The Last Time

I was dying to see him. Yet I could feel another bladder infection coming on. Perhaps I should postpone? But it would be ages before I would see him again. I couldn't bring myself to do it.

He texted me in the morning, to ask when he could come up. "Whenever you like..." I wrote back. He rang the buzzer a few minutes later. I opened the door naked, we kissed as he undressed. He laughed watching me kneel to suck him. "Why are you laughing at me?" I asked indignantly. "I'm not - you're gorgeous," he replied. "Now turn around and lean against the door, because that's what doors are for."

He pounded me against the door - it was excruciating! Finally, when I could bear it no longer, "Now we can move to your comfortable bed... or your not-so-comfortable sofa." "The bed!" I lay back, drawing him over me like a blanket. He raised both my legs up so my ankles were resting on his shoulders, and fucked me deeply, almost painfully. My arm brushed against something rather odd - my baby's foot!  It was beginning to stir.  He stuck his finger beneath its toes to watch them curl.  "Monkey reflex..."  The baby beamed at him and burped loudly.  "At least there was no spit-up..." I began, then stopped as what looked like a fountain burst from its mouth.  We laughed. 

He lay back.  "I think you need to suck me some more," he said.  "Just what I was thinking," I replied, going down on him with glee.  He began to fuck my mouth, slowly at first, then faster.  I knew he wouldn't come this way, still a part of me never quite stopped hoping.  The arm I was using to prop myself up began to ache almost unbearably but I couldn't bring myself to give up.  Finally he said, "Darling your lips are going to be swollen to twice their size!"  I mumbled something incoherent and kissed his cock - for the last time ever!

He lingered, kissing me by the door, as he always did before he left.  And I always felt guilty, worried about how late he'd be.  If only I'd known I would never kiss him again...

He used to make fun of me constantly, for imagining it was over, when it wasn't.  Who can reassure me now?