Chapter 7: Bankrupt
We move from the bedroom back to the living room. Once again we’re passing a joint between us as cuddle up on the couch. Her arms around my neck, pulling herself into me. Her legs draped across my lap. Her small hand rubbing the back of my neck.
We finish the joint and she steps away, returning holding a board game box that has to be at least 30 years old. I can tell because the edges of the inside of the box are on their last legs. It’s time to play Hotels.
Hotels, apparently, is a knock off version of Monopoly. I’ve only played the game once before, in the very same spot I move to at her dining room table.
As previously noted, the last time we played she demolished me. As she’s explaining the rules again, I’m silently plotting my revenge. It’s absurd how internally competitive I am. Even with the smallest of things.
I tell her that she’ll need to explain things as we go. What I don’t tell her that I remember precisely how I lost the last time we played .
At the time, she bought so much property in 3 quarters of the board, that every time I passed through on my trip around the board, she bled me dry.
Over the course of two plus hours of methodical, occasionally shrewd real estate decisions, I did exactly the same thing to her. Similar to the treatment I received the last time we played, any time she landed on one of my properties, I returned the same sarcastic “Hello, and welcome back to the Royal Hotel (or whatever property she landed on). Let’s see, it looks like you’ll be staying in our 3 star accommodations for 6 nights. That will be $3,700 hundred please”. My hand extended outward. An admittedly evil grin painted across my face.
We played until she was bankrupt. And yes, this moment was nearly as satisfying as any of the orgasms I had since I arrived. I’m a sick puppy indeed. We smoked some more, and decided to forgo one of our past traditions – 3:00 a.m. post-coitus sandwiches – and just head to bed.
We climb in and pull the comforter over our heads. We’re making out again. Softly at first, but like everything else with us, it soon picks up the pace.
She starts playing with my balls while kissing me. It has the desired effect, as I’m hard again. I start pulling down her panties, and I lift her shirt above her head. I grab some lube from the night stand and coat two fingers with it. I reach between her legs and start rubbing her clit again. We’ve been at it on and off for more than 24 hours now, so I assume the lube will help what has to be a throbbing and sore pussy at this point.
Her moans confirm my theory. I slowly rub her little clit between my fingers. She starts trembling and grabs my wrist. This does nothing to stop my actions.
“May I please cum again, sir?” she says coming out of a deep exhale.
“Of course you can sweetie” I tell her.
It’s late enough, and she’s been compliant enough that I’m done holding her back for my own amusement/pleasure.
She tightens her legs around my hand and cums quickly.
“I need you inside of me again”.
I reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom.
“Mmmm hurry please” she begs.
I roll the condom over the head of my cock and down the shaft as quickly as I can, and climb between her legs.
I dive into her again, and I hold my cock deep inside of her. She grinds her hips into me. She pulls my head into her mouth.
“I love it so much” she says.
“You always feel so fucking good” I tell her as I slowly kiss her lips.
I’m enjoying being willingly vulnerable. I can’t stop looking in her eyes. I’ve forgotten how beautiful they are.
Her mouth, her breath, her entire being. It’s all enveloping me. For the first time during our reunion sex-a-thon, I have no desire to break her.
I acknowledge that as she did in the past, she’s matched me blow-for-blow. She’s allowed me to dominate her completely. But she still has me wrapped around her finger in the end. Her spirit is impenetrable.
My strokes between her legs are the polar opposite for the encounter before. I stroke to match her moans. I stroke to the reactions she makes with her face. I stroke as she slowly runs her fingers across my back and face.
For the first time since we parted a year ago, I’m allowing myself to make love to a woman. Truly, honestly, and completely. There’s no need for the swagger that comes when I’m taken to my dominant side.
This feels good. Even if I know the other side typically is my preference. It feels completely connected in this way while I’m inside of her.
She leans in and kisses me again. I can feel it building now, I won’t last much longer. I bury my head into the the side of her face and the pillow beneath her. I quicken my movements.
She leans into my ear and says “are you going to give me something now?” and immediately nibbles on the same ear.
I lose myself inside of her. I’ve cum again. Not as big as the last time, but the post orgasmic haze has me paralyzed on top of her. I lay there for a minute and slowly roll off of her. I scoop her into my arms and slowly drift off to sleep.
It’s now 5:47 a.m.
The last song I recall hearing in the background is “That Power” by Childish Gambino.
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