The last goodbye

He came over last night. I was in the middle of homework and barely looked up from my writtings until I was damn well finished. He layed on the floor trying not draw attention to himself.

Once I was done, we talked briefly. I cried. Tried to make sense of things but how do you make sense of the hurt of betrayal? Coupled with the sadness of knowing even without the betrayal the relationship was over?

I told him to get the fuck out or just to fuck me... but either way he was leaving.

The familiarness of one another's presensce and skin was unbearable. 

Our movements were fluid and the known responsees from just the right touch, the teeth across my neck, fingers seeking the tenderest spots, lips against one another hungrily...

He tried to pull me on top of him and I resisted. I grabbed the lube and coated his cock, working it until he made me stop. The feeling of knowing I could make him cum so quickly because I know exactly how to touch him... powerful.

Again he urged me to climb on top of him, I denied him. And made my demand of him.

He obliged.

Slick with lubricant, I came hard and long as almost his entire hand filled me.

I then fucked him and came 2 more times.

He moaned, "This feels so good" and I gyrated my hips against hist body. I amgrily answered, "It always has", and thrust more forcefully. Envisioning that I had a cock and I was FUCKING HIM.

His orgasm was intense and prolonged. Once he had quieted, I rolled off, threw a towel at him and told him to get out.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned up and when I got back he had his clothes on. 

Again as he put his hand on the door knob, he said good night.

No, my Lovely Man Friend...

That was our last goodbye.