You were the first person who ever understood me. You looked inside me right away. Saw my loneliness and filled it. Saw my pain and soothed it. Took me to places I had only imagined, and some I had never imagined.
You were so beautiful. Hair soft and thick, golden in sunlight. Copper highlights in sunset. A tangled and glorious mane early in the morning.
Eyes jade, and almond-shaped. Sensual. Serene. Ever seductive. Looking at me, into me, and through me; at times beyond me.
Such delicate shoulders and collarbones. The taut breasts of a young woman. Full, and swaying as you moved.
Slender waist and flat tummy. The full hips of a woman. Plush buttocks, silky smooth. Pink lips with a strip of tawny hair above them.
Off-the-shoulder black dresses and charcoal colored nylons held up by straps attached to a black garter belt. Braless nipples.
Sweater dresses with nothing underneath except tight leggings, teasing my imagination.
Form-fitting t-shirts with thin bras. Tight jeans and spiked heels that accentuated your back arch. Wearing a ponytail at times; hair coiffed with strands hanging down next to hoop earrings at other times.
Your seductiveness was masterful. Sophisticated woman. Playful nymph. Coy mistress. You could make hard love to me all night then outfit yourself the next morning to look like someone’s innocent daughter when we went out to a cafe for brunch. Playful glances at me as we ate, glances that asked me, “Think they know how we were not so long ago?”
How we were. Fleshy sounds and moans and whispers becoming more and more insistent. Your scent still on my face as you rode me, my hands holding your breasts and slapping your buttocks alternately. Your gasping as you neared climax, grinding and swiveling as you leaned forward on my hips, climbing ever closer to the waves you loved to ride. Your eyes closing as it began, then flying open as you moaned then screamed and bucked on my hips as the pulsating overtook your senses as it radiated throughout your body.
Then I put you on your back and drove into you with deep, powerful thrusts as you held me with your arms and legs, urging me with lusty encouragement to empty myself into you. I signaled my climax with a loud grunt and a final thrust that buried my cock in you. Afterwards you stroked my hair and cooed sweet words into my ear.
More later….
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mwy6wd/the_last_sunset