Goodbye

Goodbye

Years of memories covered the olive walls. Now, as she prepared to say goodbye, she knew her life would never be the same.

Of royal blood, he had no choice in the matter. After tonight, he would marry a princess.

“No tears tonight, my love.” His arms pulled her close to his naked body. Soft lips against the bare skin of her neck sent chills across her body. “Tonight we make a memory to last always.”

She turned in his arms to caress his lips with her own. A gentle thumb smoothed away her tears as his tongue danced with hers.

Her hands feathered across the bare expanse of his muscled chest and he sighed into her mouth. His fingers traced the curve of her thigh as he teased her legs apart. As she wrapped his hard shaft in the warmth of her palm, he eased two fingers inside her.

With his other hand, he anxiously jerked her nightgown over her head. Taking care not to disrupt the loving he was giving her, he gathered one pink mound of flesh in his mouth and suckled the puckering tip.

She hardened his cock with even, loving strokes. He touched her in all the ways he knew she loved.

Unable to stand any more, Greg stopped all his ministrations and lifted her into his arms. Her hungry mouth found his once more, their tongues engaging in a silent war as he carried her to the soft rug before the fireplace.

Once she lay beneath him, he kissed his way down her navel, traced her nether lips with his tongue, gently nipping and soothing. When he tickled the nub of sensitive flesh buried there, her hips rose from the floor to meet his mouth as his fingers sunk into her once more. She entwined her fingers into the auburn curls that topped his head, and begged him for release as he caressed her innermost sanctuary.

Finally, his shaft pulsing with need of its own he rose above her, his own tears fighting to be shed, and entered her in one long hard thrust. Her name left his lips as her silken wetness pulsed around him. She rose to meet each rotation of his hips, her body enveloping him with her sweetness.

Slowly, he picked up the pace, his cries of pleasure meeting hers as they clung to each other. When she could hold back no longer, his name echoed through the air as wave after wave of ecstasy scorched her. The explosion of her warm juices over his cock sent Greg into his own release. He buried his head into her neck and relished the scent of her as he filled her with his seed.

Her tears mingled with the remnants of their lovemaking as his voice, soft and soothing, reminded her that this was goodbye, “You will always be the one I love.”

Skye looked down into the face of her newborn son. Greg had not left her alone after all.

Promt: Prompt for round 4 Dec. 22 - Dec 29: Since it is the last week of the year, write me a little story about making love for the last time.....(500 word Max.)


Word Count: 499