She lay there, languidly relaxing in the afterglow of the experience, she could feel him beside her, holding her, caressing her, singing softly to her. She thought back to how they had met. It was amazing she thought, he'd seemed to materialise into her life after a string of unhappy and dissatisfying liaisons. She couldn't call them relationships, they'd never been meaningful, not for the men it seemed. She'd just been another conquest, another quick fuck, another easy lay. She'd been vulnerable for so long, seeking to please these bastards that she'd let into her heart, soul and body.
She remembered how she had done all that they had asked, all that they had wanted and how each of them had then gone on, leaving her behind, alone, loveless and bereft in the world. And then she'd met him. He didn't hit on her, he didn't treat her like the rest did. He hadn't presumed, he hadn't pushed. But he had nonetheless drawn her to him. And he had done things she never experienced, opened worlds to her in an afternoon that she never known had existed. He had touched her in ways that no man had ever even bothered to. Pleasing her in ways she had only dimly imagined. And he did it selflessly, as if her pleasure was all that had mattered to him. As if her ecstasy was all that had mattered. Even now, while she was near exhaustion, he was tending to her, unlike the others, he had not fallen asleep.
It had been the best sex in her life, better then anything she'd experienced before. He had massaged her, touched her, kissed her, tasted her, taken her to the heights of orgasm again and again before he had relented and slid into her. And then she had been surprised that he had worked with her, pleasing her still. She had expected that he would rut at her like some bull and then collapse on her, spent and exhausted. But no, he danced her through the halls of heaven, moving with a slow and steady passion that built and built until she was crying with the joy of it. Begging him to go faster, and he did, moving with a care and compassion that was beyond anything she had ever experienced before. And when she could stand no more, he had come into her, filling her, the force of his explosion setting off seismic shockwaves through her that left her exhausted and fulfilled.
And still he was considerate of her needs, holding her, and cuddling with her while she dozed in the lazy languid pleasure of the afterglow. And she wondered if he would be gone. She knew that he was a traveller, that he wouldn't stay, and she wept for the coming parting.
"What is wrong dear heart?" he asked, breaking off in mid-song as the grief ripped through her with a forcefulness that surprised her.
"You're going to leave me," she sobbed.
"We all leave sometime goddess," he said, the honesty both brutal and beautiful in its simplicity.
"But I don't want to lose..." She faltered and then finished. "I don't want to lose this wonderful feeling, I don't want to lose you." And he smiled at her, benignly, sweetly and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. And looking into his eyes she saw sadness and pain there also.
"I know lover, but I hope that you will remember me? And in remembering me, you will always have me, and having that you will also always have this. No one can take that from you." and she nodded, understanding in her heart the truth of his words. He kissed her again and she took him in her arms, holding him fiercely not wanting to let him go. And he did it again, loving her to the heights of heaven and beyond.
