Chapter 15

Sara's heart sped up as Gil's fingers touched her cheek. Her body reacted to the touch, "Gil."
Gil didn't respond with words, his hand caressed the side of her face, then the curves of her ear, and finally sliding down her neck. She was so gorgeous.

Slowly he removed her top followed by her bra. Sara kissed him, just as slowly she removed his shirt. Their bottoms followed quickly.
Sara's eyes shut, her breathing growing faster. She needed this intimate time with him, neither of them knew for sure when they would be together again.

Gil's fingers ran a path to her chest. Sara moaned, reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Gil's hand caressed the curve of her breast, his lips traveling down her shoulder. His tongue ran a path back up to her neck, tasting her skin. Sara took a deep breath. He made her feel so loved, one of her hands slid up his neck, to weave through his hair, the other slid down his back, gently caressing.
"Sara..." He started kissing her smooth skin again. His hand kneaded her breast, and his other slid around to the small of her back, tracing it lightly with his fingers, pulling her closer to him.

She groaned, pulling his face away from her shoulder and kissing him desperately. Gil slid his tongue into her mouth, delighting in her sweetness.
Gil could feel the tension in his body. He needed her. His hand found her butt. Caressing first, then squeezing.
Sara body was jerking, Gil's touch always felt so good.

Sara began to draw away from the kiss. Her lips sought his neck, sliding down it. Tasting him now. Sweet and salty at the same time, and so masculine. His body was beginning to throb with need. He wanted to feel himself inside her, to feel her tense around him.

Gil pulled her head away from his shoulder, kissing her again as he carried her toward the bed.

They fell onto it gladly, his hand creeping up her, seeking her breast again. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, and it tightened. Sara wiggled against him, igniting fire in both their groins.

Pulling back he gazed down at her a minute, needing memorizing her, the curves of her breast and stomach - never wanting to forget an inch of her.

Then he leaned down, his mouth seizing one of her breasts, his tongue swirling around it and over it.

"Gil!" Sara cried out, feeling the fire growing inside her. Her hands traced down his body, she could feel his manhood hardening against her legs.

Gil moved just a little from her, he was studying her again, locking the picture of her in his mind. He knew they would be apart for a month and he wanted the picture of her body burned into his mind. He inhaled deeply as he looked at her. Gil wanted to be able to see her each time he closed his eyes, he wanted to have her scent burned into his brain.

Sara looked up a him with desire. She could see the desire in his eyes, and it fueled the fire within her. She sat up, arms encircling him, as she kissed him and dragged him back down to her. The kiss was intoxicating. His one hand slid down to caress her breast again, and she slid hers back down his body, and back up again.

Gil groaned into the kiss, breaking it off to trail his lips down her neck again.
Sara gasped, squirming at the sensation, lost in passion. Her hands trailed along his body - caressing; squeezing; loving the feel of it. She, like Gil, wanted the image of his body imprinted on her mind.

Gil shivered, desire spiraling within him, desperately needing to be inside her. But he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to give her every ounce of pleasure he could, this may be the last time they'd be together until he come back.
Gil's lips returned to her neck, kissing, then trailing his lips down her chest and stomach. Sara lay back, moaning at the feeling of his lips against her skin.

He paused as he reached her womanhood, admiring the beauty of it. She began to sit up to look, to see why he stopped but then his tongue touched the lips of her womanhood. She fell back on the bed with a gasp.

Gil felt her tense against his tongue, she moaned, and her legs spread wider for him. He attacked the lips of her womanhood with his lips, kissing them, then latching sucking at them, licking at them with his tongue. Sara moaned loudly. The pleasure was so intense it was almost torture, but she didn't want it to end. Sara shivered, another loud moan escaping.

One of his hands slid down to spread her lips, and his tongue slid across the opening, but did not enter. She squirmed desperately, pressing back into the bed. He found her nub, tickling it with his tongue, burying his face into her.

Sara groaned, she couldn't take this. Her body was hot with need, tensing tighter as he teased her with his mouth. His tongue slid inside her entrance, slowly and then withdrew. Sara whimpered, the tension inside her was so intense, and his actions only made her tighter. She desperately needed release. His tongue shot into her, then out again, then in. Fast, fiercely. All the while his fingers massaged her nub.

She couldn't keep still her body wriggled, squirmed underneath this treatment. Just as she was about to climax, he withdrew completely. A frustrated cry came from her lips at his denial.

Gil eased himself above her, he wanted to he inside her when she reached her climax, bending down he kissed her passionately. She could taste herself on his lips and it only heated her more.

She moaned, tugging at his hair, her legs entangling around his waist.
Gil groaned into the kiss, his entire body was throbbing for her. Every inch of him screamed for his own release, for the feel of her body. He set himself gently at her entrance, barely holding back the desire to simply shove inside. Gil wanted the feeling to last, he wanted to move into her slowly, inch by inch.

Sara couldn't take it, she pressed her legs down forcing him partway into her. She broke the kiss with a small cry. Gil felt so good inside her.

Gil moved out then entered back inside her slowly, moaning at the feeling of her tightness around him. He paused, waiting for her to adjust.

The feel of her vaginal muscles tightening around him was more then he could take. Gil lost the last of his control, he pulled partly out, then entered her again. She met him with a thrust of her own, and continued to do so as he pumped into her. She threw her head back, unable to stop her moans now. Deeper and deeper he thrust into her, and finally she gave one last cry as her body finally found its release, her juices covering his manhood. When her muscles clamped down around him Gil cried out as well, spilling himself inside of her.

Gil collapsed on top of Sara, he was covered with sweat and both were breathing heavily. After several minutes he slowly pulled out, somehow managing to find the strength to roll off of her. Sara nestled closer, her arm on his waist, her head on his shoulder.
Silence filled the room for several minutes.
Sara sighed, burying her face in his shoulder. He would be gone tomorrow and she was already starting to feel the pain of his absence.

"Tomorrow," she simply said, not wanting to talk about it but knowing it had to be discussed.

Gil understood. They'd face tomorrow and the pain of being apart when it came.

Gil pulled the covers over them, snuggling closer as they both drifted off to sleep.