My Inner Voice...
"Do you have to leave tomorrow?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, I do. I have to be back at work early Monday morning. I'll need to give them my resignation and start packing."
"When will you be back?" I pressed my body against his. I didn't want him to leave.
"I'm hoping a few days before we go live." He kissed me and ran his tongue across my lips. "I'll call you every day..." Our kisses were beginning to take on a life of their own. "...we can FaceTime and video chat. Oh, by the way." he said, nuzzling his face in my neck, "There's something I forgot to tell you about me..."
"Yes?" I moaned, moving my head to give him more access.
"I like to bite." A moment later, his mouth found a soft spot between my neck and chest and sucked firmly. My cock went to instant attention.
"Harder," I cried. "I want you so badly..." Thrashing beneath him, trying to get friction on my cock. My cock found his, which was hard also, and together we humped each other. He left my neck, and his mouth found mine.
"We have to wait," he said. I want you so badly, but I also don't want to live a lifetime in one night. I want to savor you, but that's not to say we can't play some more."
Owen sat in the middle of our self-made bedding, his legs splayed slightly. He had me sit between his legs in what he called a modified lotus position. "One day, we'll do this, but instead of hugging each other, I'll have my cock deep in your ass." He smiled his homespun, boy-next-door smile and kissed the tip of my nose. "Scooch closer and wrap your legs around me."
We were less than an inch apart. Owen focused my attention on our kisses, which I quickly became addicted to. I was aware of him moving but didn't know what he was doing until his hand was firmly wrapped around my cock.
"Take my cock, like I have yours," he whispered.
He pressed my cock against his, our hands giving our cocks the contact we craved.
"Look at me..." his voice was low and seductive. "Don't think about cumming. Just enjoy the pleasure we are giving each other."
Our eyes were glued to each other.
"It's amazing that we've only known each other for a few short hours, and I felt like I've lived a lifetime with you," he said.
"And I spent a lifetime with someone, and after meeting you, I didn't know how empty my life was."
We kissed. Our kisses were evolving. In the beginning, they were filled with need, then with a deep passion. Now, they were soft and expressive. We were telling each other how we felt through our mouths.
As much as Owen told me not to think about cumming, I was an old dog waiting to be taught new tricks. I was so used to producing orgasm after orgasm to please Cyndi that I found it difficult to lay back and enjoy the experience. It seemed like all too soon, I felt my cock thickening with the desire to cum. Owen tried to slow me down, but we were fighting the primary attraction testosterone syndrome. Our subtle rubbing picked up. I was stroking his cock harder. He matched me stroke for stroke, and all too soon, we were swept in the desire to feel our cocks throbbing against each other.
My legs were wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me. Our grips tightened on our cocks, pressing them tighter together. We were seconds from reaching our plateaus. Owen pressed his chest against mine. His mouth sought mine. With a suppressed moan, we rocked together, our cocks expressing the total joy we felt.
"I can't seem to get enough of you," he moaned.
"I know that feeling." I squeezed his cock, draining the last drop of cum. "I wish I could beg you to stay, but I know you must go."
"We will have our time, Austin, I promise..." his voice trailed off. He, too, didn't want to face the reality that, in hours, we would be separated.
Our time together went by too quickly.
As odd as it sounded, we left our self-created utopia a little while later, dressed, and headed to the barn for morning chores. It felt natural, like we had been doing it together for years. The conversation morphed away from us to farming, something we naturally had in common.
We were sitting at the dining table when Thomas came in and told us it was time to leave for the airport. Owen asked me not to go with them. Saying goodbye on the doorstep would be difficult enough.
"I will call you as soon as I land and every hour after that." He kissed me one more time and reached his hand between my legs. "This is mine." He whispered.
"And this is mine," I said, caressing him gently.
"I will see you so very soon."
I wanted to run after the van and plead with him not to go, but as they drove away, I knew I needed this time to figure everything out and, as he said, to find my inner voice.
He landed in St. Paul at eight that night after traveling from Great Falls to Salt Lake City, to St. Paul. He called me the minute he got off the plane. I know it was silly, but I was in the guest bedroom, lying in the same spot we had been in the night before. I still hadn't seen or heard from Cyndi.
"Gosh, I miss you, and I'm dog-dead tired, too. Please remind me to never fly between St. Paul and Great Falls. It sucked having to change planes and wait at another airport for my connecting flight. To make matters worse, I have a twenty-five-minute drive, and it fucking snowed, so I have to dig my truck out."
"You have blue tooth?"
"Of course. My phone is my lifeline, especially now."
"I'll keep you company while you drive."
"My hero," he sighed.
We talked while he warmed up his truck, cleared away enough snow that he could get out, and drove. When he got home, we switched to our laptops and video-chatted before we were too tired to speak anymore.
