I Just Know

Just the Sex by Alice Holm

This story contains: her and her, contemporary romance, star-crossed lovers, madly in love, couple, anal, cunnilingus, goodbyes

She deploys tomorrow. We’ve only had a few months together and she’ll be gone for almost a year. 

I want to give her one last unforgettable night, the kind that will make her lie in bed awake, far across the world, ravenous for me. 

At the bar, I watch her play pool. She moves with a lithe confidence born from years of Division I lacrosse, from working her way up the army’s ranks. She leans against the table, oblivious to the guys from the base staring at the denim stretched tight across her ass. At the last second, she looks up, catches my eye and blows me a subtle kiss. Before I fully register the electric shock that’s traveled from my nipples down deep into my abdomen, she sinks the shot, the ball clamoring hard in the net.  

I follow her to her apartment, but lose sight of her truck. The thought of her impending departure creeps in, but I tamp down the tears, resolute on appreciating tonight. 

When I arrive, she’s already in bed—on her belly, propped naked on her elbows, reading on her phone. Sadness stirs again, but it mixes with desire tingling all over my skin. I shimmy out of my clothing and climb onto the mattress. 

From behind, my hand wraps underneath her chest and cups one breast. She spills out of my palm. My fingers find her nipple. She squirms, even as she stays focused on her phone. Coy as ever, she’s determined to ignore me for now. I feel myself spreading open. 

My lips trace a line down her spine and I bury my face between her firm ass cheeks. My teeth nibble into her flesh, my tongue caressing the puckered rim of her asshole. I suck the tiny knob of flesh at its base and slide my tongue into her, relish how she writhes, yet still keeps her attention on reading.  

I run my tongue down to her pussy and find her wet and wanting. Gentle and slow, I push two fingers against her tight asshole, press them farther in, until she swallows me whole. 

My whole body on fire and my fingers still buried in her ass, I hear her phone fall from her hands as she rolls over. I need my mouth on her, need to suck down every last drop of her. It’s as if I’m famished and don’t know when I will taste anything like this again, because in truth I don’t. 

With my tongue on her clit she is slick with want, her hair soft, her lips swollen and pulled wide apart. Her pussy is wide open when I enter her, and closes around me as I fill her. As she gets closer to coming, I fuck her harder and harder. Her ass slackens and she no longer grips me. This gives me purchase to push deeper, to spiral and slam my fingers in her pussy, her clit going rigid, until she explodes. 

The blast ricochets and the waves of her orgasm send echoes fluttering throughout my body until I collapse, breathless, my cheek resting on the silken skin of her inner thigh. I belong between her legs like I’ve never belonged anywhere in my life.

Rolling out from under me, she takes control and pushes me onto my back. She kneels between my thighs, and spreads my lips so that my clit is exposed. Then she lowers herself over me until her pussy covers mine. We’ve never done this before.

“I can hear how wet you are,” she whispers. So wet that this coming together of our swollen flesh makes me vulnerable and feral with desire as I give myself over to her tender care. 

She leans back, propped on one arm, and with the other she holds my leg against her chest, nestled between her breasts. We are scissored together, connected at our very cores. 

She glides her clit back and forth over mine, flashing spasms of electricity through my body. Her head tips back and she comes again, calling out my name.

“Can you feel my pussy pulsing into yours?” she asks. I hone in on the sensation—the heat and rhythm of her against me. She covers and encloses me, as if she is putting my pussy inside of hers. 

This is when the dam breaks. I’m only fireworks lighting up the night. 

Afterwards, she holds me and cups me between my legs with just enough pressure to ease the transition. I drift in and out of consciousness, reminded there are only hours left until she’s gone.

In the end, I leave her with a photo.

In it, I sit on her tailgate. She stands between my legs. One arm wraps around her shoulder, the other is outstretched, holding the phone to preserve us forever. 

Her face nestles in my neck. Only one of her eyes is visible, but it’s sparkling. It's so obvious we belong together.

And I am beaming. Because I know she’ll end up in my arms again—I just know.

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About the Author

Alice Holm started writing erotica to capture her most secret and daring fantasies. Last year, she took her queer dreams off the page and now lives on a working farm with her girlfriend, five boys under 10, and too many cats to count. Find her academic publications (also too many to count) on alexkleinerman.com and follow the rest on Instagram @alex_runs_alice_writes.