The night that changed everything with me [F] and my ex [M]

As with many of you, this whole pandemic came to me at a completely horrible time. I had a nasty break-up at the end of last year with a man who I had fallen so hard for. After months of therapy and self-discovery I found that I still had feelings for him. Feelings that wouldn’t just go away no matter how hard I tried. I cared so deeply for him, I still do. In February I decided I was going to fight for what I wanted. I tried my best to woo him, and it worked to an extent. While things are still unknown and maybe a little messy we’ve found each other again, at least in a sexual sense.

Perhaps I’m being irresponsible due to the whole social distancing thing and also to my emotions, but I can’t help myself. The night it all changed was one of the last nights prior to lockdown. I had gotten this man to agree to meet me for dinner. We caught up and it was wonderful. I was anxious and the entire time I sat across from him, I couldn’t help but feel butterflies in my stomach. After dinner we walked out to our cars and I embraced him for the first time since our breakup. Being in his arms, I felt so safe and just oh so amazing. I took a chance and kissed him. It was a slow soft kiss, like the first one he had planted on me over a year ago. Just like that things fell back into place. We decided we weren’t ready to part ways and I followed him to his house so that I could control the situation. At least that’s what I told myself.

Once at his house he hopped in the shower and I took it all in. I had a million thoughts running through my mind. What was I doing? Was him showering an invitation for me to join him? I hadn’t planned on sleeping with him. Not that night at least. I hadn’t expected any of it. I didn’t even know he would agree to dinner. He eventually emerged from the bathroom in a fresh pair of boxers and even though he was refreshed he looked so tore down. He was aching and I could tell. He asked for a massage, something I provided to him many times during our relationship, and I happily obliged because it meant being close to him. I followed him to his bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest.

He laid down on his king size bed in a prone position. I, fully clothed, straddled his lower back and started to massage him. His body felt so warm underneath me as I traced his back with my fingers. I lightly pressed the palm of my hands into his back and leaned forward, putting my weight into it all as I pressed down more firmly. He let out a soft groan and I went harder, starting at his lower back and working my way up, kneading at his back with my hands. Occasionally I would ball up my hands into fists and work them into the areas I felt the most knots- by his neck, his middle back, and then towards the bottom of his spine. I continued these motions for minutes, all the while he let out more groans until my hands were wore out. I climbed off and sat next to him. He laid there for a moment, completely content, before rolling onto his back. He thanked me for the massage and offered one to me. I happily declined, but when he offered to crack my back for me, I could not say no. He used to do it every morning for me and it feels so amazing. I climbed on top of him again, this time face to face. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed into my back forcefully, causing an audible crack. He did this four more times working his way up my back, causing my vertebrae to crack with each blow he made. Even he was impressed by himself. We joke that it’s like zippering my back, and it feels so amazing. Afterwards I just laid on top of him. My cleavage was now in his face and he commented about it before kissing the soft flesh of my breasts. I giggled and climbed off him.

We talked and joked with each other, catching up, all the while our fingers were tracing each other’s flesh. I was slowly stroking his bare stomach, my head laid upon his chest, while his fingers teased the hem of my shirt and the waistband of my jeans then the waist of my panties. I felt his warm, calloused hands graze the cool, smooth skin of my buttocks, kneading it softly, pulling me more on top of him in the process. I looked up at him and our lips became drawn together almost like opposite poles of a magnet.
Before I had known it, we were planting kisses upon each other.

They were deep and lingering. Every so often he would just barely graze my bottom lip with his tongue, and I would lightly bite his in response. I led a trail of kisses up his cheekbone and paused at his earlobe before flicking it with my tongue. He let out a slow moan as I nibbled and sucked on his earlobe; his sweet spot. “Careful now” he warned.
I teased him “Or what?” and with that he had began to strip me of my clothes, pulling off my shirt and taking off my bra, exposing my pale breasts. I helped him to pull off my pants and panties and he removed his boxers causing his already erect cock to stand to attention. And just like that we were naked together in his bed, like we’d been many times before. I could feel my heart racing with anticipation.
His fingers quickly found their way between my legs. They grazed my inner thighs before dipping into my wetness. “You’re so wet” he exclaimed.
“I can’t help it…you do that to me” I admitted as I raised my hips, giving him the OK to move further with his fingers. He traced up and down my slit and made circles around my clit before inserting a finger into my pussy. It felt so great to be touched again, but my pussy needed more. I needed more. I climbed on top of him, teasing him by rubbing my wetness across his cock while he moved his hands to the back of my thighs. With his guidance I moved my hips and felt the head of his cock pressing against the opening of my pussy. I lowered myself down onto him, feeling my pussy struggle to envelope his cock. It had been months since I had been filled by something other than a dildo and it felt so great, I could have come right then and there.
“You’re so tight” he admitted as I rocked my hips back and forth in an attempt to accommodate his member. I began to ride his cock, feeling my wetness grow as I loosened up. My breasts were bouncing in his face as I rode him. I could feel my orgasm building and continued to rock my hips, letting out soft moans.
“I know what you want” he said as he leaned forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on my nipples as I grinded into him, his pubic bone causing the perfect amount of friction against my clit.
“Oh, fuck yes” I blurted out between moans, rocking my hips.

“Come for me” he commanded, moving his mouth to my other breast. That’s all I had to hear. I felt my pussy contract around his cock as my orgasm flowed through me. He grinned, satisfied with himself as I rode out my orgasm. When I was done I climbed off him and saw that his cock and balls were covered in my wetness. I eagerly kissed the tip of his cock before wrapping my lips around it.
“Oh really?” he exclaimed as I licked his cock up and down, cleaning my juices off him. I took him into my mouth and began to suck as I grabbed the base with my hand. I looked up and continued to blow him, bobbing my head and sucking at varying speeds. I swirled my tongue around while he gathered my hair to one side. After only a few minutes my jaw and neck were beginning to get sore and so I switched positions. He hooked his hands around my thighs and pulled me towards him while he was still inside my mouth. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. He began to finger me again, first one, then two fingers entering my warm pussy. I let out muffled moans. He found my g-spot and began to feverishly finger fuck me while I took his entire cock into my mouth causing it to hit the back of my throat. I rubbed at my swollen clit until I came again.
“Good girl” he said taking his sopping wet fingers out of me. “Now where do you want me to come?” He asked.
“Wherever you want” I responded, before going back to sucking his ever-hardening cock. He sat up and pushed me down onto the bed, forcing me onto my knees. I arched my back and put my ass in the air. He grabbed me by the hips and sunk his cock into me from behind. I moved back against him and he did not hesitate to fuck me hard. We got into a rhythm and he smacked my ass before holding me down by placing a hand on the small of my back. I used my pelvic floor muscles to squeeze his cock causing him to go over the edge. He grunted as he pulled out from me. I could feel his warm cum shoot out onto my back in ropes, some of it dripping down my ass. He braced himself against me before falling over next to me in bed.
I went to the bathroom to clean up, my legs still wobbly. After using the toilet, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My make-up had been smeared, my hair was a mess, and I had a grin planted on my face that just would not go away.

I couldn’t believe what just happened. I had not planned on sleeping with this man. A million emotions were rushing through me and I was having trouble making sense of it all. I went back to the bedroom, intent on talking to him, but he beckoned me close, wrapping me up in his arms and I did not want to ruin the moment. It felt like before. Before he broke my heart. Before things became so complicated. I had no idea what just happened or the consequences of it all and in that moment I didn’t really care. Little did I know the can of worms that had been opened by our encounter or what would follow over the next few months…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hca7dc/the_night_that_changed_everything_with_me_f_and