It was month 4 since me and Alice separated. 6 years of love pissed away at the even increasing and ever volatile arguments. It finally came to a head with her statement "I just don't see you in my future anymore."
Did it hurt me to hear? Of course it fucking did, but I got my grief out of my way relatively quickly so I could come back from this upset. And come back I did. I started paying more attention to my fitness, stopped drinking so much and became more and more financially responsible. Because of this I became more absent from the typical "post break up contact" with Alice. And yes, she did take notice.
What started as the icebreaker, led to her asking about my life even though she had no right to no since we were no longer together, to her finally caving and inviting me over to "look after the dog". Come to think of it, the only thing closest to looking after the dog on that first night back was having her in doggystyle, her eager, wet pussy gleefully taking every thrust of my cock as I rode her all night.
That began our hook-up period, every invite or request I made to come over always ended up with intercourse. She showed resistance, but ultimately she knew deep down how much she enjoyed me fucking her hard. I definitely appreciated that she had trimmed her pubic hair to a nice brunette slit. It heightened her pleasure when I caressed her pussy with my tongue on several occasions; making her come each time. I dare say that our break up sex was even more hotter than what it was in our relationship.
"Please don't seduce me tonight." Finally, the first sign of actual resistance. Alice had taken to rolling on her belly, closing her legs and trying every avoidance tactic under the sun to demonstrate to me that she didn't want sex. But every time she tried I just matched that energy; like a moth to candlelight and like the good girl she was, she always buckled and gave in to her needs which I was more than happy to fulfil. But this was different, she was now actively resisting temptation which did knock me back some.
"No problem." I sleepily told her, as I rolled onto my side feigning exhaustion. She followed suit and we both "settled".
Okay, it had been 20 minutes since we settled and she still hadn't made her move. What the fuck was that about? There she was, lying in bed with her panties and a shirt on, and she still hadn't manoeuvred her thigh to rest on me, nor had she forced my arm around her and neither had she "opened" her legs to show me the awaiting prize. What the fuck was going on?
The suspense, surprisingly, made me slightly erect. She was still laying on her stomach and was under the duvet so I couldn't see that beautiful arse of hers. I imagined what underwear she was wearing, if any at all. I also wondered if she was doing this deliberately as a new submission tactic.
"Fuck it." I said quietly to myself and moved myself under the duvet towards her. My cock by this time was semi-mast and I knew it was only a matter of time. I just had to take another look.