Fuck!
How did I let this happen? How did I let you slip into my heart with the same ease as your fingers slipped into my hot, wet aching ….
…damn it. See, there I go again. Addicted to you. From the moment you took me, pinned against the wall.
I know, I know, it was probably my fault. Staring into your eyes as we sat opposite each other on the crowded train. Me not wearing any underwear, legs slightly parted and you with a raging hard-on.
That was the start (and what a bloody good start it was too). Biting my nipples, kissing my neck, fucking me with your fingers. The way you flipped me around and let me have every last delicious inch of you inside me. I think that’s when I should have called it a day but hindsight is a bitch, always turning up late to the party.
Now, don’t get me wrong, had I just settled for mind-blowing orgasms, then perhaps I wouldn’t have found myself in this predicament. I blame you, naturally. You broke the rules and not the one where you sit around waiting for me, rigid member in hand. Nope, you smashed the other one, where you keep your cock in my pussy and stay the heck out of my heart.
But here we are. Well, I should rephrase. There you are, at the bar drinking scotch at 10 am, the bartender wiping a glass down with his teatowel, trying to cover his look of disdain with a layer of sympathy.
And here I am standing outside looking in. Debating whether to walk on by, with an empty promise to keep the onward and upwards trajectory of my life intact. Or perhaps, just maybe, one last time wouldn’t hurt?
Would it?
Of course, me being me, it isn’t really much of a debate. More of a split second ‘what the heck’ as I open the door and crash, bang, wallop back into your life. Sorry (not sorry). It triggers a Pavlovian reaction. You look up, I get wet… what is it about those damn blue eyes?
‘Hi.’ Not much of an opening line from me, but forgive me, I came ill-prepared.
I expected confusion on your part but instead, it’s as if you knew I would be back. I guess it really was inevitable.
‘Hey.’ Your smile melts me. ‘Drink?’
I shake my head. If I’m honest I don’t really know what to say. One minute we are talking twenty-four-seven (groans of ‘fuck me harder’ count right?) and the next, radio silence. But it turns out, words aren’t really necessary. Not for us.
Roll on another quarter of an hour, which is a record-breakingly long amount of time to be fair, I’m at your place, down to my undies. Thankfully, I’d picked wisely this morning. Choosing those sexy ones, with the little triangle at the front and a lot of breeze allowance at the back. The ones I posed in and sent you a picture of when I bought them, making you nearly cum on the spot. I digress, perhaps I should slow down a little now, continue the story word for word, touch for touch.
‘I’ve missed you, Amelie.’ Your words slice through my heart.
I’ve missed you too, but I don’t want to tell you that. This is just a one-off after all. Making-up-sex? Nope. We-are-on-a-break-sex? Definitely not. Goodbye-sex, perhaps? Yes. That’s the one. After all, I did cut and run without prior notice.
You’re lying next to me on the bed, boxers still on. Damn though, I can see your cock straining to get out. Is that precum leaking through the fabric? You brush the hair from my face and lean in for a kiss. My tongue darts in, exploring your mouth. Within seconds, your hand finds its place on my breast, rubbing a nipple through the black lace. You take your time, teasing me, knowing that I want you to rip the thing off and put that firm, erect nipple in your mouth.
But two can play that game. I lower my hand onto your crotch and gently rub it on the outside of your boxers. We both groan in sync, fondling each other first base style. As always though, I cave in first and move my hand directly onto your cock. Geez, the amount of leakage coming from it, you are nearly as wet as I am. I can’t help myself and quickly manoeuvre myself down, remove your pants and lick every last drop. You taste exactly as I remember, so fricking sweet. I’m guessing you have no complaints at this quick upscaling of events as your cock literally trembles on my tongue.
I continue to lick around the tip before making my way down your shaft, lower and lower until I’m between your legs. I kiss your thighs, all the while stroking your cock with my hand. I love licking your balls, mostly because of the effect I know it has on you. I treat each one with tenderness and spend some time attending to them individually, licking, sucking and then gently kneading them with my spare hand.
I have to have you in my mouth at this point. It’s been far too long. I would normally take my time and tease you by letting your tip linger on my lips, but it’s no use. I swoop you in with one quick motion.
‘Fuck me,’ you whisper, thighs all aquiver.
I work away, slurping up and down lashing my tongue around your length as I go. You thrust your hips and hold my head steady, fucking my mouth, sighing and groaning with every up and down movement. I had forgotten how good this felt, bringing you so close to the brink of orgasm that just one… last… suck…
…but no. I know you don’t want to come yet. Not really. To be honest, I’m surprised you aren’t the one to stop me from going all the way. Your self-control has always been a skill I admire.
I withdraw you from my mouth and clamber upwards, until I am straddling you, you still lying flat on your back.
‘Take off your bra.’
‘I wondered when you’d ask,’ I reply, using one hand to quickly unhook and disregard the garment.
‘And these.’
You hook a finger into my panties. Thankfully I’m nimble and whip them off quickly, keeping my place seated on your crotch. Time pauses, just for a moment as we drink in each other’s naked beauty. I love the way your breath catches whenever you see my breasts, like some love-sick teenager. My cunt is soaking, and I rub it along you whilst playing with my tits at the same time. I know you like that, watching me tug and pull at my firm dark nipples. I would play with my clit, but I am way too far into the danger zone of cumming too soon, so stay well clear of THAT erogenous zone.
After a few minutes, neither of us can handle it any more. You lift my hips, and I raise myself until your cock is at my entrance. I quickly lower myself down onto it, engulfing you all in one go. Fucking hell, how did I walk away from this? From you?
‘Oh yes.’ I speak louder than intended.
But damn, you got me good, hitting me deep inside. I rise up and take a peek. You are coated in my juice. Nope, definitely need to look away fast, before you have me reaching a premature climax.
I’m guessing that’s why you are looking at my face right now, not daring to watch any lower as I ride you. I lose track of how long we continue like this, bringing myself up and back down onto you, our only form of communication moans of pleasure. I’m torn between immediate gratification and holding back.
‘Wait, Amelie.’
You always have this way of knowing exactly what I am thinking. You help me lift off a little as you move into a seated position and I remain straddled across your groin. God help me, you know I am weak as a kitten in this position. I sink back onto your cock, this time slowly, as I remember how deep you can get when we are sitting like this, face to face. Well, I say face to face, but within seconds, your mouth is on my nipple. Fuck me, your tongue rolling around, your teeth tugging, how can I be expected to wait? I hold onto the headboard, gripping it tight as I bounce up and down on your cock. I wince as I take you in fully, you hitting my cervix as you dive in solid.
You pause nipple action just long enough to speak, ‘Fuck, Amelie, you feel so good.’
Trust me, the feeling is mutual. You grip my ass cheeks, fingernails piercing through flesh. It’s ok, I don’t mind. I don’t even mind you spanking me a little as I get closer to the point of no return. You aid my rhythm, thrusting into me, holding me onto you. My juices are dripping, my breathing is fast, and sweat is rolling down my back.
‘I can’t wait,’ I tell you.
‘It’s ok, me neither. I’m going to cum, Amelie and I want you to cum with me.’ It’s all I need to hear. The words set me off, the throb in my clit replaced by waves of pleasure.
‘Oh yes,’ I shout, writhing on top of you, your cock buried deep. My fingertips are white from gripping the headboard. Our bodies are connected as one as I grind on you.
Your cock is engorged, hard to the point that I know nothing and nobody could stop you from exploding. As I continue to cum, my cunt walls milk you, and hot wet jets of semen pump deep inside of me. You shudder and buck as you fill me up and I love it, not moving until every last drop has been expelled.
And even then, I stay longer. Needing to be close to you with my face resting on your shoulder and my breasts against your chest. I want to soak up the feel of you, as you wrap your arms tightly around me. I would wear you like this every day if I could.
But I can’t.
And that is the heartbreaking, soul-destroying crux of the issue. The one that led you to 10 am drinks at a lonely bar and me to half a tub of ice cream with only Ross and Rachel for company.
However, just for now, I shove that unwanted thought back into the nasty, mean box that it came from.
Just for now, I’ll make believe that this is not goodbye.
xx
