Our relationship had ended more than five months ago. Adequate time for us both to move forward, start afresh and begin anew. Yet, here he was.
I hadn't seen much of him in five months, a glimpse here or there, nothing like this. He sat so close I could touch him; I wanted to touch him. No, I wanted him to touch me. He looked good, the soft body he had when we were together had been shed by obvious regular attendance to the gym. I allowed myself to openly ogle him. His jaw clenched at my blatant staring, fist balled then relaxed. I knew I still affected him, he was easy to read that way. My staring always made him uneasy, the unabashed desire in my eyes used to make him fidget in public when I'd give him "that look". The "please-make-me-squirt" look; lips parted lids heavy.
He looked so fucking good. He smelled good too, crisp and clean like fresh laundry. His newly defined pecs strained in the thin t-shirt he wore. It was an old shirt, I would know; I'd bought it. I fought to not bite my lip appraising him. I had no idea why I'd let him in. He'd shown up out of nowhere, claiming to be "in the neighborhood".
He knew I was watching him. His soft brown eyes darted from me to the screen a few times trying to be sly. But I wasn't hiding. He hadn't changed a bit, neither had I in the nearly six months. I was still insatiable and he still had unwavering restraint. At least until I wore it thin. Our relationship was a dance of sorts, nearly three years of practiced moves that we knew by heart. I still knew him and I knew I was getting on his nerves.
"Stop it." He mumbled.
I smirked but continued staring quietly. I enjoyed toying with his patience, an unfortunate flaw of mine. It had contributed to the downfall of our relationship. Nights of yelling, screaming and angry fucking. His nostrils flared; I was getting to him. He'd surprised me, stopping by unannounced, interrupting my alone time. I'd been playing with myself when the doorbell chimed so I hadn't gotten to finish. Each time I clenched my thighs together the slick engorged lips of my pussy slid together against my clit. He knew the signs of my arousal well. He glanced down at my squirming thighs before quickly looking at my coffee table, eyes downcast.
"You haven't changed a bit huh?" He asked begrudgingly, not bothering to look at me.
"You interrupted me." I answered. "You know how I get when I don't finish." My hand wandered to my puckered nipple that rubbed deliciously against the threadbare house dress I had on.
The thin fabric left little to the imagination but it was nothing he hadn't seen before.
"You should continue then." His eyes gleamed wickedly with the challenge he issued.
"Continue?" I played coy, looking at him beneath my lashes.
He turned to face me then, giving me the full weight of his gaze. He watched me with a fierce expression, he was running out of patience. I read his face for a moment, beneath the intensity I could see arousal brimming. He wanted to fuck me.
"Yes. Finish what you were doing. Or am I stopping you?" He folded his arms and stared down his nose at me.
The look on his face coupled with his body language had moisture seeping my panties. Our relationship was strange at best, his air of dominance made the sex interesting. However I was always the instigator. He let me pretend to lead until he was ready to put me in my place. It took coaxing but I knew that once unleashed he would have me digging my nails into his flesh.
I waited a beat before leaning back into the cushions on the couch and slowly lifting the spaghetti strapped dress up my thighs. I'd forgone underwear so my mound was soon exposed to him. I sucked a finger into my mouth, getting it wet before using it to circle my clit.
"Ohh." I moaned stroking another small circle on the tight bundle of nerves.
My finger massaged my slippery button until I had a steady stream of juice leaking from my hole. The added lubrication felt wonderful on my over sensitive clit. I couldn't stop rubbing, and he was damn near glaring at me, the only sound was the wet noise of my cunt. The exhibitionist inside me was overjoyed to have an audience, I wanted him to watch me cum. To look at my pussy convulse and spew its clear juices while my hole quivered, desperate for a cock to cling to. I wanted him to want me like he used to.
"Were you going to ask permission to cum or were you going to be greedy? Hmm? Did you forget?" His voice was rough, it only got that edge when he was truly ready to fuck me.
I drew my knees up to my chest, opening myself to him. "Oh no. I didn't forget. Please, can I cum?" My voice trembled as I spoke the words.
His eyes darkened at my words. "I don't think so. I do think you should keep going."
I didn't stop rubbing. Partly because he hadn't given me permission to stop and also because I was on the brink of a toe curling orgasm. My fingers were beginning to prune with my wetness, it was becoming difficult to keep my fingers on my clit with how slippery I was getting.
I felt his hand snake into my hair and pull me forward. "Do you want to cum?"
He skimmed his nose along my jaw nipping lightly at my neck. "Yes please, I need it." I gasped breathlessly as my muscles tingled and tensed.
Those words were the final straw. His hand fisted in my hair and snapped my head back, exposing my throat. "Cum then, and make sure it's a good one."
I couldn't stop my orgasm from crashing into me like a train, I was a gasping mess. My fingers smeared my pussy cream on my throbbing clit, my eyes crossed as I came with a loud "Oh." My body jerked and lurched like a stalled truck with the strength of my orgasm.
"May I please suck your dick?" I whined.
His slap came hard and fast. I was momentarily dazed by the blow but moaned when I felt the residual sting. "You'll beg me better than that."
"It would make me so happy to taste your wonderful cock and have your big dick fill mouth!" I was nearly desperate at this point. Clawing at his belt buckle blindly trying to undo it.
He silently appraised me before smirking devilishly. His hand undid his pants quickly before he fished out his cock. If there was one thing I loved about him, it was his cock. Not too big, but not too small. A perfect 7 inches that was nearly as thick as a soda can. The heavy organ flopped out unto his thigh, veiny and pulsing angrily. His uncut head was covered slightly by the excess skin. I leaned in and gave it a single lick from root to tip. I slithered my tongue on the tip to lick the smooth pre-cum coating the head.
I gently gripped the base, holding it upright so I could lightly pepper kisses down the shaft.
