A Surprising Visit Leads To More Ch 06

Disclaimer: All of the following characters are over 18.

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A week has passed by since that nightly call, since you called me a pet name even though both of us are in relationships. In happy relationships. At least that's what I thought. Scott has been busy lately, we didn't talk as much as we used to, spent less time with each other than usually. I'm understanding, life can be busy sometimes, but it also caused me to spend more time with you. We texted a lot, called a lot, and enjoyed each other's company.

There was no romantic interaction between us, but that doesn't mean that I didn't want that desperately. The more time I spent in your company, the lesser I thought about my boyfriend that had no idea that he wasn't the only men on my mind. I had told Scott that I was texting with you, because you wrote me, but that's about it. He didn't ask me about it since and he didn't need to know that I fantasized you in the middle of the night, when I woke up from dreams that left me aroused mercilessly.

He didn't need to know that I came in the moment I touched my clit and that it was your name that's been on my lips and not his. I felt awful the second after, but I couldn't help myself but doing it again whenever I woke up that needy and desperate. It became my daily ritual and soon the wish to turn my fantasies into reality became unbearable.

It's the end of September, about three weeks after we first met, and the tension between us became stronger with every late-night call. After that one night you began to flirt with me. Subtle first, getting more brave when noticing my reactions. I gladly jumped into it and flirted back just with the same intensity. One of these days you asked me to come over to your house and here I am now. Standing in front of your door with shaking hands. I know exactly that I shouldn't be here because of course I didn't tell Scott where I went, not that he would've asked. He was so caught up with work that we haven't texted much in days.

I blush from head to toe, noticing how amazingly you smell, while I walk into your house. I take a deep breath and try to get my racing heart under control. Vainly. You close the door behind me and help me take off my light coat. It's warm for almost October and so I'm just wearing a skirt and a blouse underneath of it. I slip out of my boots and follow you into the living room. "Something to drink?" you ask, and I notice how thirsty I am... for you, I mean for something to drink of course.

I blush from head to toe, noticing how amazingly you smell, while I walk into your house. I take a deep breath and try to get my racing heart under control. Vainly. You close the door behind me and help me take off my light coat. It's warm for almost October and so I'm just wearing a skirt and a blouse underneath of it. I slip out of my boots and follow you into the living room. "Something to drink?" you ask, and I notice how thirsty I am... for you, I mean for something to drink.

"Water, please," I nod and a moment later I have a glass in my hand. You show me around before we take a place on the couch. Talking about our friends, we find out that we have a few mutual ones and soon we're lost in a deep conversation. The more time passes by, the closer we sit next to each other. Your eyes meet mine and it takes my breath away. The hunger in your deep blue eyes is almost too much to take and I try to look away but fail heavily.

I press my thighs together, try to gain back my self-control but I can feel that I'm about to soak my panties. Your eyes shoot down to my crotch and I'm sure you let out a quiet growl. They shoot back up to meet my eyes and I begin to squirm. You don't say a word, but I know exactly what you're thinking. I always knew that I'm not into 0815 sex but that look on your face makes me want to sink down to my knees and serve you in whatever way you desire me to. Your suddenly present primal aura that's tickles that part inside of me that I tried to hied all my life. The submissive in me wants to come out to play and I don't think I can keep her from doing that.

Scott and I don't have vanilla sex, not even close to that, but this here is something else. With Scott I always had a choice how submissive I wanted to be. I decided how deep I wanted to let him in. I don't think I have the same choice with you. The way you look at me, the way you consume me, that is something I can't run away from. "Cole," it's more a whimper than anything else, "We can't do that."

You shake your head. "I know. I fucking know. But I don't think I can keep myself any longer from doing it. I can't, Abi. I tried. I tried so fucking hard. I dream about you every night. I think about you when I wake up. Every time you fall asleep, I look forward to the next time you wake up. I'm driving insane, Pumpkin, and there's nothing I can do about it." My jaw drops and I can't reply even a single word. I shake my head and try to get up from the sofa as you reach for my chin and turn my head back to you.

My eyes are open wide, and I hear a "Fuck it!" before your mouth devours mine. I don't hesitate a single second and kiss you back with just the same intensity. My hands reach for your hoodie and grab it tightly, pulling you even closer. You push me backwards until my back lays flat on the couch and you on top of me. A hand reaches for my thigh, and you wrap my leg around your waist. I can feel your hard cock that's pressed against my most sensitive part and I moan into your mouth. "I can feel how fucking wet you are," you gasp into my mouth before consuming it again.

"Please, Cole," I cry out, and you begin to thrust against my wet flesh, not letting go of my mouth for a single second. Not much later I can feel how my orgasm is rushing towards me and I begin to whimper and squirm uncontrollably.

"Come, Pumpkin. Come for me," you mumble between two kisses, and I burst for you. "So fucking pretty. Good Girl," you praise me, and I blush. My hands slide to your belt and untie it, the button of your jeans is next. Zipping down your pants your hands stop mine. "Are you sure?" you ask, and I nod maniacally. Together we push down your jeans and one look at your cock is enough to let me drool. These veins. I want to redraw those veins with my tongue. But that's for another time. Your fingers find my soaked panty and pull it to the side. "You're so fucking wet. How are you so fucking wet, Pumpkin?" you whisper out in disbelief and the last word turns into moaning as I reach for your cock to guide you inside.

The tip of your cock parts my pussy lips and my eyes find yours. Our eyes locked into each other you slowly guide yourself inside of my needy center. I whimper louder with every inch that enters me and I can tell that you control yourself heavily to go this slow. "Fuck... you're so fucking tight. It's like you were made for me. You fit just perfectly around my fucking cock," you chant out. I tilt my pelvis and with the new angle you hit that sweet spot in me just perfectly.

You pull back a little bit just to come back forward even harder. Thrust after thrust you get faster and fuck me deeper and harder. I smash my lips onto yours and my moans turn into screams "Please let me come for you. Please. I'm so fucking close, please let me."

You gasp and your cock throbs inside of me with every word that's leaving my mouth.

"More. Beg me more. Show me that you can be a good girl and beg for me," you hiss, and your self-control seems to fade. I beg a little more, obey your words, and you gasp out the words I was longing to hear shortly after "Come for me."

I'm screaming as I explode on your cock. I never heard myself orgasm that loudly. "That's it. Keep coming. Don't stop," you push me, and I continue. Orgasm after orgasm finds me and my view blacks. Daddy. It's a thought shooting through my brain as I'm on the verge of my last orgasm. I can feel you thrust even harder, chasing your own release, and a growl bursts its way as you finally shoot your load deep inside of me.

I had used that name with previous partners before, but I never really felt it. I liked the name itself, liked using it, but it was never more than just a name to me. Never more than an addition to some kinky sex. But with you I barely could hold back myself from saying it. It's not time for that yet. I'll have to be patient and I will be.

With the last shot of your load, you pull yourself out of me and kiss my forehead. You get up to get something to clean up and reality hits me hard. What did I just do? I cheated on Scott. Was it worth it? Fuck yes it was. But I feel terrible. He doesn't deserve that. My eyes wander to you as you come back into the room. You clean the evidence that leak out of my pussy, and I cover myself again.

We look at each other, not saying a word. You think the same that I do. What did just happen? Do we talk about it? My sudden need to leave is giant and I get up "I guess I gotta go...," I say, heading towards the hallway to grab my coat. You're following me, reaching for my wrist and turning me around.

"I don't regret a single moment. You hear me? I'd do it again, anytime. I'll talk to Drea. I'll solve that. I promise," you say, and I nod to every word. I realize what you said a moment later and my eyes widen in shock.

"Talk to her?! You can't tell her what's happened," I shout out and you take a step back, letting go of my wrist.

I put on my coat and reach for the doorknob "I have to think about a lot of stuff. Scott is a good guy. I can't do this to him. I'll text you." Shaking my head I basically run from your place, getting to my car. Your whispered "Damn," follows me and I know that my words must've hurt you but right now I'm too eager to escape the situation. This problem is one for my future me.

On the drive home I feel how sore I already am, from what happened earlier and as much as I hate myself for hurting Scott, I've never felt more satisfied in my life ever before.

Present

The drive to my house is basically silent. Your hand rests on my bare thigh and I cover it with mine. I let my eyes wander to watch the beautiful landscape. So much has happened between you and me in the past two years and some might say it's a miracle we still talk to each other. We broke up and made up so many times that I lost count, and it feels so unreal to sit in this car with you right now.

Maybe it's time to try to fix it, for one las time. Maybe we can solve it, get rid of the toxicity. The sex has never been our problem. Maybe that was the only thing that worked between us. No, we did us wrong with everything else. The fights between us got messier, what made the sex messier as well. Soon enough we had sex to make up the fights and fought when there was a lack of sex.

Sex was our way to avoid fights and to justify the aggression and frustration we let out during it. But at the end of the day the best sexlife can't prevent a relationship from dying and we gave up trying. I've missed us since and the past weeks you've showed me the version of you that I've fallen for back then. The version I thought had gone lost along the way. I never loved more to be wrong.

You park the car in front of my house and turn your face to mine. "You wanna come in?" I ask and a smile breaks through as you nod. I shoot you a smile back and take your hand as we walk up to my porch. I have a little bit of hope for us left and I'd love to give it a try.