Still [MF][Straight][Old Flames]

She stood across the room from him, and his heart began racing – he initially hadn’t noticed her standing there but saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. The room was lit with a red hue, originating from the atmosphere bar lights he’d strung up in the corners of his bedroom.

As he looked at her, he felt a strange sense of longing that he hadn’t felt for her in years. He was confused, a bit sad, as she reminded him of his younger days when life was so much more simple. He briefly wondered why she was here, but the curiosity quickly faded when she took a slow, graceful step towards him. He put his laptop on the nightstand and started to get up.

Without a sound, she was suddenly standing right in front of him, close enough that he could smell the vanilla perfume she was drenched in. He looked up at her from where he sat, taking in the sight of her – they hadn’t spoken in months, and it’d been even longer since they’d seen each other in person. Her hair fell over her shoulders, partially hiding her face from him.

”Why are you here?” he asked quietly, suspicions of the answer already forming in his mind and more troubling, his body. It’d been years since they were this close.

Wordlessly, she gently placed both hands on his shoulders and lowered her body onto his lap, straddling him and pressing her stomach to his. He knew that there was something wrong about this, how uncharacteristic it would have been for her to be so bold. Worries quickly melted away when he felt her softly run her fingers from his right shoulder and up the curve of his neck. He shivered at the touch. She pulled his hands to her hips, and at the same time pressed her lips to his.

For a moment, he was frozen in surprise from the sudden contact. He briefly recalled their first kiss all those years ago; how he was so nervous to kiss her that he walked away quickly after doing so and looked back to see her, looking like a deer in the headlights with her hand held up to her lips. His heart fluttered at the memory. It’d been the beginning of the end for them.

He was ripped back to the present by the sensation of his hands on her skin, the warmth of her body pressed to him, and the way her mouth tasted. He had so many questions, but the racing of his blood erased them from his mind. An embarrassingly helpless moan came from his throat as she ground her hips into him. With one of her hands, she ran it over his chest and the other gripped his wrist, still glued to her hip. She used him as leverage to grind herself into him over and over.

With that, he became increasingly aware of the fact that he was rock hard against her. That’s what made it real for him. He felt the heat in his chest and the fluttering in his stomach. He gave himself permission to touch her, feeling every curve and dip of her body. He ran his hands lower and gripped her thighs below her skirt, moving back and forth from them to her ass. He raised them back to her hips, this time with no fabric between the two and shuddered with the realization that she was pantiless.

In that moment, he honestly felt like his heart was at risk of exploding. This new knowledge, combined with the unrelenting feeling of her grinding on him, caused him to panic. He knew if this continued he’d lose control and the night would be over much sooner than he wanted it to.

He gripped her hips tightly and forced her to be still. She smiled into his kiss, feeling quite proud of herself, knowing exactly why. He removed his hands from below her skirt and moved them up, sliding them beneath her shirt. He was surprised by the heat of the skin on her stomach. His hands rose up her back and expertly undid the clasp of her bralette.

She cupped his face in her hands and swiped her tongue across his lips within the kiss. His hands gripped her ribs on either side and with his thumbs grazed the side of her breasts, relishing in the goosebumps he felt rise on her skin. As he moved up and ran his thumb across her nipple, she moaned softly into his mouth. If they weren’t sitting, he was sure he’d have fallen – the noise made him feel weak.

It invoked an even stronger need in him and in one fell swoop she was on her back with him pressed between her legs. He trailed kisses from her mouth down to her neck and elicited another moan from her. With one hand still cupping her breast, she felt his grip tighten slightly and the need she was feeling kindled further. He ground his hips into her again and electricity rippled through her as she felt how hard he was against her. He’d been in bed when she arrived, so his pajamas did nothing to restrain him.

Though this had only been going on for a brief time, the desperation was becoming unbearable for him. He pulled back and lifted her up, wrestling her shirt and bralette over her head. He had already been shirtless, but he shivered when the tips of her fingers slid into his waistband and gently tugged.

He leaned back into her and lowered her back onto the bed, suddenly remembering how bare she was below her skirt. He stopped, stunned and breathless when he felt her hand slide into the front of his pants. She felt him twitch in her hand and again felt endlessly proud of herself. She knew she had him in the palm of her hands, figuratively and literally. He ran one hand through her hair and gripped her thigh in the other. He felt her heartbeat racing in her neck as he kissed her soft skin.

She tugged his pants low enough to release him, and he let out an incredibly desperate moan into her neck as she gripped him and began working his cock in a way that made him think he’d kill for her if she asked. Again, he felt panic rise in his stomach and quickly shot his hand down to stop her. She felt his shaky breath against her and could feel her clit throbbing.

He knew that he’d have an even harder time stopping himself from cumming the moment he entered her, so he turned the tables on her as a way to buy himself some time. The moment his fingers touched her, his heart fluttered at the feeling of the impossibly soft skin between her legs followed by how wet and warm she was for him. He took his time feeling every fold and curve of her before finally sliding his fingers inside her. She let out a deep moan at this, which prompted him to slowly slide them into her further, eliciting more torturous sighs and moans from her.

A sound he hadn’t heard before, but quickly became his favorite. He pulled away from her and moans of pleasure turned into a huff of disappointment. He sat back and took her in with his eyes, absolutely in awe of what laid before him. Once again, he felt that aching sense of longing, this time with a tinge of regret. Was this what he’d been missing out on all those years? Is this what he gave up?

He moved back and lowered his face between her legs, insistently forcing her thighs apart. For a moment, he reveled in the sight before him before taking her in his mouth. He snaked his hands around her thighs and gripped her hips, giving himself the control to keep her in place. He licked and sucked at the sensitive skin and shoved his tongue inside of her. She squirmed and arched into him, causing him to smile into her.

After he felt like he’d tortured her long enough, as well as giving himself the reprieve he’d needed to regain control, he focused his attention on her clit, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure and moan deeply. As he worked her with his tongue, he could feel her bucking her hips and arching her back. He tightened the grip he had on her to keep her in place.

She ran her fingers through his hair and gripped tightly, crying out frantically for him, begging him not to stop. She sounded so deliciously desperate, so he sped up his pace and pressed his tongue into her more firmly. Her hips bucked into him so violently that they rose nearly a foot off the bed. He gripped her tighter and supported her position so he could see her body better. The sounds coming from her were euphonious. He focused harder on riding her all the way through it, trying his hardest not to smile at the reactions he’d elicited and ruin it for her.

After some time, her body went slack and he lowered her down onto the bed. She lied there, breathless for a moment before leaning forward and pulling him close to her. She forced her lips onto his, taking in the taste of herself on his tongue.

Feeling more desperate for her than he could stand, he pressed just the tip of his cock into her, pausing for a moment to take in the feeling of her. He pulled away from the kiss and buried his face in her neck. He felt her soft hair against his face and could smell the floral shampoo she’d used. She wrapped her legs around him, causing him to slide further into her. He let out an agonizingly pathetic cry into her neck. The inside of her was so unbelievably warm and was wrapped so tightly around him. He could feel her still convulsing from when she came.

He found the strength in his knees to pull himself back and bury himself in her again. He wove his fingers into her hair and pulled slightly. She pulled her thighs up and back allowing him to reach deeper inside of her and moaned heavily as she felt him fill her completely. He with one hand fervently felt as much of her body he could as they moved together. He looked at her confused as she pushed him back and tried to roll him onto his back.

He laughed “Absolutely not, I want this to last.”

With a devious smile on her face, she pushed him back herself and he cried out at the loss of contact. He pulled himself up so he was sitting. She straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock just enough that he could feel the entrance of her. He began to grow frustrated but the feeling was lost when she slammed her body down, sheathing him completely. His eyes rolled back into his head as it fell back.

As she ground on him back and forth, she laced her fingers through his hair again, this time, looking in his eyes with a loving smile. Once again, he felt a strong sense of regret and at that moment he promised himself that this would not be a one-time thing.

He felt the warmth building and knew he was going to lose it very, very soon. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as tight to him as he could. In this grip, she couldn’t move much, so he flipped her back over, this time staying buried in her. With both hands wrapped up in her hair behind her neck and his forehead pressed to hers, he thrust his hips into hers at a desperate pace. He moaned and his body convulsed as he emptied himself into her, closing his eyes and taking her in a deep kiss.

They stayed like that for a moment while his world stopped spinning. He opened his eyes to look at her and was shocked to see the bedroom wall. He was laying on his side, under his blankets. A sick feeling swelled in the pit of his stomach as he realized the intense pleasure he had felt was him spilling himself into the pillow he’d shoved between his legs at some point. He sat up, looking around confusedly. His eyes welled up with tears when he realized it wasn’t real. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around to see his wife.

“Are you okay? It sounded like you were crying in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare?”

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