The Last Time

The Last Time
By D. O. Mann
She climbed the stairs to the second floor and walked down the hall to the third door on the left. As she stood there, she brushed her hands down here body, smoothing out the t-shirt and skirt she wore. Then she took a deep breath, let it out in a sigh, and pushed the buzzer with a shaky hand, thinking about how that seemingly unimportant act was being done for the last time.

He opened the door with a smile on his face, knowing it was her, expecting her, waiting for her. His smile faded as he saw her, knowing that the day he dreaded had come, noticing it in her stance, seeing it in her eyes, feeling it in her touch as they kissed ,each knowing it was for the last time.

He let her in almost sadly, wishing for more, dreading the words to come, wondering. Did she have the next one already in mind? She entered timidly, almost shyly, knowing that it had to be, even though she didn't yet have another in mind even now when it was the last time.

When they began this dance, she had told him it would be this way, that they would have some fun together, have some laughs, a good time and then the end would come and there were to be no hard feelings, no attachments, no hassles when they finally came to the last time

He had made dinner and they ate, making small talk, discussing movies, work, sports, politics, anything except what was really on both their minds, avoiding it, not wanting to acknowledge it. After dinner they cleared away the dishes together, leaving them for the morning, another seemingly unimportant act done for the last time.

Why was she so nervous? she thought to herself. She had done this nearly a dozen times. There wasn't anything different about it this time, was there? It had to be the same as all the other times. Yet something was different this time. What was different this time. This last time.

He was the one who first broached the subject as they sat on the couch. "I miss you already," he said feeling it in his heart. She turned towards him and gave him a small smile. She knew that she was his one and only, that there would be no other, that he would find no other, he would search for no other even after she left this last time.

He knew that she had to go, that it was the only way she could be, that she needed to find the next and there would be no one and only. He knew that she had to leave before he would become her one and only, begin to explore the feelings she was developing. She needed it to be the last time.

She turned her body to kiss him, straddled him, rubbing against him through their clothes as he hugged her close. He peppered her with kisses down her neck, holding her tight, wanting more of her, needing her, desiring more than she could give. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close, pushing into him, wishing for more especially as it was the last time.

She drew her t-shirt over her head, reached behind her and unclasped her bra, released her breasts to the air. He moved a hand up to caress her, placed his mouth at the start of her jaw, kissed her lightly, moved downward, his touch always just the slightest of touches as his lips adored her neck, her throat, the V of her collarbone, before moving lower and sucking a nipple into his mouth as she held his head in place for the last time.

He was forced to release her as she pulled his shirt off him, then kissed him, doing the same as he had, caressing him with her mouth down his neck, his collarbone, and to his chest, sucking on him as he held her tight to him, running his hands through her hair, rubbing the rim of her left ear, wanting it to last even more so because it was the last time.

Then, she lifted herself off of him, standing and unfastening her skirt, letting it fall around her feet before stepping out of it and kneeling, undoing his belt and his jeans, pulling them down and off his body, then lowering her mouth to him, sucking him, caressing him with her tongue until he was on the edge before letting him fall away, denying him release, not there, not this time, not this last time.

She stood again removing the last of her clothing before moving in to kiss him again, straddling him, rubbing against him, lowering herself onto him, rubbing against him, holding him as close as possible as she moved against him for the last time.

He held her to him as he rose, laid her gently on the floor, moved slowly downward, kissing every inch he could reach, from one breast to the other, along each rib, down her taut stomach, to her thighs, and on down her legs to her ankles, drinking of her essence before moving upwards again, falling at last between her thighs, his mouth bringing her pleasure for the last time.

Her back arched as she felt the building pressure within her. She reached her hands to his head, holding him to her, pulling him closer, deeper as his hands still roamed her body and his tongue worked its magic on her until she finally achieved her release, her back again arching ever higher, feeling her release stronger this last time.

Again, he started moving, slowly ascending her body, reveling in the taste of her skin, the softness of it as he kissed, moving up her sides as well as her front, until his mouth found her forehead then moved back down to her own, their lips caressing, their tongues dancing as he penetrated, gently pushing himself ever deeper, loving her, wanting her, needing her, wishing against all hope that this was not the last time.

Five times her back arched in release as he moved in her with her legs wrapped around him. Five times she writhed beneath him with each release. Five times she felt as if she were at the doorway to heaven itself as he artfully, slowly, gently, tenderly, lovingly moved within her with a steady rhythm, holding off his own release to increase her pleasure as much as possible this last time.

After a final push, his release occurred, and the sadness set in. He drew her back up, sitting on the couch, holding her close, their breathing returning to normal. He looked at her with love in his eyes and watched her as she ran the gambit of thoughts through her mind, memorizing her face, the line of her jaw, the sweep of her hair across her forehead, the sweet upturn of her nose, wanting to remember always what she looked like this last time.

She stared ahead, feeling his eyes on her, knowing his heart, feeling his love, knowing at last what was missing from all other relationships, why it had been so easy all the other times to leave and why this time was so different, and a tear slid down her left cheek. He tenderly kissed it away, sucking it into his mouth, adoring the saltiness of it because it was from her, then pulled her close again wanting to hold her for as long as possible this last time.

She turned to him, the tears brimming in both eyes as her arms reached around his neck to try to lessen the space between them, and her sobs began as she released herself to her emotions, finally knowing what was in her own heart and saying it out loud, that she didn't want it to end, that she loved him as much as he loved her, that she wanted to stay, and never leave, that she didn't want there to ever be a last time.

He smiled as he comforted her, pulling her onto his lap regardless of the fact that there were no clothes between them, accepting her into his arms, his life, running his hands through her hair, gently rocking her, kissing away all her tears, loving her and now knowing that she loved him. They sat like that and let sleep come, hugging each other, holding each other, both now knowing it was definitely not...

The Last Time.
D.O.M.