Rebound sex [FM]

I’m in that wallowing stage of a breakup. I can’t really bring myself to be excited about anyone new.

An old fwb is conveniently single now too. We go out for drinks on a rooftop bar. I can tell he’s trying hard not to look at my cleavage.

I give him a coy look and say, “It’s okay. You can look.”

He laughs and says, “I was trying really hard not to.”

“I could tell,” I laugh. We slip into a familiar place.

The last time we talked, he told me pretty arubtly that he had gone on a couple dates with someone and needed to stop sleeping with me to see where that went. The night comes to a point where I think he wants to clear the air about it.

“This might sound weird, but I don’t think having sex with you is good for me.”

I gave him a confused look.

“I just knew that having really good sex with you would get in the way of me really connecting with someone else.”

Part of me is a little flattered. “I respect that. And now?”

He laughs, “Umm wellll I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I was like not sleeping with V hasn’t really gotten me anywhere, dating wise.”

It’s hot to hear him talk about me in third person. Like this other sexpot version of me is out there somewhere.

I’m not going to lie, this is the exact kind of thing you want to hear after a breakup. That someone else wants you, that they couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Later, we’re sitting together on his couch with a drink. We’re feeling each other out again. I’m leaning back with my legs across his lap and I feel him get hard. He pulls me ontop his lap and brings my face down to his. We’re kissing again and it’s good. Urgent, overwhelming.

He touches my chest lightly at first. I ask him if he missed my tits. He says of course and tells me that they’re so fucking nice. My shirt comes off and his hands are all over them, he’s pressing his face into them and putting them in his mouth.

“God, that makes me want to come,” I say.

“I’d love to watch that,” he responds.

His interest and appreciation feel really good. He reaches up and grabs my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling to arch my head back. It’s soft though, like a question. I say harder please as my answer. He pulls more, his other hand coming up around my neck now too. We both know what kind of night it’s going to be.

In one movement, he puts his hands under my ass and stands up. It’s like nothing to him, I don’t weigh anything. He walks me to his room, throws me onto the bed and starts taking his clothes off.

I like watching him get ready to fuck me. The anticipation, the cockiness, the promise of it all. He’s naked and then comes to take the rest of my clothes off. He takes his time with my underwear.

His cock is big. I say go slow at first and he smirks.

“Don’t worry, you can take the whole thing.” He puts the head of his cock inside me and leans over to say the rest, “I know you can.”

I’ve missed the way he fucks me. So hard that I can’t think. We start slow, but I can’t wait to be facedown on the mattress. He’s easing himself inside me, we’re both reacquainting ourselves. He leans down and tells me he missed this pussy, that he thought about it all the time.

He turns my body over, one of my knees is bent and my body is positioned to one side, toward him. His hands grab my hips, he starts fucking me harder.

I look back at him, and the sight of him fucking me turns me on even more. He’s so fucking hot and his hands are grabbing me so hard. I like seeing his hands dig into my skin, the way they’re wrapped around my hip bone.

“Give it to me. Fucking give it to me, please, please,” I beg and he throws himself into me, pressing so deep that his whole body lays ontop of mine, smothering me against the bed.

He pushes my body with his hands, his cock, his entire body. His hands on the back of my head, pushing my face into the mattress. I just fucking scream and scream. I’m so hurt and mad and it all just comes out of me. This release is so sweet I want to cry.

His hand wraps around the front of my neck and he pushes my head down with his other arm. The top of his body pins me down while he thrusts his cock inside me over and over.

“Did you miss this cock?”

“Yes,” I cry out. “It’s so good,” I cry into the bed. “It feels so fucking good.”

I start grinding against him, my ass pushing into him while taking his cock as deep as it will go.

“Fuck, that’s going to make me come.” He says quietly, trying not to come.

“It’s okay, I want it.”

“Fuuuuck, you have to stop. I want to keep fucking you,” he says.

He starts to pull away, but I hold his arms and keep him close to me. I keep pushing against him, my pussy tight with his cock so hard and full inside it.

“I want it, please,” I keep saying over and over until he can’t fight it anymore and comes hard inside me. His satisfaction fills the space around us, everything suspended in the moments afterward.

He pulls out and rolls over. Both us panting, sweaty, and spent. We lay next to each other, both our faces turned toward the ceiling.

“Fuck, why is sex with you so good?” He asks after awhile. He’s asking himself, not me. I don’t have an answer. I feel a pang of something. Vindication, maybe. Assurance. Then, emptiness.

He reaches over and starts touching me. I’m a little shy, it’s the first time we’re seeing each other, but I want him to talk to me. I ask him to call me a slut.

He starts saying all the things I like while I touch myself. I’m so close, my body is shaking with pleasure, but I can’t come. So I tune it all out, and think of my ex. I come hard and fast.

Love is so fucked up.

He’s been watching me the entire time. I look over and he’s hard again, but we’re both too exhausted.

I’ve gone from one side to the other. I’ve gotten what I wanted, it’s just not with the man I wanted it with.

He’s running his hands over my body slowly, telling me how nice it is. He tells me he hasn’t had sex like that since December. Since we last saw each other. He says no one makes him feel this way.

I wonder if we’re all just taking our turn, making men feel like gods.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uqvp3q/rebound_sex_fm