Another Night

I'm so surprised to hear from him. I'd really believed that when we said goodbye, that was it. But then I get his text. So random, so out of the blue, I thought somehow it might be a mistake.

"How are you? How's school, how's therapy going?"

I spend all of three minutes staring at that message before replying, so desperate am I for more.

"I'm good, how are you? School's alright, challenging though. And therapy's going really well. I'm so glad I finally started. How's work? How's your family?"

I stare anxiously at my phone, watching the little dots as he types his response. "I'm good. Work's exhausting, but I'm managing. The family's good, mom and dad finally are looking at new places. Look, I know this is completely out of the blue, but can I come over? I'd really like to see you and talk to you."

My sharp intake of breath makes my cat look at me with disgust for waking her up.

He wants to see me? Why? What good could that possibly do? We've been broken up for two months. It's just going to hurt me more, right? I shouldn't see him. My brain repeats this over and over, even as I type out my reply. "Of course. I'm free now if you want."

His response is almost immediate. "I'll be there in 15 minutes."

I smile, then feel the familiar butterfly feeling in my belly that happens every time I know I'm going to see him. I quickly change into a lace thong, a simple pair of black pants, and throw a t shirt on over my sports bra. I take my hair out of its bun, too, grateful it's deciding to be curly instead of stick straight. Then I sit in the living room, bouncing my knee and staring at the wall until I hear a knock.

I open the door and can't help the grin that spread across my face. "Hi, Josh."

He grins back as I step aside and he comes in. "Hey, Amanda."

I shut the door and for a moment we stand there awkwardly, but then he moves into the living room and takes the same seat he always has. I can't help that my grin is still plastered on my face, so I just go and sit on the other end of the couch, cross legged, facing him. "So...hi," I say again, only slightly awkward.

"Hey," he responds, grinning even wider and raking his eyes over me. I catch myself doing the same to him. Taking in every inch of his 6'3" frame, from his cowboy boots to his beard to his soft, thick red hair that I so loved to tangle my fingers in.

In turn he looks at me, examining my 5'9" body that has not changed since he last saw me. Long legs, curvy hips, bit of a belly, DD breasts, long curly auburn hair, and glasses. I'd never thought I was anything special, but he always looked at me like I was his dream.

"So...how've you been? Work's still exhausting?"

Josh leans back into the couch and sighs. "Yeah, it's been insane. I work most evenings now. But I'm still enjoying it, and the pay makes it worth it."

I smile, remembering how excited he was when he got this job in the first place. 
"I'm glad you're still enjoying it, even if it is exhausting. I'm assuming your boss has gotten over the whole "unmuted" incident?"

He laughs, turning his head to look at me.

"God I've missed you." He says quietly. His gaze is too intense and I blush, looking away.

Then my dog comes into the room, jumping onto the couch between us and curling up with her head in Josh's lap. Within seconds she's snoring. And just like that, we're back to how it was. Talking and laughing, catching up on everything that's happened in the last two months.

Before I know it, it's 7:30 and my stomach starts to rumble.

"You want to stay for dinner?" I ask, a knot in my chest.

"I'd love to. Wanna order pizza?"

I grin, reaching for my phone. "You read my mind."

Ninety minutes later, we've eaten and cleaned up, and we're back on the couch looking at each other.

Josh looks at his phone and sighs, glancing to me. "I...probably should..."

"Don't go." I surprise myself with this, but the thought of him leaving tonight makes my heart ache. I want him to stay. To be here with me.

"Don't...go? Are you sure?" He looks at me with a grin on his lips, but trepidation in his eyes. He doesn't want to hurt me.

I take a deep breath and stand up. "Please don't go, Josh. Come to bed with me."

He smiles and stands too, grabbing my hand. We walk toward the bedroom, and he goes straight to the bottom shelf in my closet. I haven't been able to bring myself to get rid of his pajamas that stayed there throughout our relationship. He grabs them and pads to the bathroom to change as I go to my dresser and do the same. Boring sweatpants and a t shirt, but I leave my thong on. I crawl into bed, turning the bedside lamp on as I do.

I watch him walk out of the bathroom, in those sweatpants that hang low on his hips and the ridiculous t shirt we bought on a trip to Yosemite. It automatically brings a smile to my face, seeing him back in my room with me. He smiles back as he crosses the room, turning off the overhead lights as he slides into bed next to me. I turn to lay on my side, facing him.

It's as if there's a physical tension between us. Both of us breathing heavily as we look at each other.

He lifts his hand, stroking my hair, my cheek, as he lowers his head and kisses my nose. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, "You're so amazing. So perfect."

I blush, my face heating under his touch. I kiss his cheeks, his lips, his forehead.

"You're so incredible. I've missed you so much."

"God, I missed you too sweetheart," he says as he works his fingers into my hair, leaning up on his elbow and moving down to kiss me hard.

I smile against his lips, breaking the kiss to tell him, "I missed that almost more than anything. No one else calls me sweetheart,"

Then I kiss him hard again, flicking my tongue against his lips

I feel him smile before he quickly nips my tongue into his mouth to suck it softly. His other hand moves from resting on my belly, slowly moving up to my chest between my breasts. I let out the softest moan as he sucks on my tongue, My fingers tightening on the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to me. I can feel my heart racing against his palm, and I'm sure he can feel it too.

He sucks my tongue harder into his mouth as his free hand moves over my breast, feeling my hard nipple just covered by the thin fabric of my t shirt.

I moan again, slightly louder this time. My hand slips under his shirt and I run my fingers along his skin, across his chest, his stomach, and to the edge of his waistband.

He moans into our kiss, his body shivering under my touch as he presses closer to me, almost begging for more. He puts his hand under my shirt too, palming my bare breast and feeling its warmth as he gently rubs and twists my pink nipple.

I slip my fingers under his waistband, just running along his hips. I break our kiss, resting my forehead against his and meeting his eyes as I whisper "Fuck, I've missed you so much. How far do you want to go, tonight?"

He leans back a bit, his gaze brushing over my face, his hand still resting on my breast. He smiles and says "I've missed you too, sweetie. So damn much." He leans down to kiss my nose softly, then pulls away again. "I want this to go as far as you want it to go."

I laugh softly, rolling my eyes. "Ever the gentleman."

He grins, and I pull him back to kiss me again, nipping at his bottom lip so I can tangle my tongue with his. My fingers in his waistband slip lower, over his boxers, palming his growing bulge. His answering groan sends waves of pleasure through me as he moves his mouth from my lips to my neck, kissing and sucking lightly.

"Fuck, baby. My cock is throbbing for you," he murmurs against my skin. He rolls my nipple between his fingers and pushes his hips toward me, pressing his cock into my hand.

I moan as he rolls my nipple, my pussy aching with need. I slide my other hand down, pushing his pants and boxers down so my fingers can wrap around his bare cock, stroking slowly.

"Fuuuuck," He lets out a low moan as I stroke his cock. He raises his head to kiss me again, shoving his tongue into my mouth. As he does, he slips a hand down my stomach, straight into my thong to feel the warmth and wetness there. I moan into his mouth, shifting my hips to give him easier access to my soaking wet pussy. I keep slowly stroking his cock as I start to grind against his hand.

His lips on mine are soft but passionate as he explores my wetness with his fingers, rubbing my clit and making me gasp, smearing my juices around before slowly pushing two fingers into my dripping cunt. I cry out in pleasure as he pushes his fingers into me, breaking our kiss to moan loudly. Precum leaks from his cock as I stroke him faster, covering my fingers and his hard shaft.

I'm breathing hard as I whisper, "Please. Please, I need you,"

He reaches down with both hands, sitting up as he pushes my sweats and my thong down my legs, throwing them to the floor. He pulls me up too, guiding my shirt over my head before he stands up and hastily strips himself as well. I marvel at the sight of his cock for a moment, at how hard he is for me, before he moves his body over me, settling between my legs. He lets the head of his cock rub against my pussy as he leans down to kiss me.

"Please," I whisper again, my voice shaky. I run my hands over as much of his body as I can reach, loving the feel of him over me. "I've missed you so much. I need you."

He pushes his hips forward, the head of his cock pressing my pussy lips apart as he slowly sinks into me. Burying himself inside me. He moans as he kisses me hard, his hand going back to my breast to tug and roll my nipple between his fingers.

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as passionately as he bottoms out, filling me so perfectly.

"Oh my god, Josh...fuck yes. Please, please fuck me."

I can tell that he needs no further motivation, because he immediately starts thrusting into me. Pushing in and out, fucking me deeply. He drops his mouth to my neck again, biting me, marking me, as he moans.

My nails dig into his back and shoulders and I moan loudly as he marks me. 
"Fuck, yes," I groan, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

His mouth moves lower, over my breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple and making me arch my back against him. My pussy clenches on his cock as he releases my nipple and leans up, his arms on either side of me. He pumps his cock into me, biting his lip, his gaze fixed on my tits bouncing in time with his thrusts.

"I'm not going to last long, Amanda," he groans, his thrusts already becoming more erratic. "Tell me...where do you want my cum, sweetie?"

I moan, my own orgasm growing near. I slide my hand between us to rub my clit.

"I want you to cum inside me baby, please. Deep inside me. I'm still protected."

His body shudders as I beg him to cum deep inside me, his cock twitching while my pussy grips him, practically milking him into me.

"Fuuuck, fuck sweetheart, I'm going to cum," he groans.

I respond with my own moan, "Yes, fuck, me too, please cum with me." My hand rubs faster on my clit until I feel my body start to shake.

Josh's body does the same, tensing and then shaking as I feel his cock explode deep inside me, filling me with his warm cum. I cry out as I fall over the edge with him, wrapping my legs around his hips to keep his cock inside me.

We both tremble as our orgasms wash over us, my cunt so full of his cum I can feel it oozing out around his still hard cock. I continue to hold him inside me, my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

"Fuck," I whisper, trying to catch my breath.

I pull him to me, kissing him hard.

He kisses me hard but sweet, passionate as we lay together, still connected.

I shift my hips, moaning at how his hard cock moves inside me. 
"More?" I whisper, half a question and half a plea.

He grins at me, still panting softly as he lets his cock slide out of me and kisses my lips, then my chin. Moving his mouth gently down my neck, my chest, my stomach, until he kisses my inner thighs.

My breath hitches and I squirm, needing his mouth on me.

"Please," I whimper.

He obliges, slowly sliding his tongue up my slit, swirling it around my clit before lapping at my cum-filled hole. I groan loudly, raising my hips as he licks my soaking pussy. His hands slide under my thighs, gripping my ass, holding me against his mouth as his tongue explores every inch of my tight pussy.

"Fuck," I moan, bucking my hips against him again. "Fuck I forgot how good you are with that tongue."

He chuckles against my slit, sending vibrations through me that have me squirming again. "I will never forget how fucking good our cum tastes when it's mixed together in your pussy," he says, kissing my hole again.

He gently slides two fingers into me, thrusting them slowly in and out, coating them in our cum. I moan as he rubs against my g-spot before slipping his fingers out and reaching them up to my lips.

I suck his fingers into my mouth, greedily swirling my tongue around them, sucking and licking. He's right, we taste amazing together. I lick our cum off his fingers, showing him exactly what I'd do if it was his cock in my mouth instead.

He moans as I suck on his fingers, his mouth still on my pussy. His tongue never ceases its fast licks across my clit, making my body tremble. He licks me, tastes me, tastes us, like his life depends on it. Sucking on my clit, using his other hand to rub my g-spot.

I cry out as my orgasm sneaks up on me, so focused have I been on his cum-covered fingers. My body stiffens and then I fall into convulsions, moaning loudly.

He softly licks me down from my orgasm, making my body twitch every time his tongue runs over my overstimulated clit.

Eventually he pulls away, leaning up to kiss me again before rolling over next to me. I can see how hard his cock still is, how he's practically throbbing.

"I need you, sweetie. I need your mouth on me. Please." His voice is hoarse, almost pleading.

I grin, kissing him again as I roll onto my hands and knees. I kiss his lips, his neck, nipping softly at his collarbone. I kiss further, flicking my tongue and teeth over his nipples as I go, making him gasp. I finally reach his throbbing cock and take the tip into my mouth, sucking and flicking my tongue over the head.

"Mmmm, fuck," he moans loudly. He reaches down to stroke my hair, softly whispering "You're such a good girl, sucking my cock for me, covered in our cum."

I take his cock deeper into his mouth, tasting and savoring our cum on it. Bobbing my head up and down as my hand slips down to massage his balls and slides further to play with his ass. His answering moan reminds me how much I love playing with his ass and I tease his hole more, gently rubbing my finger along it as I take his cock as deep as I can into my throat.

He spreads his legs a bit for me, whimpering "More, please," as I rub his ass.

I take my mouth off his cock and lean up a little bit so I can reach my hand to his mouth, two fingers extended.

"Suck on them," I say, "Get them nice and wet for me."

My other hand still strokes his cock, rubbing that sensitive spot right below the tip. He takes my fingers into his mouth obediently, looking into my eyes as he suckles them and covers them in his spit. My eyes roll back as he sucks on my fingers, the feeling and the intensity of his gaze incredibly erotic.

"Good boy," I moan softly as I take my wet fingers and press them against his ass, gently working one finger in. I reach to the nightstand with the other hand, grabbing the bottle of lube and getting just a bit more to rub on his asshole before I slide my finger all the way in. I lower my head to his cock again, listening to him moan "Yess, fuck yessss,"

He grips the sheets in both hands and I push my second finger into his ass, flicking my tongue against his cock head as I do. His legs spread even more and he bucks his hips, begging "Please, please fuck my ass."

I smile around his cock, starting to thrust my fingers in and out of his ass as I deepthroat his cock again, gagging and loving the sensation of his cock throbbing in my mouth. My fingers in his ass start to massage his prostate as I suck his cock, and it isn't long before I hear his cry of pleasure and feel a warm spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. His groan is deep, visceral, as he explodes in my mouth. I swallow every drop of his cum, sucking his cock dry and slowly pulling my fingers from his ass.

"Fuck, such a good boy," I say with a smile as I lift my head and crawl up to kiss him hard. My lips part for him and his tongue slides against mine; softly, lovingly.

I lean back, looking at him. Examining his face, flushed with pleasure, and can't help but feel my heart swell to almost bursting.

I turn, climbing off the bed to go clean myself up and grab him a wet cloth to clean himself too. Then we crawl under the covers together, his large frame wrapping around me in the most comfortable embrace.

"Josh?" I ask quietly, after we've turned off the light.

"Yes?" He whispers against my hair.

"I missed you. A lot. I love you. And you don't have to say it, because I know this might just be one last night. But I had to say it."

"Amanda...I don't want this to be one last night. I love you too. I've missed you so much." The emotion in his voice is raw, and I can't do anything but close my eyes and curl deeper into his side, the safety of his arms. My happy place.