Chapter 7: Rain
I never expected it to turn out this way, when I found his number, when I read the love note you left behind (was it on purpose?), when I sat down and told you that I knew. I never foresaw that this would happen. When I told you about how I followed you, that day, and saw you kiss him at the front door, how I waited for an hour for you to re-appear, and how you rushed home to tell me that you'd been asleep and missed my calls. But when you called yesterday, after a night of fighting over him, to tell me that you were at his house, naked, and how he was about to fuck you and I hung up. Well, when you hit redial and set the phone down, I answered and I didn't hang up this time, I listened, the whole time. I heard it all, with tears in my eyes, I heard your moans and his grunts, how you called out his name while your bodies slapped together, I sat and listened to you fuck him.
I was hurt, devastated, but you were waiting for me at home, expecting a fight. But you didn't expect for me to smother you with kisses and undress you, before making wild, passionate love to you, did you? No, but you were so hot, so creamy, you melted to my touch and clawed at me as I called you a bitch and slammed myself into you. I remember how you cried and whispered how sorry you were and how you could only love me, you made me so hard when you said that, I wanted it to last forever. It seemed to, didn't it? You looking straight at me as I pushed deep inside you, your hands on my chest, a sad look in your eyes as you bit your lip and shook from my impacts.
Your orgasm was incredible, you tensed and pulled me into you as you pulled my hair and gasped for breath. You were intense and all I could think about was how good it felt to please you and when we finished, how good it felt to hold you.