I couldn't stand any longer; I was too weak. Dimly I was conscious of falling to my knees, that it had been painful to hit the ground. I took a last look at (Y/N), the most exquisite woman in the world. The only woman that mattered, the lone woman I cared for any longer. It seemed she was stumbling, then gesturing at me, and talking. I blinked heavily, numbness just starting to replace the chilling pain suffusing my body. I had to concentrate to focus, but I just caught the end of what she said. It was not the goodbye I expected. "-fuck me!"

Huh? I had to be hallucinating in my final moments. Just then, the most welcome thing I had ever seen greeted me: (Y/N) began tearing off her clothes frantically! Ah! I made myself blink again, to clear my dulling eyes, so I could see her ripe, round breasts, one, last time. So beautiful!

I felt (Y/N) straddling me! She grabbed my limp hands and pressed them to her nude, plump ass as she ground herself against my hips! I could feel, even now, her core was hot where she pressed it against me.

With everything I had, I managed to slightly move my hands to grope her rump, and she moaned when I did, need and desperation thrilling through her. Damnation, it tasted so good!

(Y/N) bent to kiss me, and just feeling her lips touch mine as she worked her pelvis so feverishly, after I had thought never to feel her again? Heaven is nothing, there is no Eden that can match (Y/N)'s touch.

The joy alone she brought me gave me the strength to push slightly forward with my lips and respond to (Y/N)'s kiss, for just an instant. She noticed, and that I had been able to move sent explosions of pleasure through (Y/N)'s brain that coursed through her whole body, making her tremble. In turn, as I took them in, they rocked me with their incredible power, taking hold and commanding my attention.

Her happiness seared through my body like ignited fuel, giving me more strength, gradually, to move my lips and tongue. (Y/N) felt such pleasure at every movement I struggled to make; it was inebriating. After a short make-out session, I had the strength to lightly squeeze (Y/N)'s fine ass with one of my hands, giving her a spike of desire so white-hot I started to get hard despite barely being alive.

Using all my strength, I spoke weakly, "Let me taste you."

If (Y/N) denied me, I would be dead in minutes. I was aware enough to plan that I would push her away from kissing me back from the brink this time. No more torture. (Y/N) had to decide, right then, if she wanted me, or if she would rather I die.