this isn’t love, I don’t know what it is.
Hooking my fingers on the fabric of his boxer briefs, I send them down his legs with his pants. Falling to my knees at the same time, I look up at Connor, the shadow of his cock tumbling over my face.
"Will you remember my mouth?" I ask him as I curl my fingers around his shaft, slowly flicking my wrist and moving my hand back and forth over the length of his cock. As I stroke him, I lean into him at the same time, slowly parting my lips as I reach for the tip of his huge member.
"I will never forget anything about you," he breathes out, laying his hands on my head and running his big fingers through my hair. Parting my lips, I reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue, and make it dance over it slowly, scooping up the salty beads of pre-cum glistening there.
"If things had been different," he continues, but then falls into a deep silence as I roll my lips down his shaft. Moving slowly, but steadily, I devour his long inches, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock throbbing against the back of my throat. I take one hand to his balls and, opening my fingers wide, I start massaging them as my lips move back over
his shaft.
Closing my eyes, I bob my head back and forth, building up a steady rhythm. I hear his breathing grow shallow, the pressure of his fingers on my head growing stronger, and that just urges me to go even faster. Ditching whatever rhythm I was building, I start bobbing my head as fast as I can, the erratic motion of my mouth making him lose all control.
"Fuck, Clarise," he groans, yanking on my hair and forcing me stop. He takes a deep breath and then moves his hips, thrusting his cock into me and sending it deep into my mouth. I hold still as he starts fucking my mouth, pistoning it into me as if he were doing it to my pussy.
We remain like that until I feel the first spasm of his cock over my tongue; he stops his thrusting motion, and he’s about to slide his cock out of my mouth when I make him stop. Following after him with my mouth, I curl my fingers around its root and force him to stand still.
This time I don’t want to stop. No, I want to go all the way.
"Fuck, what are you doing?" he asks me between ragged breaths, but he makes no effort to stop me. He lets me keep on sucking him, and that’s exactly what I do; I suck him as hard as I can, using both my lips and tongue to unleash hell on his cock. "Clarise, I’m going to cum!" he warns me but, instead of making me stop, that just spurs me on.
A few more motions of my head and his cock starts spasming against my tongue, threatening to unleash a raging river of cum inside my mouth, which is exactly what I want.
"Fuck!" Connor groans, and then his cock starts gushing his load into me. His creamy seed spills all over my tongue, filling my mouth to the brim, and then it starts dripping out of my mouth and down his shaft. Thick beads of semen fall down on the floor, splattering against it like heavy rain.
Waiting for him to finish, I then roll my lips back and look up at him. Opening my mouth to show him the mess he unleashed upon my tongue, I then close it again and swallow, his saltiness burning its way down my throat. "That was good," I whisper, slowly forcing myself to go back up to my feet. "And it’s going to get better."
With that, I brush my cum-coated lips against his, keeping one hand on his cock. Even though he just came, I keep moving my hand back and forth, stroking him and making sure he keeps hard and ready for me. What? You didn’t think that I’d be satisfied with just blowing him, did you? If this really is our last time together, you can rest assured that I won’t be satisfied until he has fucked the living daylights out of me.
"Better sounds good," he whispers, kissing me deeply, his tongue dancing around mine. As he does it, he takes his hands to my back and starts pulling down the zipper on my dress, baring my back. When his hands move over my shoulder blades, he takes the opportunity to open the clasp of my bra as well; by the time my dress is bunched up around my waist, I can already feel the cups of my bra drooping down my breasts.
Moving fast, he grabs the front of my bra and simply yanks it off of me, my nipples hardening even more as they become free. With his hands on my waist, Connor pushes me back until the back of my knees meet one of the pews, and he pushes me down.
As I sit, he goes down to his knees fast, placing his hands on my knees and forcing me to spread my legs. Leaning in, he wraps his lips around my right nipple and starts sucking on it, his tongue running fast, vicious circles around my rosy tip. Going from one nipple to the other, it doesn’t take him long to allow his tongue to start a downward path to my navel. I sigh heavily as I feel his tongue going down my naked skin, and I raise my ass from the seat as he grabs my dress, pulling it down my legs and taking it off me.
When I sit back down again, I’m only wearing my black lace thong and high heels; I almost think he’s going to take off my thong as well, but that’s not what he does. Keeping my legs spread wide, he pulls back from me and then dives in, opening his mouth and crushing it against the wet fabric of my thong. He sucks on it eagerly, doing it so hard that I feel my head spin. He does it for a long time, teasing me over my thong, and then just flicks my thong to the side. Instead of going straight to my pussy, though, he takes a more indirect course of action.
Resting the tip of his tongue over one of my groins, he starts brushing his tongue around my pussy, never actually going for it. I squirm, trying to thrust upward and force his mouth into my pussy, but he moves fast and places one forearm over my waist, pinning me down on the seat.
"Oh, please, Connor," I beg him, closing my eyes and moaning hard. He doesn’t seem to care for my pleas, as he continues to do the same, teasing me mercilessly. Only when I think that he’s going to keep doing it eternally does he change gears.
