Leaving Me - Sex~Kitten.net

When he whispers, "I need you, baby." I find myself powerless, and my body clenches in sexual response. It's always this way with him.

He told me that he misses the way my pussy tastes--the way I suck his cock. He continued to whisper--his words punctuated by little noises when he must have touched a particularly sensitive spot--told me what he wanted to do to me. With his whispered promises of sucking my toes, my nipples, my clit--of pushing his tongue into me, fucking me that way--my fingers slipped down to touch my clit.

We have lived this way for 10 months. He works 800 miles away, and I am still in school learning to heal people. We have spent too much money in long distance phone bills, I been to see him twice, he's come back three times. Every time we are together, our lovemaking becomes a tangible thing between us. He told me once in the heat of it, that he can't fuck anybody else because of me. I was immediately grateful to God, and took him into me holding him so deep inside we came together.

We've fucked in taxi cabs--made love standing up in posh restaurant bathrooms. We've played delicious sinful games--daring each other to out-risk the other. There have been exquisite moments of sweetness, generosity of spirit that intensify my sense of longing during the weeks and months of separation.

I feel like the corniest bitch alive sometimes, but I'm in the grip of some kind of madness I find it hard to assuage, deny, release.

When I took him to the airport three weeks ago, we fought viciously, sarcastically--a raging argument--me bawling my eyes out and cursing him. I felt deep inside that I couldn't bear another six months back to school alone. That if he loved me he would come back, and get a job closer to me. He accused me of childishness, and of being selfish. I told him he could fuck right off, that he was unfeeling and didn't care at all.

The defensiveness and frustration pushed us both higher and higher into our anger. It was 1AM and the airport was largely deserted. He sat in the airport seat across from me, silent for long minutes and obviously fuming at the sting of my last volley, but we just sat there staring each other down, jaws set. He looked around before he gathered his things, grabbed my hand and pulled me into one the women's bathroom. I tried to pull away when I realised what he was doing, but he gripped my hand harder and the look he gave me, withered my resistance. He pushed me into the handicapped stall, locking the door behind us.

He pushed me against the bathroom stall, one hand pushing me hard into the wall while he pulled down the zipper of my jeans. He said that I wounded him to the quick when I said he didn't care. He began this confessional: He can't sleep at night, he can't cheat, he can't say goodbye.

He leaned into me and whispered into my mouth, "I want to fuck you all the time anyway. You piss me off immensely." He pushed his finger into me and licked my ear lobe. His soft growl when my pussy closed around his fingers pushed my arousal higher. "Suck my cock." he said, his command breezing across my face. I groaned. He moved his fingers in fluid grace, slowly and without any force--teasing me. He continued, punctuating his words with slow movements inside of me--slow but sure. "Open your eyes. I don't want you to forget why you wait for me. Why you're going to continue to wait for me."

I was torn apart. I was angry because he was using my body's physical response against me. I was angry because he knew me too well. I was angry because he could so easily end an argument in such a silky way. I was alternately angry with myself because I really wanted to suck his cock. I want to taste him in my mouth one more time before he got on the plane. I wanted to savour the taste of his cum on the long drive back to my dorm room, and try to find a way to let this moment stretch and stretch. I was finding a way to etch the sensation of him into my skin, to soak it up and gorge myself in the last few minutes. My heart twisted, I was going to have to take this pleasure and let him go.

I whispered to him--in a calculated move, "I'm going to find someone else to fuck me when you're gone."

He pulled away from me and stared down at me. The harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom made the shadows in his face stark and intimidating. He pulled his fingers out of my body, and stepped back from me. I groaned. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked the fluid off slowly. He reached out and squeezed my nipple. The trembling in my thighs was unbearable.

He looked me straight in the eye. He took my shoulders and pushed me to a kneeling position on the white tiled floor in front of him.

"Take it out. It's hard for you." he whispered.

It was disconcerting that he didn't even respond to my threat, but by then, I should have known his ass better. Then his cock was there in front of me. When I touched the head, his pelvic muscles jumped and there was an answering spasm inside me. I reached out and touched my lips to the sticky drops that slipped out dew-like. I sipped them off and hated him again for being so beautiful. His hand slid behind my head and pulled me closer to him. "Lick it. I want to feel your tongue." So I licked the mushroom head, worshiped it. My pussy flowed, twitched as his cock twitched under my tongue. When I start to suck him in, his hands cradled my head and held on, while I slowly absorbed his taste, the smoothness of him sliding into me.

He stroked my cheeks, concave with the suction I was applying. "What if someone watched you while you sucked my cock. Would you like that?" He was probing. I looked up and did not reply, did not stop but I shivered at the thought. "Would you like to suck another's man cock while I watched you?" Another heated thrill raced through me... burned me, heated me by degrees.

"You would like that wouldn't you." He whispered. "I can see you shivering."

I shook my head. His eyes closed and he gripped the bathroom stall for support. I was contrite then... his cock was filling my mouth, his taste familiar and intoxicating. How could I have threatened him with infidelity? He reached behind me and pushed the stall door open.

I start to look around, and he almost yelled the words "Don't stop!" Instead they came out like something desparate and pleading.

He turned and so did I; I could not release him from my mouth, not until I felt his ass shaking in my hands. "Look," he whispered "Look but don't stop." When I did, I saw us in the bathroom mirror. "It's like someone is watching us isn't it?" He pulled my hair away so that, in the mirror, I saw his beautiful cock sliding back into my mouth.

His hands tightened in my hair, "Don't you ever tell me you're going to fuck someone else again." My eyes close, and my fingers slipped into my jeans to touch myself. "You are mine." he growled. He began to fuck my mouth. The smooth ebb and flow had sensitized my mouth, my mouth is my pussy--my entire body was opening to receive him. His fingers tangled in my hair got tighter and tighter; almost pulling. It felt good. Somehow, I felt that stretching all through my body.

"Do you think you're going to find anyone in that shit-ass little town that will fuck you the way I do?" He said it with a hard edge, and the shiver his anger sent down my spine, was pulling at me, like everything else about him. I have lost myself to this man, I thought.

He stayed like that for long minutes, just taking all I was giving him, and I wanted it to be good. Wanted him to remember the way I sucked it, so when he's there in his apartment his skin burns remembering me; remembering everything I have for him.

"I love the way your lips look around my cock. I like the way they feel." He pulled me away from his cock, wincing and groaning when his cock came out with a pop. He pulled me up and turned me to face the mirror. I started to pull my jeans off and he stopped me. "Just watch, don't move."

He stroked the outer curve of my breasts, straying over to twist my nipples. I gasped and sagged against his chest. "Baby, you're torturing me." I whispered. "I hate you because of this. Just fuck me!"

"Lean forward." He whispers into the back of my ear, sending even more spasms through me. He fondled my nipples through my cotton shirt, scratching at my nipples, squeezing them and twisting them while my ass swung back and forth involuntarily. In my mind I could already see the space inside me filled with him, aching from my body's memory of the sensation.

Suddenly he yanked my jeans down. I leaned forward even more to accommodate him, ready, ready, ready. I heard his zipper coming down behind me and looked up to watch his face in the mirror as his cock nuzzled into my vagina. Over and over he touched his cock to my pussy, pushing in a little only to pull out and rub against me. "Please, please. Fuck me." I pleaded to feel him. I hung my head, and began to rotate my hips again, trying to tease him into me--clutching at the head of his cock.

"Tell me this is all you need." He voice was autocratic, no shiver or quavering in his voice. His control, his phenomenal self control is one of the most sexually stimulating things about him. "Tell me no other man can make you feel this way."

"It's just you baby I whisper." I looked into the mirror, and as our eyes caught each other, he raised my top and reached around to grasp both of my nipples. He stroked them, pinched them, twisted them and I could not keep still. I danced on his cock. I could not contemplate another six months without it.

When he pushed into me, it was rough. His hands were on my breasts, his cock inside me. We heard the PA Announce the first boarding call for his flight. It's not a crowded flight I thought. We have another ten or fifteen minutes. He fucked me hard, hard. Touching this hidden spot deep inside me and sparking waves of emotion in me. I start to cry, watching in the mirror as my breasts jiggled around his fingers, my bra long fallen to the floor, my t-shirt up around my neck.

"Mine, mine, mine" He groaned. I could feel it coming, coming for him. Panting at the stabbing pleasure of it all, meeting him halfway clutching the sides of the stall for support. I watched myself in the mirror. My face was flushed, felt my nipples hard under his fingers, I was sweating and I continued to roll my hips. I got closer and closer.... I wanted to scream, wanted to testify to something, instead I moaned and whimpered every time he rode high into my psyche.

"You bastard..." I whispered. I came watching us in the mirror my screams swallowed down and tangled inside of me.

He waited until I had shivered to a close and pulled out, hard a wet from me. "Suck it baby" he whispered to me. I knelt in front of him again and took his generous cock into my mouth. My clear, and sweet fluid of arousal and heat in shiny evidence. I licked and cleaned my cum off of him.

"This is your cock you know." He was fucking my mouth in that slow way he likes to. "I can't even look at other women."

"I can only cum for you." One of his hands slipped into my hair, holding my scalp and pulling me into him. "Please, please don't stop."

Now I own him. His pleading and confessions tell me this.

I took him into my mouth knowing that I could never feel this overpowering lust for another man. When he came, he held onto my head, fucking my mouth like it was a vagina, but it wasn't rough, and inside I had become my vagina--all of me. I sucked with steady pressure, and he pulled back a little, holding himself and my head rigid. He erupted, pushing in and pulling out reflexively. And there it was, that glorious salty, sweet taste of his cum on my tongue, going down my throat. I drank it from him, shivering still with my own aftershocks. As he leaned heavily against the stall's partition, he said "I could fuck myself stupid with you."

The PA called the flight for the second time. I began to cry. He sank to his knees and pulled me to him. "It just two more semesters baby." I smiled through my tears, but dissolved again anyway. He straightened out clothing, my heart flipping over in my chest, he was so tender with me now, with only minutes left.

He kissed my mouth, "Wait for me."

I nodded and he grabbed his bag and coat from the corner of the stall they were shoved into. I pulled down my t-shirt, and pulled up my jeans. He grabbed my bra from the floor and stuffed it into the front pocket of his bag. I smiled as he pulled me out of the bathroom.

While he checked in, he kissed me repeatedly savouring my mouth, and we both ignored the gate attendants. He whispered in my ear, that he liked to taste himself in my mouth. I stood at the gate entrance and watched him walk away. He turned once and came back to me, grabbed my ass and pulled me into his body. His cock was hard against me.

Then he was gone again.

Last night on the phone, I wondered how I could forget to tell him about my transfer for the last semester or my internship five blocks from his apartment building. I couldn't tell him any of that stuff. That stuff slipped to the back of my mind, and lay there. Will this intense craving pass away once we're together sharing space? All these questions and other uncertainties fade and fail. All I could tell him was how wet I am all the time, and how my fingers and the vibrator he sent me three months ago is never enough.

I'm going to shock him one night, show up pussy wet and ride his cock inside his apartment doorway. I'm going to do it next week; just days from now.