Its All Coming Back To Me

It had been so long since I had seen you.

I had convinced myself I had moved on; gotten past the addiction that was you.

At first, I had lain awake, night after night, a hot ache between my legs, longing for you to be there, to feel your touch, to feel you possess me; but over time, the feelings faded to memories and I took a new lover, someone less exciting, but also less demanding. I convinced myself I was fine, I didn’t need your particular brand of fun. How wrong I was.

She opened the door and felt her heart stop. There he stood in the sunlight, bathing over him as if he owned it, as if it’s only purpose was to show the world his beauty.

Her hand flew to her throat; her brain tried to make desperate sense of his being here; her stomach flipped and her crotch ached. Just like that. All this time, and all he had to do was stand there and she wanted him. She hated him, but God how she wanted him.

She had forgotten how desperate a hunger he fueled in her, how the flick of his eyes down the length of her body could make her nipples hard.

“You look good Cara”, he said with a half smile, that same lazy smile that used to warm her heart, the same smile that always made her feel like she was the only woman on the planet.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, instantly flustered. She suddenly wished she was better dressed, had on more make-up, or perhaps body armor, she wasn’t sure which.

“Aren’t you glad to see me?” he asked, knowing damn well the effect he was having on her. God, she hated him, she hated herself for letting him do this to her, their whole relationship he had the power to turn her into jelly, the sexual chemistry between them had been so strong it had blocked out everything else. For months she had wandered in a daze of lust, ignoring her family, work, everything but when she would get her next fix of him. When he left, her world had stopped turning, she had lain on her bed, waiting to die, but eventually she realized her heart kept beating even though she didn’t want it to, and days came and went, and eventually she decided to give herself a kick and get on with her life. She had thought she had succeeded, she had found someone else, someone less addictive and less challenging, someone manageable, who fitted into her life without causing so much as a ripple. She convinced herself she was happy.

Only now here he was, smiling at her, and her first thoughts were of his fingers slipping between her thighs, of his tongue circling her nipple, slowly, ever decreasing circles until he hit the tip, and sucked it into his mouth……..she was in trouble.

She fought her body, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart and find her voice.

“I asked what you were doing here.” She tried to sound dismissive, she didn’t want him to know what he was doing to her, didn’t want him to know the power he still held to control her every breath.

“I’ve missed you too,” he said with sarcastic edge to his voice.

Then he regained his grin and said “ I left a couple of music books here when I went, and now I really need them, you didn’t burn them or anything did you?” he managed to look almost sheepish, disarming her anger instantly.

She wanted to say yes, she had burned them, she wanted to tell him to go to hell, yet she heard her mouth invite him into her home and say she would get them for him.

As he walked past her in the open doorway, his arm brushed her breast, lightly and in passing, but it was enough to make her knees weak. As she closed the door, then led him through to the living room, she tried to control her traitorous libido, she told herself she could do this, she could be calm and civilized until he left, and then she could have a damn good cry if need be; as long as she didn’t make a total fool of herself just now.

“You’ve redecorated.” He said scanning her living room. When they had been together it had been warm African tones, now it was silver grey, with chrome finishing and light fittings, and reflective panels on the walls.

“It needed a change.” She said. How could she explain to him that she had tried to change everything as much as she possibly could? That everything in her home had reminded her of him, driving her crazy every moment of every day?

“It’s nice,” he said politely, looking around “I wouldn’t have thought it was your style, but actually its very nice.”

Not wanting to encourage small talk of interior design, she just thanked him politely, and went to move away to find his books.

“Have you christened it yet?” he asked, blowing all her intentions clean out of the water.

“Pardon?” she gasped, not believing what she was hearing!

“We christened every piece of furniture in the old room” he stated calmly “ I just wondered if you’ve fucked anyone on that sofa yet”

As he asked the question, his eyes darkened, and she saw the lust there, the hunger she remembered so well. His eyes swept over to her new sofa, it was a large black leather couch.

She remembered it’s predecessor, he had bent her over the back of it to take her from behind as she came home from work, had lain her on it as he drove her crazy teasing her while they were supposedly watched a movie; had sat on it with his head thrown back as she had given him a blowjob. She had had to get rid of it, every time she looked at it she had seen him, longed for him.

“That’s none of your business” she snapped, wishing he would leave, let her get back to her calm new life, wanting to forget the way she was feeling now, wanting him as if he had never left.

“Oh, I think it is” he stated, suddenly moving towards her, bringing his hand up and round her neck to stroke the soft skin at the base of her skull. He gazed into her eyes, now wide with fear and anguish, as he said “I still want you, every minute of every day, I want you.”

How she had longed for those words during the months following his abrupt departure, how she had dreamed of him returning, telling her he couldn’t live without her. But things had changed, she was stronger now, she told herself, she didn’t have to do this again.

“You left” she said “You made your bed, now you have to lie in it”

She silently praised herself for being so strong, so independent, so tough.

His next words ripped right through it all.

“Talking of beds…..” he paused “ I like that train of thought” he said, grinning at her as if it was the most natural thing in the world to turn up here and expect her to be available.

She tried to think of a quick rejoinder, something to put him in his place and let him know he wasn’t impressing her, but before she could move he pulled her forward roughly by the neck, and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth with a force that took her breath away and made her knees weak.

Pushing her backwards onto the new couch, he lay on top of her, and when she tried to bring up her hands to fight him off, he easily grabbed them, and holding both her wrists with one of his hands, broke the kiss to gaze down at her.

“Don’t fight me Cara, I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to come to you, to feel my cock slip inside you, feel you pulling me in, pumping me dry”

“Get off me!” she gasped.

“I can’t” he stated “ I have to have you again, just once more, I have to.”

The anguish in his eyes as he groaned out the words almost undid her resolve, her stomach felt as if hot liquid was coursing through it, her breasts ached where his body pressed against them, his thigh, pressed between her legs, was burning through her clothes to her clit, which in turn was sending signals to her pussy, making it pour that hot liquid, ready for him.

This chain reaction inside her body didn’t show in her face though, she knew she was lost if he guessed how much she wanted him, she had to sound hard and tell him to go, it was her only chance of keeping her sanity.

“You can’t have me, if you don’t get off me right now I will charge you with rape” she yelled.

Strangely, this threat seemed to bring the flash back into his eyes. He gazed down at her face, then shifting slightly let his eyes wander down to her breasts, heaving with fear and excitement, but with undeniably erect nipples, straining towards him.

“I’ve never raped a woman in my life Cara, and I don’t intend to start now, by the time I slide my cock inside you, you will be begging me to fuck you, begging me as if your life depended on it” The calm assurance in his voice, the arrogant assumption that she would surrender herself to him even after all this time, should have made her angrier, yet it was so unbelievably sexy that she couldn’t repress a moan of desire. His knowledge of her body and his total control of her responses had always turned her on. She didn’t want to be strong, or in charge, what she wanted was this, to be desired, to be made to feel whatever he wanted her to feel, to come when he decided she should. Oh Lord, how could she have ever thought she could resist him? He owned her body; it was his to command, just as it had always been.

She desperately fought to get free before it was too late, but her feeble struggles only made him laugh as he knelt up, straddling her. Still holding her wrists with one hand, the fingers of the other traced the line of her neck as he spoke softly into her ear.

“I’ll tell you what, if you still want me to go in ten minutes, I’ll leave without an argument and never come back, but for the next ten minutes, I get to persuade you, that seems fair to me” his voice was low, and she could feel his hot breath on the skin next to her ear.

As he finished talking, he did two things at once, the first was to dip his head forward, slowly nibbling the tender flesh between her ear and her neck, and the other was to draw his free hand slowly up over her ribs towards her breast, searing her skin through the fine fabric of her vest top. Her breathe caught in her throat as her whole being focused on the feelings in her throat and body. Her brain registered the heat as he trailed his tongue over the skin of her neck, down to where it joined her collarbone, and then the pain as he bit there. Her body though was focused on that slow moving hand, her nipple strained towards it, as if by becoming even harder she could speed its arrival there. When it reached the underside of her breast and stroked through the fabric with his thumb, her hips bucked of their own volition, her body taking over, screaming its need to him.

Instead of caressing the nipple it kept moving though, almost making her scream with frustration. It moved up to the thin straps of her top, and grasping one tightly, he tore it loose. Then he moved to the other, and repeated the gesture. Now her small vest was free, and he roughly hauled it down to her waist, stopping to look at her trembling body beneath him.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you” he groaned in a voice heavy with need of its own. His mouth lowered, and there he was, tongue lapping at her nipple, before clamping it between his warm lips, sucking it into the wetness of his mouth, then biting it gently with his teeth.

The groan that escaped her was beyond human, beyond our civilized veneer. It cut through to the animal inside, to the primitive needs and desires hidden away where we don’t have to face them and admit they are ours. In response, he bit harder, then sucked her nipple until it was stretched beyond what should have been possible. She felt herself being pulled inside him, and felt a pulling within her that matched it perfectly, deep within her stomach, muscles contracted and stretched, ready for what they recognized as now being inevitable.

His mouth left her right breast, trailing over to the other to repeat the process, she arched her back, needing to be closer than was possible, wanting this to never end.

As his hungry mouth moved lower, trailing molten lava down over her skin, she recognized in some small part of her brain that she should be fighting, but oh, she had forgotten how good it felt to be his, how right it felt to surrender. She heard herself cry out and wasn’t sure if it was anguish or desire that caused the cry in her voice.

The shorts she was wearing were elasticated at the waist, and, still without releasing her trapped wrist, he managed to pull them down towards her knees, followed by her pale pink lacey thong. The touch of his hand in the sensitive skin of her inner thigh almost started an orgasm there and then, and her breathe seemed trapped forever in her chest as he stroked upwards.

“I can smell you Cara, I’d forgotten you good your lust smells.” His fingers trailed along the lips of her sex, feeling the moisture soaking her.

“God, your so wet” he stated, bringing his hand up to his mouth, letting her see her own juices covering him, before reaching out his tongue to taste them.” You taste as sweet as ever” he said, bringing his fingers to her own open lips, rubbing them across her soft bottom lip where she could taste herself. “See how sweet you taste?” he asked as her tongue came out and licked her lip, tasting her need for him.

“Oh please” she cried, and her voice sounded distant above the drumming in her ears of her own frantic heartbeat.

He stopped and looked down at her, his eyes so dark with lust the normally pale gray looked as dark as thunderclouds.

“Please what?” he asked “Please stop? Or please fuck me?”

“Fuck me!” she cried, all pride gone now, replaced only with deep overwhelming need.

“Fuck you what?” he said with quiet menace “Beg me, if you want to feel me inside you then beg me”

“Fuck me please” she cried, her voice breaking with need “Please, oh please, I need to feel you inside me, fuck me now!”

She felt her wrists released as his hand moved down to undo his trousers, freeing himself to enter her. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her shaven mound, an army ready to invade, as she begged him to take her, she was his, she had always been his.

When he pushed into her, her muscles remembered his girth and shaped, they fitted around him as if he had never been away, as he pushed all the way inside, then that final thrust tiling his pelvis to reach the very depths of her, she felt her body disappear, vaporised by the strength of the orgasm tearing through it. All his weight was behind each long hard thrust, her orgasm rolled over her, lifting and tossing her like a leaf on the wind. When he withdrew she felt bereft of all she wanted, she would have died at that moment to have him back within her.

“I don’t want to come yet” he moaned as he sat back on her couch “I’ve been dreaming of this too long to have it end so fast, I want to feel you take me in your mouth. Clean you’re come off me with your tongue.”

He sat back, pulling her upwards, pulling her head forward towards his cock, slick and wet from her.

She had always loved his cock; it looked so beautiful, engorged with his need for her. The feeling of power as she licked round the head, of hearing him groan as she run her tongue up and down the shaft; of feeling his hips buck to meet her as she sucked him into her mouth, closing her lips around him, running her tongue up and down as she worked him in and out of her mouth, she had forgotten how good this could be. She had never done this with any other lover, before or after him, it was only his cock that held this strange fascination for her. She wanted to swallow it whole, felt it slide into her throat as she closed her lips tight around the base of the shaft. His fingers as they slid down over her ass and between her lips to caress her clit were the final excitement she need to bring on her second orgasm. As she swallowed him down, then released him to lick the eye before pulling him back in to begin again, she felt him squeeze the small nub between his thumb and middle finger, and she screamed with him inside her throat as the orgasm took over. The vibration within her throat as she cried out in ecstasy was his final undoing as well, she felt his cock expand as hot come rushed upwards into her throat, she swallowed it down sucking it out of him, spurt after spurt until she thought she would drown, but not caring, never wanting this to end.

When he finally withdrew and lay back on her new sofa, gasping and soaked with sweat, she lay back, marveling at how easily it had all come back to her. Her need of him, her lust, her uninhibited pleasure in his body and her own, the chemistry that ignited between them.

She knew that however many times he left, she would always be there when he came back, as long as he wanted her she would be his.