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Case of the Ex Pt. 2

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" "No. But you came here to talk to me which means in this house, in this moment; I control the conversation."

He stood straight up and for a moment I thought he was going to leave. He took off his shirt and started to undo his pants and kneeled on the bed prepared to take control. Our entire relationship had been about relinquishing control to him and letting him make decisions that I trusted him to make for us both. I was angry with him still and I wanted to take that out on him this morning. No sooner than he had laid on the bed had I taken him into my mouth. His toes curled almost immediately and I couldn't find the satiation I wanted quickly enough. He had always liked his head as sloppy and messy as possible and the thought of that turned me on and made me work harder. I felt his hands grab a handful of my hair and as he pushed my head down onto him I felt my throat expanding in ways it never had before. We both moaned with pleasure and tears ran from my eyes. I made an intentionally exaggerated gagging sound and the pleasure on his face when he saw my eyes watering made me slide him back into my mouth. As he got comfortable with the rhythm I stopped and an evil grin flashed across my face.

"This isn't supposed to be fun for you."

My pussy was soaking wet at this point and I wanted nothing more than to slide down on top of him. Instead, I laid back and opened my legs and traced my thighs. He sat up on his elbows and our gazes locked while I touched myself. He licked his lips and his stare felt like a whole other set of hands on me. Every inch of my body that he looked at responded to his gaze with heat and the moment I closed my eyes and threw my head back he pounced on me. Without the smallest misstep he slid his hard dick inside of me and started stroking. I gasped when his head broke the embrace my lips had each other in and he stroked hard and fast. My hands moved to his waist and I slowed him down; this morning he was going to move exactly the way I wanted. His rhythm slowed and my body tingled, I opened my eyes and looked directly at him and in that moment saw the man I wasn't sure I'd ever stop loving. He must've seen what I saw because he kissed me passionately and when he came up for air he whispered "I still love you." Into my ear. I kissed him again and pulled him into me and the more I pulled the faster the tempo. I begged him to go deeper and harder, I wanted him to hurt me good and he obliged as he always had.

"I need you."

"I need you too."

"I don't want you to stop."

"I don't want to stop."

I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed and he held onto the edge of the bed for leverage while he screwed me, literally. His hips rolled and I remembered what dancing with him had felt like and why I had wanted to bring him home years ago. I missed the smell of his skin and the touch of his fingertips. I missed the sound of his voice and even the way it felt when he pulled what felt like very particular strands of my hair. I felt my body vibrating slowly at first and then one by one my limbs started shaking and my words began to slur. I could hear myself getting wetter and his body against mine created an applause of ecstasy that encouraged him to continue. I held on for as long as I could but he had always weakened me with orgasm and my legs released themselves from each other. I dug my nails into his lower back and begged him to cum for me.

"You want me to cum?"

"Yes baby"

"Where do you want it?"

"Don't pull out."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I want you write you miss me inside of me. It is yours after all."

His body tensed on top of me and he grunted the way he always did and my body started to shake again. The sound of him climaxing brought me to yet another climax of my own and we both collapsed breathlessly. He rolled off of me and I closed my eyes and they felt stuck. Barely able to catch my breath I reached over to feel him and the space was cold and empty. I finally opened my eyes and realized I had been laying alone the entire time. My legs open and my pussy wet, I had dreamt of my lover and brought myself to climax in the midst of my slumber. Disoriented for a moment, I picked up the phone and dialed his number.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Are you busy?"

"Not really, what's up."

"I need you to come over right now."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I need to talk."

"I don't know if I can get away right now. I can go out to the car and we can talk on the phone for a bit."

"I don't know how well body language translates through the phone."

The silence on the other end of the line was short but awkward enough to seem like forever. In that moment I remembered he was seeing someone and this was probably very inappropriate. I was about to say nevermind when he spoke.

"Hey, I gotta step out. Something has come up at home. I'll be available on my cell and via email."

A smile crept onto my face…

"I'll be there in 20 minutes. I hope you know exactly what you want to say."

"Don't worry, I do."

I hung up the phone and got undressed before I stepped into the shower I composed a quick email, the subject line read "Absent today"

Hot Off the Press - Pt. 1

Hot Off the Press - Pt. 1

Case of the Ex Pt. 1