Yet Again

It wasn't that long ago that we'd parted ways with one another once and for all. This may have been the fourth time in the past year and a half we decided to call it quits. We had good reasons why the relationship shouldn't work, wasn't working. We were twin flames bringing out one another's best qualities and worst tendencies. We were too dissimilar to be grounded. Our charges, in perpetual opposition, caused sparks that would burn our passion to the ground. I lived for those good times, those times of intense joy and lust. But whenever things got real, too intimate, too raw, and too vulnerable, we both ran. We shared a self-protective instinct. We also shared the instinct of a primal attraction that would bring us back together again and again.

You had stayed at my place almost every day for a month. You had your essentials in my house. A toothbrush, razors, extra clothes, your laptop. We didn't officially live together or have any type of spoken commitment sexually or emotionally. But if you asked our friends, they'd tell you we were as attached at the hip as any committed couple. The conversation we had the previous night, the night before we both agreed things had been too intense the last four weeks or so, involved my need for space and feeling that I wasn't spending enough time on my personal growth and projects. Or so was my rationale. I am my own saboteur at times. I more or less tossed you out in a hurry because I knew if I did not, I'd have to face the reality that I'd gladly tie myself to you forever.

A long two weeks had passed since your departure, and I quickly began to realize that my place felt the lack of your presence. My pride would not allow me to admit it to you directly, but I wanted you back. The bed felt too empty and my days felt barren without you in them. When I saw that you had left behind the dog-eared copy of the novel you'd been reading it was the perfect excuse to plot your return. I had found it tucked between the mattress and the bedframe as I was changing the linens. why you had stashed it there was a mystery to me. I held onto it for a few days as I went about my business, calculating in my spare moments how I might win you back. When I was ready, I phoned you to come for it. We made arrangements for you to stop by the following day. But this was really just a ploy to capture you, to make sure you stayed for good. From experience, I knew your every button. I knew how to make you mine and planned how I'd seduce you.

The day arrived. I was expecting you as you let yourself in with the key I had given you months ago and that you had used during those times when you just couldn't seem to part from me. I readied myself for your arrival. I carefully considered what I would wear and came to the conclusion that nothing would be best. After all, you loved my nudity better than any sexy outfit I'd ever worn. I had told you to just let yourself in and was even sure to mention that I wasn't certain if I'd be home. I'd just leave the book on the nightstand where you could easily find it. Little did you know what I had planned for you.

As I heard the key in door, I sprawled myself on the bed thoughtfully in a diagonal orientation. I was on my stomach, my knees bent up and my ankles crossed. My round ass would be there to greet you with a smile. My chin rested on my lightly closed fist. My pretty eyes were ready to draw you in with that coquettish gaze I knew drove you wild. You entered the bedroom and I could see you go slightly weak in the knees. I tried not to feel too superior, but I was aware of my effect on you. I knew you'd be ready to take me once you saw me in that condition. I looked at you with innocent yet calculating eyes. Then without a word I turned onto my back exposing my breasts and my slit to you. I let my head fall slightly over the edge of the mattress, my lips open just enough to suggest they were ready for something. Perhaps a kiss, maybe to speak, or possibly to pleasure you. When you began moving closer, I knew I'd get my way.

You stood over me and I saw the bulge in your jeans. The sight of my naked body waiting and ready for you made you hard almost immediately. It was difficult not to gloat externally. I kept it to myself as best I could. But I was feeling self-satisfied seeing how effortlessly my plan was working on you thus far. I didn't say a word as I parted my lips slightly wider and reached up to lightly grab at your hard cock under your pants. As I felt your girth, I also felt my pussy become wet and my clit throbbed. I craved you inside of me. Sucking you off was something I'd done many times. My lips and tongue knew every inch of your cock. But what I was about to experience put every blowjob I had ever given to shame. You moved in just a little closer and I was certain that it wouldn't be long before I tasted you again.

I felt your cool fingers caress my throat, then the sides of my neck. My body shivered with a bolt of electricity. My lips opened with an even wider invitation and I salivated with anticipation of your cock filling me. First, I heard your belt buckle loosen, then your fly opened with a quick unzipping. It all happened just a little too quickly, a little too eagerly. That was when I realized your control was waning. That was when I realized your dominance was only an illusion you were under. That was when I realized I would emerge victoriously.

Your hand reached into your pants to pull out your erection. It was on full display over me. I smiled just a little although I doubt you took notice, distracted by your engorged member's greedy demand. From my vantage point I could see the underside of your cock as it bobbed slighty as you shuffled your jeans down far enough to expose your testicles. You lowered slightly bringing your balls toward my mouth. I also lifted my head to meet them with my tongue and my lips as I began licking and sucking. Working your balls with my mouth in that upside down position caused my pussy to further swell and lubricate with the knowledge of pleasure my mouth offered. When your balls were satisfied and you could no longer hold in your shaft's urge for attention, your hands, warm at this point, surrounded my throat on both sides. More quickly than I had anticipated you lifted me from the neck as your cock plunged into me.

You held your cock at the back of my throat for several seconds which made me gag and salivate. You mercifully withdrew a little so I could gasp in some air. But my throat would soon came under a siege of your thrusts. My lips gripped harder to hold onto you. At this point my pussy was fully turned on, wet and ready for pleasure and penetration. I spread my legs apart to give you the full view of my glistening cunt. But you had no plans to fuck my cunt. So I did my best not to let your cock escape this fuck-hole you had chosen to get off on. You continued to thrust all the way down my throat with repeated fervor. To prolong your pleasure, you decreased the intensity of your movement on occasion. Several times you slowed down only to pick up the pace as you pleased. You held my throat as you pounded my mouth, your thighs slamming into my shoulders, your balls slapping me with every inward thrust. This invasion was rough and raw but also welcomed and wanted. My body was the vessel that would carry you back to my heart and to my bed.

When your grunts and moans increased, I knew you'd soon come. It wouldn't be long until I would drink down the hot emission from your pulsating cock. I wanted it, longed for it. I gripped you tighter with my lips. I sucked you harder with each outward thrust ensuring you wouldn't escape my mouth's grasp. It was my way of communicating that I wouldn't let you go again. It was my apology for having cast you out of my life. I would hold onto you in life as tightly as I held your cock inside me. I permitted my body to be used for your purposes and in turn you would be mine once more. As your thrusts became quicker, your cock also penetrated deeper down my throat. I struggled to breath and gulped in air when your cock retreated during the outward slides. I was fully aroused knowing what pleasure you experienced by fucking me. With one final vocalization and one final deep thrust you unleashed your load of hot salty liquid inside of me. The spurts filled the back of my throat as I swallowed each drop.

Although you had finished, I refused to break the seal my lips created around your member. You softened after some moments had passed, but I continued to hold you inside me. Against the suction of my lips and tongue, you withdrew. I felt a slight trail of wetness stretch from my lips to my chin. I wiped it away with a forefinger and sucked it back into my mouth. My cheeks and forehead felt cool as the sweat you left behind on my face began to evaporate. I closed my eyes and enjoyed a deep breath as I heard the zipper on your fly close and the clinking of metal as you tightened your belt. Next came your footsteps and I felt a brief moment of self-doubt. Had my seduction had been useless? Had I succeeded in winning you back?

You paused at the bedroom door and glanced back at me. Your eyes penetrated mine with a look of defeat. At that instant my doubt rapidly transformed into complete confidence. I was sure of my success. Yet, the echo of your reluctant footsteps continued. I lay as you left me, reveling in the afterglow of my victory. Down the hall, past the living room, into the foyer your feet carried you. The click of the door lever and swish of air as the door opened. And... a soft bang as the door closed. I shut my eyes and waited.

There you were standing once again in the doorway as if you'd never walked away at all. I couldn't see you but could sense your presence and I felt your gaze. I had you, but now it was time to lock you in. With a slow and seductive movement of my hand, from my breast I caressed my torso until my fingers grazed my mound and my fingers slipped inside my wet pussy. I swirled my fore and middle fingers at my opening to gather some lubrication which I brought back toward my breast. I glazed my nipple with my juices while adding a pinch that sent a wave of pleasure directly to my clit. I locked eyes with yours as I repeated the movement. Only this time I glazed my lips which I then parted slightly as an extended invitation for you to taste your effect on me. Your shadow obscured what light I could sense through my closed eyes and I felt the heat of your presence draw nearer. I felt my head cradled and weightless in the embrace of your strong hands. You applied your lips to my mouth and our tongues entangled in a kiss.

I stayed limp as you gently placed my head onto the bed and I adjusted my body. I rolled onto my side with my elbow bent and my head propped up in the palm of my hand. My eyes opened to see you kneeling at the edge of the bed. You moved to rest your face next to my bare breasts and I pressed my fingers into your hair. We hadn't spoken a word. We didn't need to speak. You were under my spell and I knew I could discard you or keep you at my will. In this state, where pleasure had power, I felt you succumb to this moment of tenderness. When I sensed you were utterly consumed by my will, I abruptly sat up in the bed and slid my ass off the edge to stand. I quickly found some panties, my jeans, bra, and a tee. I dressed, slid my feet into a pair of sneakers, and slung my purse over one shoulder. On my way out the door I spoke. "Hey, don't forget your book."