Former FWBs on the floor [FM]

It was quiet and late, the rest of the building slept. We lay together on the rug in the middle of the living room floor, neither of us wishing to take the couch because that would have involved separating. We knew. We knew being this close in a dark room with so few clothes on was a bad idea but neither of us cared. Ready for bed I all I had on was a large t-shirt and the black bra and lace pants I had been wearing all evening.

We lay on our sides, facing one another. I had asked for a cuddle and I was getting one, my arm snaked round his body and my hand was pressed firmly on his upper back, pulling him close, his arm echoed mine.

It started with talking. About the past. About how much fun we had once had. About the sex we used to have. We spoke about the deep sexual pull we had on one another and even addressing it made me excited. As we spoke I felt this hand slowly but firmly stroke down my back until it rested precariously on my hip, right on the border of my skin and my underwear. His hands were electric, even at this my breathing became heavier. Our faces we’re now centimetres apart and the urge to kiss was too great, I wanted him to make the move but I knew he’d wait for me. Our lips touched, light and soft as a feather for a tiny second but that second was enough. We kissed again, firmer and with even more sexual energy. I felt his tongue push into my mouth and let out a soft moan. All the memories of what that tongue could do flashed back and before I could help myself I had lifted my leg to wrap around his and ground my pussy against him. Fuck I wanted this. His hands ran over my body, cupping my breasts, grabbing at my skin. I asked him softly what he wanted.

“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes” I whispered against his neck.
“I would like to pin you to the ground and fuck you so hard you cum harder than you ever have before”

I moaned again, grinding up against him but he pushed my leg off of his and pushed my hip down so I was flat on my back. His hand ran over the top of my underwear and then down, cupping my pussy. He commented on the fact that I had soaked through them with wetness and I lifted my hips up to meet his hand. His hand moved up a touch before he started to rub my clit through the lace that covered it, he rubbed in firm, fast circles and already I could feel myself building. I began to arch my back and moaned “I’m going to cum”. At this he stopped, clearly wishing to torture me further. His hand slipped down my pants and probed my pussy, I felt the pressure of his finger against my entrance and waited. He paused as he took his fingers away and licked them, proferring them for me to lick too. And suddenly his fingers were inside me, curling expertly to hit my g-spot, moving fast and hard and again I felt myself building quickly. I gently fucked his hand as his fingers fucked me and whispered “I’m going to cum”. Again he stopped and I swore at him.
No sooner had I uttered the word he was back at my clit, this time not through my underwear, with the same 2 fingers he’d fucked me with, my own juices spreading all around my pussy. He rubbed perfect circles around my clit and I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. I told him again I was going to cum and this time he curled his other hand round the back of my head and looked intensely at me.

“Cum for me”

I was sent flying over the edge, fighting the urge to scream as I came in an intense and shaking wave.

He wasn’t finished, immediately his fingers pushed roughly into my, now sodden wet, pussy and he fucked me hard with his hand. My back arched, my pussy tensed and before I could tell him I was going to cum he whispered:

“Let’s see if you can manage to cum quietly this time?”

Naturally this made it far worse. I bit my lip and stifled my moan to a small whine as my pussy clamped on his fingers and I came hard. He threatened to cover my mouth if I wasn’t quiet and this made me want to scream even more. He didn’t stop this time but fucked me with his hand through one orgasm and immediately into another, my back arching as my juices ran from my pussy and onto the floor.

As he continued to finger fuck me i grabbed at his cock through his jogging bottoms. It was the hardest cock I’ve ever felt and slipping my hand under his waistband I felt the precum already wetting the tip of his long, hard cock. Just as I started to move my hand up and down his shaft his finger fucking went into overdrive and I came again, grinding against his hand.

It was now clear it was his turn to be played with so I sat up and positioned myself between his legs as he lay back. Holding the base of his cock in my hand I licked the length of it from base to tip several times, hovering with my mouth above his tip just long enough to make him panic I wasn’t going to do it.

I took him in my mouth, reminded again how unbelievably hard he was and how good he tasted. I worked my hand and lips up and down his shaft, too worse for wear with drink to manage it with just my mouth, slow at first but quickly building in speed and intensity. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste it and swallow it. I went harder and faster until I could feel his body tensing. I thought about messing with him the way he did with me but I wanted his cum so badly I didn’t care. He groaned softly that he was going to cum and I kept going, feeling the rush of hot cum fill my mouth and moving my head still, working out every last drop. I held him in my mouth as I swallowed and he groaned again. He collapsed back in a satisfied heap and I joined him with my head on his shoulder.

We could have fucked but it would have felt like crossing a line. Instead I spent the next 2 days thinking of nothing but how his voice sounded when I asked him what he wanted and getting wet each time I thought of it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ur0bw/former_fwbs_on_the_floor_fm