The Feast

We were two hungry lovers who had not had warm flesh to satisfy our appetite for quite some time. Carnal cravings resonated through every sideways glance we chanced. There was something magical interlaced with the bitter sweet tension of knowing we would never see each other again. Sex was not the objective; we made love to each other in a much softer way. Somewhere buried beneath our make shift pillow fort, we lost all sense of time. Trapped in a parallel universe we were two strangers finally finding home in each others arms. He whispered how tender and passionate my kisses were. I traced the contours of his body with my fingertips and pretended this night would never end. Layers of clothing soon became cast aside in exchange for the feeling of skin on skin. His tight responsive body rolled into mine and moan after moan escaped my lips simply from his breath on my neck, his fingers through my hair. We had promised each other we wouldn't go all the way-not tonight. Not when we both quivered with excitement even when the room had been filled with people. We waited patiently for them to clear out before testing the waters. Before leaning in close enough to see if all the sensual vibrations rolling off our bodies would be reciprocated. And they were. I felt as passionately for him as I could tell he felt for me as he occasionally pulled away from our kisses just to catch his breath and smile. After hours of kissing and touching we had teased each other into oblivion. He wanted to keep his initial promise, but things were heating up fast. He grabbed my hand and longingly left a trail of kisses up my arm, across my collarbone, and back to my lips. The kisses then travelled lower to my chin, then lower still to me neck, and lower and lower until his teeth nibbled the lacy edge of my underwear. His eyes burned into mine, seeking approval to continue. How could I deny those deep pools of amber anything they sought? I didn't have to say a word. I wrapped my legs around his lower back and squeezed-this was as good of a green light as any. During our hours spent intertwined we had become vastly adept at reading and responding to each others body language. With his head between my thighs he teased me moments longer with soft wet kisses up and down my legs. Finally the climax of our connection came as his tongue began to taste me. Slow and careful at first, he quickly found the zones that elicited the loudest moans and worked his magic there. My body shook with ecstasy as my hips arched, eagerly lifting towards his face. He paused only long enough to tell me how sweetly I tasted. In between gasping breaths I begged him not to stop. A flash of heat accumulated in my stomach and intensified in all the places that his mouth explored. Up to this point in my life I wasn't sure if I had ever actually orgasmed. Now as I lay beside him, utterly out of breath and tingling everywhere, I realized what I had been missing out on. I smiled to myself at the irony. The first sexual encounter I'd ever had that didn't result in actual sex was the most exquisite and satisfying experience of my life. He placed my hand on his cheek and held me tightly. Unlike most boys I hooked up with, the affection didn't stop as soon as the climax did. Twelve hours ago our eyes met for the first time. Six of those hours were were spent lost in each others bodies like we had been lovers for years. And now in less than half an hour he would be gone forever. But I would never forget the night two hungry lovers indulged their chance to feast.