It had been a hot minute since they’d seen each other. A few years at the least, many moons. They bumped into each other at a party that ironically, neither of them had wanted to be at. Their disposition rapidly changed once their eyes met. This is something that they had both very much anticipated. Imagined down to the last details even. But both had crossing ropes in their stomach from nerves. The kind of nerves you get from anticipating a job interview, or jumping out of an airplane. Nerves that weren’t bad, but assured you that there was treasure around the corner if you could successfully navigate this situation.
These two former lovers had made a pact: if they ever ran into each other again, and if they were both single, they would seize the moment and love each other with reckless abandon. Well, she had just left her fiance months prior, and he was back in town for a cousin’s wedding. What he had originally thought of as a grossly obligatory use of perfectly good vacation days turned out to be the sexual opportunity of a lifetime. Any notion of her ex fiance vanished from her mind when she saw him. A hot flash came over both of them. The kind of sensation when you’re acutely aware of how active the sweat glands on your scalp are. Unexpected lustful opportunity or spicy food, the senses knew no difference.
A few clumsy strides towards each other and they embraced. Without wasting another moment, their lips danced in step. There was no need for them to even speak, their bodies were well acquainted in each other’s native tongue. The electricity surged from their lips to their brains in record speed. Hands held each other close, but were eager to explore. He slid his right hand underneath her tank top, and without any further prompt, the shirt was as good as off. His shirt met a similar demise, sacrificed to the floor. Pressed up against each other again, now nothing separating their torsos, thin cotton or otherwise. They had anticipated this so much that the reality of the situation caused them to tremble with excitement. Goosebumps, raised arm hairs, laser focus.
They kissed deeply, taking turns pushing into each other. Back and forth they embrace, convincing the other that they were the one who wanted this more. A little bit of competition in lust can be monumental.
He was the first to venture off, and direct his mouth’s attention to her neck. He tasted her sweat, and savored it. He kissed and massaged her shoulder with his lips, traced her clavicle down to her chest. He used his hands to cup her breasts, which fit perfectly in his grip. In the past they had always remarked that it was one of the many reasons they were designed to be each other’s lovers. His tongue teased her erect nipples. Tracing them, using his teeth to tug at them with playful resistance. Every heavy breath out of her mouth was a cheer from a crowd, every whimper or moan was a standing ovation.
Not to be out done, or toyed with any longer, she dropped to her knees. The anticipation swelled inside of it’s denim prison. She tugged at his belt with impatient insistence, and he felt qualified to help. Once undone, his pants proved to be much less of an obstacle. His honesty presented itself to her with remarkable posture. The way she looked at it sent an affirming jolt of confidence to his brain.
He lightly grabbed her lower jaw with one hand, motioning with his grip for her to open her mouth. She readily obliged and extended her tongue, the path was clear for him. He balanced his manhood on her tongue and they both lingered in that moment. Eyes locked, both appreciating the other. The moment passed and she began the first of many descents down to the base of his length. Slowly at first, reading the signals sent by his pulses and quiet moans. As far as he was concerned, this was nirvana. She knew how talented she was, and tripped on the power more than she would ever admit.
Minutes later, after he had thoroughly considered how long he could withstand such pleasure, he pulled slowly out of her mouth and crouched down to his knees to meet her gaze. He wiped the excess saliva from her chin, and offered his hand to her. She took it and spun around to a seated position, where she found herself promptly being pushed onto her back. She bounced back a little bit, and he had already made his way down to her second sweetest pair of lips.
He kissed her inner thighs playfully. She giggled, not being able to decide if it was sexy or ticklish. One of the more underappreciated elements of love making, they both thought. He began licking her vertically with the narrow tip of his tongue. She quivered, her hips attempting to wiggle down get more. He turned his head to kiss her labia deeply, the same way he would her mouth. She massaged her breast with one hand, and the other hand held the back of his head, unafraid of being too rough. Returning to vertical, he wetted two of his fingers and began to insert them gradually, a little more with each push. He focused his tongue’s efforts on her clit in order to ease the transition, though lubrication was certainly not an issue. She writhed in ecstasy. They had learned each other’s bodies in the past, and retained that knowledge similar to the way some people never forget how to ride a bicycle.
“Fuck me” she demanded, finally breaking the silence of their union. He grinned, happy to oblige.
He climbed up to meet her face, they kissed deeply. Using one hand to prop himself up, he kissed her chest and neck. The other hand using his member to tease her, rubbing her clitoral hood up and down with its thick and swollen head. Her hips gyrated, attempting to line him up with her entrance. Moments later, neither of them could resist any longer.
With one hand holding the back of her head, and kissing passionately, he squeezed inside of her. Either she was too tight, or him too thick, but neither had a complaint. He loved the feeling of stretching out her inner walls, and she loved the feeling of using her muscles to contract and massage his girth from within. Their bodies complimented each other like this back and forth, similar to the tide rolling into the beach, or any two parts of a finely oiled machine working together.
They breathed heavily on each other’s necks, ears kissed, chests pressed together. Using each other’s rhythm to gauge the speed, they challenged each other with each thrust. She had both hands wrapped around his back and on his shoulders. He knew he was getting her close when he felt her nails begin to dig in slightly. Each motion inward became slightly harder until their bodies made their own percussive song, a primal sound that they both loved. At the crescendo of their carnal orchestra, her nails dug in deeply. He held her head close to him, and she took the opportunity to sink her teeth into his neck.
They erupted together. And for a moment, nothing else was real. They held each other tightly, locked in that position. He withdrew from her, and collapsed on his back next to her, landing softly. They kissed and laughed together, both relieved for the opportunity to love each other again. All was at peace.
And everyone else in the bouncy castle at Caleb’s 5th birthday party was like, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
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Very nicely written