This particular day it was not so nice outside. The wind howled and the rain was coming down sideways. As the trees swayed in the distance I wondered how I ended up here. In his presence, again. The emergency alarm sounded on my phone, which startled me out of my thoughts. As I reached over to turn it off, I felt him enter the room. His sweet aroma filled the air. He walked slowly over to me. His body pressed against my back as I was still facing the window. 

I let a tear fall and I felt the soft tug of him prying my arms out of my shirt. I was filled with so much guilt but I had come too far to turn back now. He kissed my back shoulder and told me not to cry. This was the last time. So we had said so many times before. His touch like hot wax against my skin. I turned to look at him and before I could tell him my thoughts his tongue was deep inside my mouth. The lips of an angel. I shuttered as he forced me against the cool window. From my lips, to my neck… down to the center of my chest. 

“Please…. We must stop…. This, this isn’t righ—.”

In one swoop he gathered my nipple in his mouth. Violently sucking as if to bring milk from it. My body exploded.

“Do you really want me to stop?”he asked deeply… his fingers had found its way to my answer. The grass wasn’t the only thing that was wet. 

He tugged at my pants. It was a reflex to step out of them as they dropped to the floor. And truth be told I wanted him. Badly. As he stood up, penis erect, he wiped my face and kissed my cheek.

“If this is the last time, let’s make it a good one.”

He spread my legs and picked me up sliding his dick inside me. My lover kissed me softly, then more passionately as his hips and arms started their own rhythm. I tried bracing my arms against the window frame to give leverage but everytime he would put them back around his neck. Not missing a beat. We fell back against the bed. 

I rode him slowly. Taking my time to savor this moment. Looking into his brown eyes I knew I wouldn’t return to him. This really was our last time. His hands ravished my body as I rocked us. Just when I was about to climax he sat up, as if to get up but instead he hugged me. His face buried in my bosom. For a second I thought I saw a tear. We held each other while we made love. I whispered to him “I’ll always love you.” And he returned a soft “you’ll always be mine”.

Time stood still for a while. The next few hours were filled with passion and tears. Mostly from me. At the end we both rode the wave of euphoria and relished in the moment, catching our breath. 

We showered and swayed in the water. I just wanted to feel him one last time. Feel his warmth, smell his skin. This type of intimacy is hard to find. Hopefully I wouldn’t forget it. We were silent while getting dressed, passing the occasional half smiles. The adrenaline had worn off, the smell of sex had faded. It was back to reality. 

We left the cabin going in separate directions that day. Him back to his wife and me back to my fiancé. I carried his words and the memories with me for a while at first. I could smell him for the longest of time. And eventually it went away. Like all things do.

But I swear when it rains I can still hear him as clear as I hear the wind howling, as clear as I see the trees swaying…”you’ll always be mine.”.

And I……….. will always love him.

💋KV