Only For Tonight

I carefully lay her back on my pillow and reached for my nightstand drawer. She grabbed my hand and pulled it back, shaking her head, not smiling, with an intense look in her eyes. "You sure?" I whispered.

"Yes," she breathed, nestling back into the pillow. "I want it to feel real. All the way."

Giving her a nod, I moved atop her, feeling her spread for me. In one smooth movement, without even touching her, I sank into her wet warmth. She moaned, softly, wrapping her arms around my neck and moving to meet me on my first thrust. I continued moving slowly, wanting it to last, wanting her to feel more than just the lust. I wanted her to have this fantasy. It seemed like the perfect ending to such a perfect night.

"Oh, Dennis," she whispered sweetly, clinging to me as I got into a steady but slow rhythm. "Oh god, it's so beautiful." She gasped as I pulled most of the way out, rubbing my shaft along her clit the whole way. As I pushed back in, she moaned, "It's so perfect. Mmm . . . "

I answered her moan with one of my own and allowed myself to raise the pace slightly. Her little sounds of encouragement were sending thrills through me, but I couldn't feel even the beginnings of my orgasm yet, probably due to coming twice so recently. But that was fine by me. I was not in a hurry. This had to last. I was certain this would end up being the end of our date, and I didn't want it to be over just yet. I kissed her neck, which brought a gasp from her.

"Tell me," she whispered desperately. "Please tell me."

"Tell you?" I asked. This time I had no idea what she wanted. I looked down at her and she turned her face away, her cheeks bright red.

Her arms were still linked around my neck, so she pulled me down and I could feel her hot breath on my ear. Somehow I kept my rhythm, so she moaned as she whispered, "Tell me—Ahh! Tell me you love me. You don't have to mean it. Mmm. I just need to hear it." She released me and I slowed my pace, stroking her cheek with my fingers and gazing directly into her pretty, dark eyes. "I love you," I whispered, meaning it for that moment. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened, and she pressed herself against me, insistent, her hands dropping to my bottom. I kissed her, but the kiss was stopped almost right away as she let out a piercing cry announcing an intense orgasm. I took this opportunity to speed up. She was so wet the insides of her thighs were coated.

When the vocalizations of her pleasure ended, I realized she was silently crying, tears rolling down her cheeks. I almost stopped to ask her if she was okay when her eyes opened and her lips curled into a sweet smile. "I love you too," she murmured, grabbing my head and pulling me into a series of fast kisses—on my lips, my cheeks, even my nose. When she stopped, we just looked at each other, sharing amused smirks.

"Can you?" she asked softly.

I realized I could again tell what she meant. "Absolutely. But I'll have to go faster to get there."

"Then do," she said. "I need to feel you."

I was happy to oblige. I sped up my movements, but only a little. We were still a long ways off from the frenzied abandon of earlier, but now we were sprinting headlong for the finish line. I realized I was fine with that. This time felt different from the other two times, sweeter, more intimate. I was a little nervous, since I had a strong feeling she would be disappointed if I were to pull out. She hadn't said as much, but we'd proven time and again to be on the same wavelength as each other. I wasn't sure about coming inside her, but this was for her, so I had to put my reservations aside.

Thus resolved, I continued on, making my penetrations deep and quick. A groan was torn from me as I felt the first twinges.

"Ohhh. Mmmm," she moaned. "Yessss. Give it to me, my love. I need to feel you. Come with me!"

"Ahh," I gasped, giving one last thrust and spurting deep inside her. Her walls clutched my length and she gasped along with me, her eyelids fluttering and her nails digging into my shoulders. We came simultaneously, and it was the most incredible sexual experience I'd ever had. The pulsations went on for much longer than usual and it felt like I drenched her insides. (Not possible, considering it was my third ejaculation of the night, but I felt what I felt.)

After it was finally done, we lay in each other's arms, fit snugly together, catching our breath and enjoying our receding tingles.

Finally I pulled carefully out of her and lay on my side, gazing at her long, relaxed body. "Jenny," I started.

She put one finger on my lips and shook her head slowly. I could tell by the knowing look in her eyes that the wave length went both ways. "Now's not the time. There's only right now."

I nodded and took her in my arms. I stopped thinking for a bit as I simply cherished the feeling of her soft, warm body against mine—skin on skin, nothing in the way. Not long after, I could feel her slow, deep breathing and realized she had fallen asleep. I held her against me and felt the exertions of the evening catching up with me as well.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help wondering if we'd ever have another time like this or if it was indeed only for tonight. Would we still feel like this in the morning? And for that matter, what would happen on Monday?

I realized I didn't much care. A wise woman once told me that tomorrow doesn't exist. At least until it does.

This was the last thing I thought that night as I slipped into a restful, contended sleep with a grateful smile on my face.