Disclaimer: All of the following characters are over 18.
Throwback
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.
