Somehow, they ended up in his bedroom and he was glad that for once he had both made the bed and picked up his dirty clothes that afternoon. They tore each other's clothes off and lay down together. As she held his penis, he realized he would not last very long and warned her to be careful. She gave him a teasing smile and told him she wanted him to cum right away. She turned around and knelt to take him in her mouth thus exposing the inter folds of her sex. She heard him moan and knew he was close. When he came, she swallowed fast not losing a drop of his issue. She then cleaned him off with her tongue and ended with kissing the tip.
She snuggled up beside him both feeling satisfied as he put his arm around her to hold her close. He leaned down to kiss her deeply and he tasted his own salty semen on her lips, this only aroused him yet again. He played with her breasts while they kissed, teasing her nipples until they stuck out hard. He kissed the flat surface between her breasts and then licked up the side of her breast to her nipple. He put her nipple between his lips and licked the tip until now she was the one moaning. He kissed down to her pubes and just the touch of her silky patch made his loins stir with desire. He got up, walked to the end of the bed, and then crawled up between her legs. He put his face into her sex, wet with her juices. First he stuck his tongue deep in her womb and then ran it through the matted hair holding her labia together thus freeing her aching clitoris. She came as soon as his tongue touched her clit and he waited a beat until he began his assault anew. He held her first in his lips then lightly with his teeth as his tongue played with her most sensitive organ. Locked in the throes of passion she held his head as her body trounced on the bed. Finally, when she could take no more she pushed his head away and she lay there panting.
Now it was he, who snuggled beside her with his head on her breast. She ran her fingers through his hair as her breathing returned to normal. She rolled him over onto his back and then climbed on top of him cowgirl style.
"John I still need you inside me, I want to feel your love."
He slipped up inside her as she leaned over giving him her breast and as she held his hands over his head, she rode him until he surrendered his seed to her, deep inside.
In the morning, they made love again this time with less frenzy yet still as rewarding. After they took a shower together in his tiny bathroom and they washed each other with a familiarity that belied their just being together for only one night. Breakfast was cold cereal and conversation and this was what they both learned to love about each other. He told her,
"You make me think of Schweitzer." She said, "How so?"
"It was he who said, 'At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.' Lacey I thank the heavens for you have rekindled that flame that I thought for sure had gone out forever."
She started to cry, sending him rushing to her side with an apology. She shook her head saying she was OK,
"John I know your heart is broken from your lost love but my heart has yet to know love. I ache for someone to feel for me as you did for your wife and I want someone to feel my love."
The two spent an idyllic winter vacation together inseparable both day and night while mostly naked and in bed. Lacey learned how to love someone and John learned that he could love again. Both grew through the romance and learned from the experience of the heart. Although both felt deeply in love we all know that these brief encounters of the heart often called 'shipboard' romances seldom workout once back in the real world. When Lacey's friends and classmates came back to campus she realized she had more in common with them than John. It was only after talking with colleagues that John realized the only thing he and Lacey had in common was their desire of each other. The split didn't happen overnight and was almost a relief when it finally occurred. It still hurt as both thought of 'what might have been' and yet both were still grateful of Lacey's 'winter break assignment.'
I leave you gentle reader with one of Shakespeare's thoughts on love." It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Maybe not at first but after a while I think both John and Lacey would agree that without the risk of a broken heart you would never gain the rewards of true love. Oh and by the way, Lacey got an A on her assignment.
