Three days was the morning.
My focus three days old.
My head, it landed
To the sounds of cricket bows…
I am a proud man anyway…
Covered now by three days…
We saw shadows of the morning light
the shadows of the evening sun
till the shadows and the light were one.
-Janes Addiction, Three Days
Day 3 – Sunday. Unfortunately, Sunday morning eventually comes for two people who want nothing more than to spend eternity it the feeling they have dove into the past two days.
He remembers waking up next to her and being in complete happiness and harmony with the world. Beneath the bliss, there is an air of gloom as they are also saddened by the harsh realization that time together is limited now. Soon, it will be wheels up time again and back, the feelings of missing each other, and then planning the next adventure.
The next plane ticket. The next Airbnb. The next city.
Just the next time with her.
Sunday morning she is beyond sore everywhere, inside and out, and will be for days to come. Not too sore to have sex three more times before getting out of bed, but her kitty is going to be reminding her for a week of his presence.
Waking up next to her and sleeping through the night was pure bliss. Seeing the beauty of her face as his eyes opened was something that he knew he’d never tire of, or get used to. You could put 25 years on her and it wouldn’t change a thing; the butterflies would still be alive and well in his stomach.
He slept next to the door that night, as every man should, and he knew she was sleeping sound this night considering she had an orgasmic marathon of bondage-induced subspace just mere hours earlier.
He recalls looking at her beautiful face in his lap as she fell asleep on the couch the night before, thinking to himself, “she is completely gone right now. I did this to her. She submitted everything to me and I honored her right. God, I fucking love this woman.”
In the morning, he started by devouring her pussy again, as is pretty much his calling card by now. He made her cum like he always does, yet no orgasm ever feels like a routine – she always buckles, moans, and whimpers at the end.
It is the most beautiful thing to watch.
“I cannot help it. I’d stay down here all day and make her cum if I could”, is his mindset.
Gazing up between her thighs, he stood up, grinned his devilish grin, tossed her phone to her, and he didn’t need to say much more than that. They’d had plenty of conversations about this. Hell, he even wrote a post warning her about it ahead of time.
He ate her pussy and she captured the video of it and about 15 seconds into it, he shoved two fingers in her overly wet kitty and her moans were unbelievably sexy to hear.
He climbed on, fixed the camera on her pussy, and then slowly shoved the tip of his dick inside her for another quick video, then tossed the phone down, and fucked her with as much passion and attention to her as he ever had.
Every time they had sex that morning he came inside her.
Next, with her head leaning off the bed, he took her ass and her moans and screams we so unbelievably surreal, that he still sees and hears her in this state when he closes his eyes and really thinks about it.
Claiming her ass as his property just like every other part of her body, he knows from the reactions he saw coming out of her that November morning that she was completely lost in bliss. She was giving her ass to him and he was taking it and using it in a way that felt amazing for her.
He came inside her yet again and kissed her with adoring pride.
“You are mine, my love”, he said.
“I love you.”
She said she loved him too. To be quite honest, they said it a million times over those three days and every day before and after too.
They mean it.
In that “best” way.
The heartwrenching reality of it was that knew they had to say goodbye soon.
So they said it, over and over, which took maybe thirty minutes to get through, and if a plane wasn’t on time, they might still be saying it right now.
They were kissing like the world was ending, saying “I love you” and every other thing that two people can say who are reaching their hardest for the most sacred words to express their passion for each other.
They said goodbye. They said, soon again. They said, “I love you”.
And she got in her car drove away.
God, I fucking miss you, Kitten.
You are my orange sky, forever.
I Love You.
Also published on Medium.