The orgasm arrived, thick and fast. Slurping the vaginal honey, he got up and kissed me deeply again.
His rod now deserved special treatment… and I was only too willing to oblige.
I put my tongue out.
The tip was kissed, and then the entire length was taken proper care of. The pelting water washed away the glistening saliva I left over his massive erection, as a result of the diligent licking and sucking, and he soon exploded in my mouth, which I was expecting as a result of the deep growls and groans under his breath. Groans of pure ecstasy and satisfaction.
We were not done yet; he slapped my back and I was made to sit on all fours while he prepared to ram his still hardened cock into my anal hole, which was already soft and moistened as a result of his deft tongue-play. I felt my butt cheeks cuddled and caressed; he was running his hands all over my bulbous rear in such a tempting manner that I stooped further low… my buxom mounds were almost touching the bathroom floor. The penetration arrived soon after… the rhythmic in-and-out… the scandalous libido… my hair being tugged in fistfuls and my ear-splitting screams and moans… with Rajat increasing his pace like a brutal maniac and the merciless ravaging of my sex… more and more… “Aaahhhh… ohhhh… ummhhhhh… Aaahhhhhh!!…”
I was his breakfast this morning…
We lay on the damp floor for a while, after my husband had cummed again, the stains of semen ebbing away while we updated our memories with yet another sexual escapade. The silence seemed somewhat unnatural, after all that frantic shouting and whining… the only sound came from the still pouring shower. After what seemed like an eternity, Rajat got up and closed the tap before leaving the bathroom. I followed him.
He started getting dressed, without a word. I sat on the bed, watching my love covering up his drool-worthy figure… his dressing sense was also immaculate. When he finished, he came up to me, knelt down and took my hand in his. Was he proposing again?
“Anu, I’m so sorry. I have to leave the country immediately. A major work issue has come up at our head office in the States. I am sorry you cannot accompany me -” I could hardly believe my ears. That early morning call surely was a bad omen then!
“We will be leaving soon after. My bosses have organized our flights. You will have no trouble flying back to India. Every arrangement has been made. We are going to the airport together. It will be all right, honey… I will make it up to you, I promise. It’s just a matter of a fortnight. Who knew this will end so soon? I’m not liking it… but I really need to go.”
I looked at his face… at those adorable and heartfelt eyes. I understood the gravity and his desperation to make love to me early this morning. Two weeks away from each other from now on… and right in the middle of our honeymoon. Life really is unpredictable and uncertain… what waits for us in the next moment cannot be planned beforehand. We had to accept this, and move on. After all, work was obviously important. And life had certain priorities and exigencies. The affair at hand could be curtailed and easily postponed for a later date again. I thought about the bigger picture… did two weeks really matter in a lifetime of togetherness?