Never Let You Go by Desmond Haas Read Free Book Online

of the bed, crying as well. I knew she saw my tears. This was my time with Sam, both of us wanting only each other.
    “Sam,” I said, barely choking the words out. “Sam, I want you to make love to me.”
    This wonderful, gentle man gathered me into his arms, gazed at me with ardor, and said, “With all my heart.”
    He pulled me down on the bed, rolling over me to between my legs. For a minute or two, he looked at me, moving his gaze from one part of me to another, as if memorizing me before inserting his cock. Slowly and with gentleness only he has, he thrust back and forth and delicately kissed my tears away. When they were gone, he pulled my arms above my head, holding them there, and he gave me his mouth. Slowly moving his cock in and out of me, he kissed me, and our tongues stroked one another. I picked up my legs and locked my ankles around his waist. Every time he thrust inside me, I used my legs to pull him more, forcing my clit against the base of his cock. When they say time stands still, they’re right. At that moment, time stopped, and there was nothing else in the universe but the two of us and our bodies loving one another while I climbed in intensity and craved release. We stopped kissing and pulled our heads apart far enough to watch each other. We were moving faster now, his balls slapping my ass and my clit buzzing with need. I prayed I could come with him.
    Sam’s eyes looked so beautiful, feasting on me. I wasn’t too far from coming and pulled on my legs with all the strength I had left. Sam pummeled me, his cock seeming to drive deeper with each thrust, and my body gratefully accepting everything he gave.
    Drops of perspiration were flowing from my hairline, our skin was slick, and Sam’s face was glistening. Our breathing sounded like gasps, as we worked towards giving each other what we both wanted and needed.
    At the exact instant of release, Sam thrust forward and said, “I love you,” and we went over the edge together.
    When we recovered, Linda sat on the chair, sniffling and drying her eyes. I gave her a small smile, and she returned it. Turning on my side, I saw Sam, still panting and completely spent. Anticipating my needs, Linda came around the bed and handed me a towel. I used it to blot Sam’s face. He smiled at me and looked over at Linda to say thanks. All Linda could do was nod.
    “Would you like me to leave,” she asked.
    “What for?” I said.
    “So you two can be alone for a while.”
    “No,” Sam said. “I’d really like it if you would lie with us, and we can enjoy your company and share what we’re feeling with you.”
    Linda climbed in bed with us, and we held each other for the next hour. There wasn’t much talking or moving; we were just being together.
    Later in the afternoon, Linda decided to leave and allow us to have the evening and Sunday together. “Anyway,” she said, “I’m spent, and all I want is a hot bath and to pour myself in bed.”
    That gave me an idea, and I turned to Sam. “Will you excuse me for bit?”
    “Come with me, Linda.” I said and took her hand, walking her to the bathroom. I started the shower, and we climbed in together. I soaped up a cloth and washed her completely, as my way of saying ‘thank you.’ Then, I washed myself while she rinsed.
    Both Sam and I sat on the bed while she got dressed, and we walked her to the door. As she left, I realized what a great friend she really was. No one else in my life would I have trusted to do this favor, and I had little hesitation in asking her.
    We ordered take-away food, as we were both too tired to go anywhere, and fell asleep quite early. Sunday we spent walking around the area, visiting the Tate Gallery and sitting in the garden.

Distance
     
    Sam left at the end of the following week, and we promised to use the computer phone to speak as often as possible. We connected most every night with emails during the day, and although we could talk to each other so often, it wasn’t