It happened without warning.

My back hit the mattress in the same instant our mouths tasted each other’s flesh, our tongues wrestled for domination.

You won. You were always going to.

By the time your knee parted my thighs the fight had left me, desire toppled morals.

When your fingers found my flushing cunt the wanton whore claimed her throne. The decent lass you had seduced for months left cowering in the corner, watching through splayed fingers of mixed disgust and interest.

As you pressed into me, pumped my body till it cried of pleasure. My traitorous heart, the dry sponge it was, absorbed you.

For the first time in too many years I was filled, moist to dripping and utterly at your mercy.

It was a rebirth, a resurrection, a rescue of a woman I thought long lost.

You climb into bed behind me, spooning me. Sliding your hand up my thigh, hip and waist till you cup my breast and start fondling it while kissing and nibbling my neck & shoulder.

Me reaching behind to find your growing hardness and slow and gently stroking you till your rock hard. Lifting my thigh and pressing your hardness against my moist heat, then closing my legs to hold you tight to me.

We rock against each other like that, no penetration, just skin on skin. You turning my chin and lifting onto your lower arm to kiss my mouth slow and deep as our bodies move against each other. You turn me to face you, me taking you in hand while your tongue circumnavigates my nipple, assailing it like a storm a ship out at sea. Causing moans and gasps to escape my throat as my need to feel you inside me grows rapidly.

Pressing your body to mine, holding me tight to you so it’s just our mouths exploring one another, our hands mapping the plains and dips of each other’s bodies. Our pelvises pressed tight together but your grip preventing my hand from taking you between my milky thighs, to have your smooth glistening head nudging around my entrance. You make me wait, no penetration, nothing more than kissing and touching each other till I beg you to fill me up.

You breathe relief and admit you were worried I’d never ask as you roll me to my back and place yourself ready between my legs. You kiss me some more, lavish my nipples with attention till I squirming and trying to push down on your cock.

It’s your smile in that moment, when you know you have complete control over me that makes my eyes fill with emotion and tears that magic word, breathlessly from my lips “please”

That’s when you bury yourself, inch by thick inch, into my tight little cunt. Your mouth is mere centimetres from mine as you watch my face intently for every bit pleasure just having you enter me brings.

The taste of you lingers on my tongue.

Salty precum mixed with the musky amber of your body.

The feel of you still loiters in my throat.

A sensation of chocking and dry heaving till my eyes flooded pleasure and pain.

The grip of your fingers continues to bruise me.

Wrapped in my hair, grasping my throat till violets bloomed on my skin.

The words that you said persist at battering my ears.

“Suck me hard you wanton slut!”

The way you left me enduringly breaks my heart.

Still kneeling while I swallowed your seed my eyes full of tears, the image you wanted.

Your name waits upon my lips.

Never spoken to another, you exist only in my memory.

Frustrated I rollover and groan into the pillow; I miss him. I miss the way his tongue strokes my clit, coaxes it out, makes it swell while he slips two fingers into me to find that sweet spot that he’ll use to strip me of the last of my control.

Remembering I slip my hand under the waistband of my pants, slip my middle finger between the hot folds of my cunt and find that little bundle of nerves. I tap light, then harder to start the blood rush. The first gasp of pleasure breaks from my lips as I picture his dark eyes watching my reaction to his tongue lashings. I start rubbing and circling my clit imagining his tongue is my finger, changing the pressure just how he knows too. I slip my finger into my slit further to find my leaking moisture and use it to lube my finger as I bring it back to torture my dilating clit.

I can feel his fingers digging into my hips as I start to buck against my hand, my breathing catching and rushing free, biting my lip to stem the sighs and murmurs of his name to the black satin of my pillow case. I can see the smile form on his luscious lips as my body sidles up to the edge of orgasm and walks the edge of climax.

“Cum for me Angel”

I hear his silky voice slide over my skin, slap against my sopping cunt, tweak my nipple and brush my lips.

“Cum for me”

I want to; I’m so close to stepping over the edge. But it’s not enough.

“Fuck me?” I beg the pillow, the satin brushing my lips like his mouth would

I reach to my side table and take out my vibe. Slipping it into my hungry sex I’m too lazy to search for the right buzz and just hit go for the default setting.

He’s fucking me, slow, deep, just how I like it. I can feel his hand reaching to find my clit, to rub it just right as his engorged cock rubs my g-spot. His finger on my clit finds that sweet spot, the one that makes my eyes roll, and my lungs to expel all the air within in a rush, his name carried away by it as I bite the pillow and moan the joy of having him here with me again.

As my body relaxes I can hear his laughter at the way he can make my body give in to him.

“Fuck off asshole” I sigh replete.

He really only was ever good for one thing.