Her Last Love Affair: The Final Journey (9 page)

“What ya doing?” she asked, her lips moving sleepily.

With a self-effacing shrug, Reece muttered, “Watching you
sleep,” in reply.

An exhausted, but genuine, smile spread across Allie’s face,
lighting it up. “Creepy?” she suggested, obviously teasing him.

“Do you think?” he countered.

“Little bit,” she nodded.

Reece didn’t feel like smiling, but couldn’t help but mirror
the grin he saw on her face. “Then, I probably shouldn’t tell you it’s not the
first time I’ve done this,” he pointed out.

“Probably not,” she agreed.

With a sigh, Reece tightened his grip around Allie’s waist
and shuffled closer. He dipped his face and pressed his forehead against hers.
“For what’s it worth,” he whispered. “I don’t think it’s creepy.” Not allowing
her an opportunity to ruin the tender sentiment with one of her wise cracks, he
stilled her lips with a quick kiss.

Unaware of conscious effort to move it, Allie found her left
hand sliding up Reece’s side. He pulled away from the kiss much too quickly for
her and, so she hurriedly closed the distance between them once more. As her
fingers drifted up his torso, curling around his shoulder, before reaching
around the back of his neck.

The joining of lips was soft, gentle and unhurried. It
conveyed a facet of their love for each other, that neither had been good at
expressing as teenage lovers and as adults. Teasing, laughter and occasional
passionate fights had been the trademark of their first attempt at a
relationship. It had also been the trademark of the beginning of their second
try at it. At least, it
had
been until Reece discovered the truth. Then,
knowing that they didn’t have the luxury of time to waste, both had let their
guards down a little; been prepared to be more vulnerable and displayed a
softer side to their feelings.

For Allie, however, the kiss was not enough. A sudden
realization struck her: this could be the last time they get to be together.
The doctor wanted to book her surgery as quickly as possible, which he implied
would mean slicing her open the next day. If this really was all they had, she
needed more than just a sweet massage of mouths.

She tentatively parted her lips beneath his and extended her
tongue, Gently running it along his bottom lip. Reece almost instantly
responded by opening his mouth in welcome and he released a muted groan as she
slid her tongue over his.

Her body answered that call instinctively and she rolled
onto her side. There were still clothes and bed sheets between them, but their
bodies were pressed tightly against each other and Allie found her lower body
moving restlessly.

At that point, Reece seemed to fully comprehend the path
they were on and tipped his face back. A little breathless, he looked down into
her bright eyes. “Allie,” he mumbled, finding it impossible to think clearly,
while focused on those deep pools of light. “I’m not...” His second attempt to
speak was just as unsuccessful as the first. Forcing his gaze away from hers,
he inhaled slowly. “I don’t think we should be doing this,” he eventually
muttered.

“Why not?” she replied, already pushing the sheets from her
body and kicking them down to the bottom of the bed. “I want you, Reece,” she
added.

“I want you,” he echoed, “but here? Now?” he babbled,
nervously.

Allie’s hands were suddenly at his waist. She unbuckled his
belt, before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down. “There may not
be another time,” she whispered, her lips grazing his neck and chin as she slid
a hand into his open fly.

Reece’s whole body suddenly went very stiff. For a couple of
seconds he remained that way, before his fingers quickly grasped Allie’s wrist
and pulled her hand away from his responsive groin. “No,” he sadly mumbled.
“No, I can’t. I can’t say goodbye.”

Shifting back, Allie looked into his face, noting the
conflict in his eyes. “I don’t want to say goodbye either,” she gently told
him. Pulling her hand from his and reaching up to his face. Slowly, she stroked
his creased brow with the backs of her fingers. “But I don’t want to regret not
saying it.”

“Allie,” Reece breathed, as a single tear fell on his right
cheek. “I...I...”

“Just love me,” Allie pleaded, her free hand tugging at the
papery hospital gown. The ties at the back easily gave way and the thin garment
quickly found its way to the floor by her side. Allie took his hand in hers and
brought it to one bare breast.

Reece didn’t fight against her, and as his fingers gently
cupped the soft flesh, he began to move his hand lovingly over it. His warm
palm pressed against her erect nipple, causing Allie to inhale sharply. His
eyes darted to hers, which he found closed. Her mouth was open, her bottom lip
quivering, while her hand gripped his tightly.

Eventually his fingers slipped from her breast and stroked
down her side. When he reached her hip, he gradually traced the curve, before
trailing down her outer thigh. Allie’s breath hitched each time his touch
caressed a fresh piece of skin. By the time he reached her knee and rubbed at
the back of it, her heart was pounding so violently she felt sure that he must
have been able to both feel and hear it.

He continued his tender exploration of her body, as if he
were trying to commit every single soft curve to memory.  After what felt like
an exquisite eternity to Allie, his hand slipped between her legs and began to
stroke its way up her inner thigh. When he reached the juncture, he found her
already very wet. Nevertheless, he took his time, his fingers slipping
carefully between her folds and rubbing unhurriedly back and forth. Every time
he reached her clitoris, he lingered, rolling the pad of a finger or thumb in
an intimate circle. Each time he did that, Allie gasped and a shiver zigzagged
its way down her spine.

Soon, the expectation had become unbearable and she was
pleading in nonsensical half words and primal sounds. Reece wasn’t in such a
hurry, though. Forced to withdraw his hand from her body, he sat upright and
pulled his T-shirt up over his head. He tossed it uncaringly aside, before
focusing on pushing his jeans and underwear off his hips.

Allie watched him closely, rolling onto her back in
preparation for him, while her hand lazily explored the tight, muscles of his
abdomen. “How did you get these?” she asked, sounding intoxicated, but alcohol
having nothing to do with it.

“Huh?” he asked, peering down at her hand. “Oh,” he added,
relaxation dawning. “I just...” he said slowly, his hands gripping the bunch of
fabric at his ankles and whipping them the clothes off his feet. “I do a lot of
sports, I guess,” he replied. Now completely naked, he remained on his small
edge of the bed, rolling onto his side, he faced Allie.

She was eagerly grasping his hip and trying to encourage him
on top of her, but he wasn’t in any rush. His incredible self-control was
beginning to frustrate her, but even at the time, a part of her was glad of it.
She wanted it to last; if it really would be their last time, she wanted it to
be just as spectacular as their first. If things had been left to her, they
would have both been spent and in a sweaty, sticky, panting mess long before
that moment.

Despite Reece's measured approach, it was abundantly clear
that he was just as turned on as she was. His erection was straining against
her hip, the tip brushing her pelvis as he lounged by her side. As he draped
his upper body over Allie's; his lips softly tasting her cheek, her neck and
the curves of her breasts, she gently grasped his hot, rigid member. She rubbed
slowly, enjoying the sensation of his soft skin moving beneath her touch.
Closing her eyes, she imagined his masculine body within her.

Her stimulation proved too much for Reece's resolve, soon he
was resting both palms on the mattress by her side and lifting himself over
her. Allie parted her thighs and he smoothly slipped his knees between her
legs. Keeping most of his weight off her, he carefully pressed his upper half
to hers. Allie mumbled something incoherent as her soft breasts were pressed
against his hard chest. Her nipples brushed against his taut muscles, causing
her to writhe lustily beneath him.

His penis was pressed at her belly and she could feel the
small amount of liquid that emanated from him, coating the skin near her navel.
Her hips were jerking up, silently encouraging him to make them one. And
eventually, he heeded her request. Steadily, he readjusted his position until
the head of his member was prodding at her welcoming sex. He pushed forward
inexorably slowly, entering her almost as carefully as he had the night he took
her innocence.

“Oh, God,” Allie panted, bucking in an attempt to hasten the
sensation of fullness she so desperately desired.

Reece's eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he concentrated
hard on every tiny movement forward. Delighting in every single sensation: the
smell of her skin, the sound of her plaintive whimpers and the indescribable
sense of warmth as her soft body gave beneath the pressure of his questing
shaft.

After several minutes, that seemed like hours to Allie, she
sighed as the base of his penis gently came into contact with her hairless
outer lips and his soft balls rested on her inner thighs and the top of her
buttocks. She giggled when she heard him release a strangled breath, that he'd
been holding for quite some time.

“Allie,” he panted. “You feel so good.”

“You feel pretty good, too,” she chuckled, her hips moving
in gentle circles, as she took full advantage of his pubic bone rested against
her clitoris. “Ahh,” she cried out, as the glorious pressure caused lights to
dance in front of her eyes. Her internal muscles trembled  and seemed to want
to draw him deeper. Without realizing she was doing it, Allie was lifting her
legs, her knees sliding up his torso. “Ohh,” she groaned, as he did delve
another inch or so inside her.

“Are you okay?” Reece asked, his right hand leaving the bed
and hooking under her knee to take some of the weight for her.

“Better than okay,” she whispered, her eyes drifting closed
as sensory overload demanded that one of them shut off. “Much better.”

Reece stayed that way for quite some time, fending off the
urge to thrust and take his pleasure in her. Instead, he gently rocked, urging
his hips to hers. Each time he did, Allie mumbled or bit her lip, as she was
slowly coaxed closer and closer to orgasm.

She sucked in a breath and held it, as she felt the
tightening in her abdomen. It was a matter of seconds before the waves began to
wash over her. It wasn't an explosion of pleasure, as she'd sometimes
experienced. Instead, it was gentle sparks that rolled through her. It felt a
little like soaking in a warm bath. She quietly called his name, as the
electricity pulsed its way into every cell.

As the sensation passed and she melted into the mattress,
Reece began to move. But even then, it was slow, measured. Whether through
deference over her weakened condition, or a desire to simply prolong their
union for as long as possible, his thrusts were soft, long strokes. He withdraw
almost completely, before entering inch by inch.

“Ugh,” Allie growled in frustration. She needed to feel
more. Although what Reece was doing felt good, she knew that he was holding
back. He wasn't loving her with the complete abandon she'd become accustomed
to. And she needed to be loved that way. “More,” she gasped. “Reece, please.”

He brought his face down to hers, claiming her mouth in a
passionate kiss. His lips and tongue ravaged her, exactly as she wished the
rest of his body would. However, in complete contrast to the sensual
animalistic movement of his mouth, Reece's lower half continued to maintain
control over his primitive yearnings.

“Faster,” Allie urged, bucking against him. “Reece,” she
panted. Sweat was beginning to pool on her brow as a painful desire welled in
her belly. She desperately needed a release.

He complied with her request, plunging back into her warmth.
However, he still kept a tight rein on his lust.

She inched her legs up ever higher, and as the tip of his
shaft softly touched her cervix, the dam finally broke. Her legs clamped his
torso and she tossed her head back into the pillows. With her eyes closed, she
gulped in mouthfuls of air, as every muscle in her body tightly locked. “Oh,
God,” she breathed, white spots flashing over her closed eyelids.

The feel of her body squeezing him tightly was too much for
Reece and with a muted grunt, he felt his cock lengthen and release. Allie
experienced another mini orgasm, as she sensed his warmth pulse into her in
strong bursts.

With shaky limbs, Reece continued to hold the bulk of his
weight off Allie. However, his head was too heavy for his neck and it drifted
down to hers. Forehead to forehead, they looked blurry-eyed at each other. Both
breathed quickly, hearts racing and blood pulsing to the place where they
remained joined.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly.

“I'm fine,” Allie replied. “I'm not going to break,” she
added, smiling up at him.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged. “I know...I just...”

Lifting her head from the pillow, Allie silenced him with a
gentle kiss on the lips. As she allowed her head to drift back to the bed, she
chuckled lightly.

“What?” he asked, smiling down at her.

“Nothing,” she dismissed, shaking her head.

“What?” he repeated.

“I was just thinking,” she sighed, her thighs slowly
drifting down, while her feet stroked lazy patterns on the backs of his calves.
“Promise me, next time we do this, we'll be somewhere a little nicer.”

Reece smiled, but it was a melancholy expression. The
thought of a 'next time' frightened him. What if there wasn't a next time? He
knew the thought must have flashed through Allie's mind, too. But she seemed to
find comfort in not dwelling on it and just assuming there would be a ‘next
time’. “This isn't your idea of a romantic night spot?” he teased.