It was the wrong thing to say. The next moment, my erection was gone and I was curled into a fetal position, crying into the sheets.

Amber quickly realized her mistake and then she was immediately holding me, apologizing and caressing me at the same time. After a few minutes, my head was against her chest and I was nursing at her breasts while she stroked my penis in her hand.

Eventually, she got me comfortably situated on my back as her nimble fingers spelled out their apologies to my cock and then introduced her tongue into the mix. Whatever else was going on in my head, my prick had no concept of anything beyond the immediate and it was responding eagerly to her advances.

I thickened and grew in Amber's Lavish love, and she began to lick it from base to the tip in slow, soothing caresses as I rose to my full height.

"I Love you, David" she said to my cock and then she swallowed the head into her mouth.

“Oh, Amber," I groaned as she pulled me to the back of her throat, and my entire body was once again responding and trembling with eagerness.

She placed her hands on my thighs and waited until I was fully calm again. And only then did she rise onto all fours and begin taking my shaft deeper and deeper down her throat.

When she got all the way to the bottom, my hairs tickled her nose and I could feel the massaging vibration of her humming with half my cock embedded in her esophagus. She stayed for a good ten seconds, doing her humming thing, then pulled back to breathe. And then she did it again, this time holding for fifteen seconds.

I watched her act of complete submission, her nostrils flared as she breathed shallowly, her sky blue eyes searching into mine. Even when she pulled me out of her throat, she wrapped her Lips tightly around my shaft and sucked powerfully, making it clear that she wanted my cum.

Amber bobbed her head up and down me, stroked me with a corkscrew motion, and cupped my balls while squeezing to draw it out of me.

And just when I thought I'd gotten used to those sensations, she'd deep throat me for another ten or fifteen seconds.

After a few minutes of this treatment, I felt like my eyes were going to roll back into my head as I collapsed into a puddle of jello. Only the tingle in my balls kept me awake.

The next time she deep throated me, Amber got her cum. I couldn't help it; I arched my back and thrust my hips up, sending another half-inch into her throat which she wasn't totally prepared for. She gagged and pulled me out until just the first two inches were in her mouth while her hand went back to stroking me. And then the sperm came.

Thick ropes of hot, white jism began spitting into her sucking mouth.

My balls squeezed over and again, sending wave after wave through my shaft and giving her more to swallow down. I could feel the pressure of her tongue against my shaft with each pulse as it flew out of me.

And when my deflating cock stopped shooting, Amber wiped her mouth and returned to my arms to cuddle.

I held her body and stroked her spine as we lay there with our thoughts. I gazed down over Amber's wonderful body. She was tall, lithe, and so curvy. Her face was a work of art and her eyes enchanted me. Her breasts were so large and so enticing. Her flat tummy and curving hips led down to simply gorgeous Legs. And on top of all her physical beauty was a mind and soul I had come to cherish.

Even after being intimately familiar with her body for so long, I still got a rise just Looking at her naked. She was quite simply, taking into account the whole package, the most attractive woman I'd ever known.

And even if I couldn't have her forever, I'd take whatever I could get for as long as I could have it.

She smiled happily as I rolled her over and nudged my new erection between her thighs. And as I slid deep into the depths of her womanhood, all I could think about was how much I Loved this woman.

But despite the pleasure, the sexual healing, when we were done, I couldn't help but feel Like there were only a finite number of times we had left together. In my mind's eye, there were a few dozen single-stem roses in crystal vases all in a row. And feeling inexorable pain, I reached out and knocked one over, sending it to shatter on the ground.

That was one Less rose remaining.

SUMMER (June 2003)

Amber and I held together. We just loved each other too much to be apart unless we had to be.

On some level, I wanted to spend every day for the entire summer convincing her to stay with me. But my conscience wouldn't let me. I wanted her to be happy, and I couldn't sabotage her dreams.