Beyond Time (closed)

"Y'know..." he muttered quietly, "I'm gonna try something I used to do in high school... I saw Van had some carpentry tools down in the basement. Maybe I can try doing something I love for a change." He lifted his head and smiled at her, "Then I'll finally be an artist like you, huh?"
 
Dylan saw the smile on John's face as he talked about becoming an artist like her. She grinned, laughing softly at the look of pure pleasure on his face. "I wouldn't get too carried away, John. It will take a lot of work to be an artist like me."

She laughed softly, wrapping him in a tight hug again. She was glad that their conversation had gone smoother than she expected.
 
John kissed her cheek as he hugged her, "Just promise me we won't drift apart, okay? I still want to be part of your life. I wanna see how far you go, and I want to be your best friend for the rest of our lives. You mean so much to me..."
 
"I'll never let you go, John. You can count on that." She promised him, letting out a sigh as she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
 
"Good," he nodded as he rose. "Gimme one sec..." He pulled out his phone, the smile still on his face. As his boss on the other end picked up, he spoke, "Hey, hi Gill. Listen... I'm done breaking my back for pennies. I quit." With that, he hung up and turned his phone off before leaning down to kiss Dylan.

"Hey..." he started quietly with a soft smile. "How 'bout just one last night for the road, huh? Just for fun."
 
Dylan grinned at John as she looped her arms around his neck as she'd done so many times in the past and pulled him in for a kiss. She let out a sigh as her lips met his, giving him what he asked for, even as tears streamed down her cheeks. It was a happy moment, but one that made her feel so incredibly sad. This man had given her so much and she didn't think she'd ever be able to repay him.
 
John met her kiss with renewed energy, knowing it'd be their last time together and his last for a long while. He was intent on enjoying it and giving her all she wanted before they both passed out from exhaustion. John scooped his now ex-fiancee off her feet and set her up on the counter, unwilling to wait to get to the bedroom.
 
Dylan gasped as she felt herself lifted from her seat, her bottom suddenly pressed against the cool tile of the counter. Her arms tightened around John's neck as their kiss grew passionate, deeper, more connected as she felt his hands trailing over her body.
 
Wasting no time, John's fingers found the edge of her shirt and he lifted it over her head with a sexy, smouldering smirk. He pressed the hard ridge in his jeans tight between her slightly parted thighs before his fingers expertly unclasped and freed her from her bra. His lips quickly found their way to one of her pink nipples, suckling firmly upon it as he encouraged her on.
 
Dylan moaned as her fingers clenched in John's hair, holding his lips against her breast as he rocked against her spread thighs. She encouraged his motions, humping against him with a firm motion of her own, encouraging him on with their last, beautiful moments together.

"Take me to bed, John." She whined, her eyes fluttering close as his lips pulled deliciously at her rubbery pink nipple.
 
John lifted his lips to practically attack her neck with rough kisses before growling out, "No... I want you right here..." Freeing her from the last of her clothes, he pressed his stiff, denim-restrained cock back to her wet folds. "I want you stretched across this counter, moaning for me like you've never moaned before..." With a wolfish nip to her skin, he shed his shirt and practically tore down the zipper on his jeans. Pinning her thighs down to the cool tile, he thrust hard into her core and let out a deep growling groan.
 
"Yes!" Dylan gasped as he nipped and kissed at her neck, telling her that she would moan like she never had before.

His grasp was rough, his kisses possessive and she let out a cry as he thrust into her with that deliciously hard, thick cock. His hand kept her pinned in place as she lay back against the tiled counter, her breasts bouncing against her chest as he nailed her with a powerful thrust.
 
John stole her lips in a possessive kiss, thrusting mercilessly into her form with all energy. She had only seen him so wild once, but it was clear he was letting go all inhibitions for his last night with her. "Moan for me baby," he encouraged between groans.
 
Dylan had never truly seen John like this before. There was a side to him that he always seemed to keep hidden, tucked away never to be seen. She panted as he kissed her passionately, growing darkly as he took her body mercilessly. She moaned for him, her voice echoing off the kitchen around them as they shared a pleasure that they had never known before.
 
John held her tight and gave her a dark smirk before he turned her over and took her from behind. He was so powerful that each thrust pushed her up on her tiptoes. He kept up such a punishing pace that it was clear he'd be exhausted in the morning.
 
Dylan clung to the counter for dear life as he flipped her onto her belly and fucked her for everything that he was worth. She moaned and whimpered for him, her cheek pressed against the tiles as each thrust shook her bottom in the most delicious way. Her body was slick with sweat, her orgasm within her reach, and the great beyond threatening to swallow her whole.
 
As her climax closed in, John felt it and made it absolutely explode when he roughly fondled her clit and pressed her tighter against the counter, making himself feel larger within her. "Come on, baby!" He called over her moans, encouraging, ever encouraging her on.
 
Dylan let out a scream as she came, gasping as his fingers roughly fondled her clit while he pinned her to the counters. She'd never known him to be that rough before and she loved every moment of it. She bucked up against his pounding cock, the wet slap of their coupling echoing through the room around them.
 
Finally as his own orgasm came up, John pulled back, but he stumbled and fell back into a sit on the floor with a grunt, his legs having given out after such intense sex and in the beginning of a soul-rending climax.
 
Dylan was still panting as she felt John pull from her, the grunt from his lips as he fell to his ass on the floor. She laughed softly, chuckling as she tried to gather her wits about her. They had never had sex like that before. It was like he was a man possessed.

"That was...fantastic, John." She murmured, finally lifting her head to look down at the man that she loved so dearly.
 
"Yeah, well..." John chuckled, "I try." He finally regained his feet and came to wrap his shirt around her. He sought out one more kiss as he brought her to face him. As their lips parted, he smiled down at her. "I'm gonna miss romps like that."
 
"You'll find someone else who does things a million times better than me." She said with a smile on her face as she reached up to touch his cheek, a little bittersweet sadness settling over her. "Who knows? Perhaps she'll even stop you from pulling out."

She teased him as she had a million times before but as she leaned in and pressed her forehead against his own, she knew that this was the last time she'd ever share such an intimate moment with the man that she loved so much.
 
The month wore on and John remained a steadfast best friend. On the night of the full moon, he went out with his mates at Van's suggestion. Van knew Dylan would want to go see Ashien, and it wouldn't do to have John come looking for her in that time.

Ashien was waiting, hoping she'd come.
 
Dylan had been waiting for the next full moon with baited breath. She took the time to style her golden hair in becoming ringlets, a beautiful emerald dress that was reminiscent of Ashien's time completing her ensemble. She wanted to look beautiful for him, to let him know that she had thought about him often during the month after her break up with John.

The moment that piano started playing, she was there, pressing her hand against the polished wood and waiting until she saw his handsome face again.
 
When she found herself in the ballroom again, Ashien was there in a fine suit and tall boots and a cloak. A smile came to his lips when he saw her, but then his eyes widened at her immaculate dress and very polished look. "Miss Dylandra," he bowed low before her like the true gentleman he was.
 
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