For Kipli, and for you, my beloved Travis
I shudder and sigh as his lips meet mine in a warm and tender kiss. Closing my eyes, I fall into the familiar rhythms of my lover’s touch, his breath warm against my skin, his hands on my body, his lean frame pressed to mine in the starlit gloom of our secluded cabin. A private world of pleasure, away from the demands of duty, far from the notion of separation, we move together and I cry out as his fingers enclose my straining cock, stroking me to a fever pitch of need.
I call his name, arching into his touch riding the pleasure, forgetting everything in this moment of need.
He kisses his way down my body, taking me into his mouth, warm and so wet. He sucks and I tear at the sheet under me with my fingernails.
“So close, so good…so…” I don’t want this to stop, I never want it to stop, never end, stay like this, here just like this forever.
Too soon, I shudder my release as I explode into his mouth and he hums, a soft sound of pleasure deep in his throat, draining me, pulling every last ounce of my essence from me.
“Travis…” I whisper his name in the darkness and then he is there, his lips brushing mine, my taste on his tongue as we kiss again.
One day, this will be forever.
That’s my promise to him; to me.
Some day, it will never have to end.