Post breakup sexual release [MF]

“Do you want to have no-strings attached, break up sex on the loveseat”?? 

What a question; of course I did, badly.  The loveseat was new, fancy, reclining, and definitely needed breaking in.  And sitting next to him, talking about work issues and petting the soft stubble on his head, an almost reflexive calming technique for us both, it felt like the closest we’d been since he’d decided to end things a week earlier.

“I would be into that”, I nodded, softly, desperate to feel him run his fingers up my torso, over my breasts, pull me closer to him, get out of some of the pent-up energy I’d been feeling being so physically close, but emotionally separated the past couple days.

“Excellent”, was the response, as he turned us deftly so I was facing away from him, and slid my sweater over my head, exposing me to the colder air of the house, goosebumps making me even more sensitive to his touch. He started gently tickling up and down my back, slowly, teasing, then reached around and grasped my small, perky breast while sliding his other hand down to my ass, squeezing both firmly.

“Take your pants off and come back here” he growled into my ear and I was more than happy to oblige; already dripping wet and anticipating his touch. I stood up from the couch, ass toward him, and bent forward, dropping pants and thong on the ground and showing off my small but well-defined butt, then sat back down, tucking my legs under me for easier access.

He wasted no time, sliding his hand underneath me, palming my ass as he explored; I shuddered slightly as his finger hit my clit, a small moan escaping my lips. Taking that as encouragement, he started stroking more aggressively, pushing me forward so my upper body was bent over the arm rest, ass in his face. “Mmm, I love this view”, he breathed, then plunged his fingers deep into my pussy without warning.  God, I loved that feeling, being so abruptly stretched and claimed; him demanding a response from my body that it was only too happy to give.

“Glad you like it, I love showing off for you” I purred back, rocking back and forth onto his fingers, getting more aroused by the second.  In response, he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down even harder against the armrest, increasing his pace on my clit and pussy.  Standing up, he pulled off his jeans and boxers and wasted no time replacing his fingers with his wide cock. Grabbing my hair, he thrust into me roughly and my body went wild at the feeling of being filled by him, by him telling me exactly where he wanted me. He reached under us and resumed playing with my clit, my body arching up towards him by the hold on my hair, exposing my front to the plate glass front window of the house.  I hoped that anyone walking by was enjoying the show, which turned me on even more – we hadn’t taken advantage of these windows nearly enough.

Looking for more purchase, I reached for the already reclined couch back, twisting my body slightly for more support against the strength of his thrusts.  “Good idea”, he breathed, and I suddenly found myself pressed roughly against the upholstery, face against the pillow, as he increased the pressure against my neck and shoulders, and his relentless pace into my pussy. The couch tipped backwards dangerously at his ferocity and for a second, we paused, ready to catch ourselves against the spill.  Stepping backward slightly, he righted things, barely stopping before he was back inside me, back stroking me, bringing me close to orgasm, then backing off; keeping both me and the loveseat from tipping over the edge.  

“Mmmm, you tease”, I murmured, pressing back into him, trying to spur him faster, to add more pressure to my already swollen clit.  “Absolutely” he responded, but quickened his pace, and his pressure down on my body.  I loved everything about this feeling, having him pressed so tightly against me, sandwiched between his body and the cushion, almost unable to move, totally at his mercy to give me the orgasm I could feel building, the wave coming closer and closer, then ebbing back just out of reach.

His hand reached for my head again, pulling slightly back on my hair and arching my back, and the surprise of the move sent me over the edge; coming hard against his dick, quivering and pulsing against him inside me, feeling him tense and begin to move even more quickly inside me in response, pumping harder and deeper in an almost animalistic frenzy. I pressed back even harder against him with my ass, encouraging him to completely lose control and with a final, deep penetrating thrust, he spilled his load inside of me, letting out an almost guttural yell. I loved that sound, I loved hearing him so completely sated; knowing I had spent him entirely.  But he surprised me, thrusting again, hard, shuddering against my body, and again, finally draining himself, and then collapsing down on me like a blanket. I imagined the facial expression that I knew came along with it, facial muscles tensing, then almost immediately relaxing into a perfect peaceful calm.

We stayed like that for a minute, just enjoying the moment of absolute closeness, maybe the last one we would ever have. And then he pushed back….”well, I should probably get back to packing”.  And then he was gone.

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