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"You should probably get going."
I tried to ignore his words, knowing he was right, but not wanting to give up the warmth of his body. He was like a cocoon wrapped around me.
"These days you never know how security's going to be at the airport."
I grunted a reply and nestled deeper into him. He rocked back and forth with his revived erection, which felt right at home in my backside.
"I'd love to fuck you again," he whispered into my ear. "But that would be cutting it close."
I turned to meet his face and pressed my lips against his. I felt an urgent need to taste him, and I worked my way across his stubbled cheeks and down over his neck. Rolling over, I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the dark hair, lightly tugging at his thick nipples.
"We both need to shower, don't we?"
Taking his cock in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other, I led him into the bathroom. The white-tiled shower was not as big as ours at home, but I was confident we would make it work.
The sensation of our lathered bodies rubbing against each other was truly awe-inspiring, but we did not have time for leisurely foreplay. I passed him the hand sprayer, so that he could rinse us off, and I knelt down. His heavy cock bobbed in front of me, and I leaned forward to taste it. A groan vibrated through him as I took him inside of my mouth, and he greedily probed deeper, causing me to grab on to his hips for balance. I let him explore my mouth for just a bit before I eased off and stood back up.
"Not much time now," I said as I opened the bottle of lube.
Even though he had fucked me barely an hour before, I still felt an indescribable quiver of surprise when he pushed into me. Sex with him never failed to push my boundaries. And that was a very good thing.
Bracing myself against the wall of the shower, I rocked back and forth, meeting his thrusts. As we fucked, I could feel his balls slapping against mine, and my cock bouncing against my stomach. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and all I wanted was for that moment to last forever, because it would not be repeated for a while. But I knew that it was only the memory that would last. The moment would pass.
He could have been reading my mind when he reached around me and began stroking me in his big fist, keeping time with his thrusts. We knew that we didn't have much time, and so we were hot and raw and desperate.
I came first, so hard that it almost hurt. After a full weekend of barely leaving the hotel room I produced barely a trickle of cum, but that did not detract from the intensity of my orgasm.
He leaned forward and put his lips against my ear. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." He thrust deep inside of me, pulled almost all the way out, and plunged back in. "I'm gonna cum too. I'm gonna fucking cum in you. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum." He groaned deeply, still buried inside of me, and held on for dear life. When he finally pulled out, a shiver rippled through his body and into mine.
I felt that same shiver again, on the train ride from the main station in Munich to the airport, on the plane back to Washington, and finally, later that night, in the bed that we normally shared, in the home that was ours. If I had been superstitious, I might have thought that it was an omen.