“Sorry about this, I just feel disgusting after that flight,” she said, throwing her bag on the bed. “Seriously, that guy spilled almost all of his drink on me.”
He smiled. It had been years since they’d seen each other, but she was still the same in so many ways. Hair falling in her face. That odd, not-quite simpering quality to her speech.
She gave a quick smile as she grabbed some things out of her bag “I know I said this at the airport, but you really do look good.” He returned the smile “so do you.”
He meant that, too. For everything about her that had stayed the same, something had changed. She was thinner and had a tattoo on her shoulder. Her clothes looked well made and fit her to the point that he had a hard time not staring. She was also so much more confident, now. He glanced around at the red velvet curtains and plush bed in the room she had rented for herself at The St. Regis. He supposed the type of money she was making at her job would help anyone’s confidence.
“Oh, thanks.” She added awkwardly “And thanks again for letting me shower really quickly and change. I’ll be really fast.” He just waved away her apologies and she smiled again before she closed the door of the bathroom. A moment later he could hear the shower water.
He laid down on the bed and pulled out his phone. It opened to the messages they had exchanged. He frowned. The texts were easy and funny. Seeing her in person was… hard. It felt like every word was weighted and cumbersome. They had both had a few major relationships since dating each other. They were just friends now – she may even be one of his best friends. They *got* each other. So why did it feel like this, then? He had been kind of excited to meet with her at first because seeing an old friend is always exciting. Now, laying on a hotel bed while waiting for his ex to get out of the shower, he was struck by how odd the situation was.
He also couldn’t help but think about those times in undergrad when he’d been in bed after she got out of the shower. Her big tits dripping and slightly flushed. How he used to promise to help her dry off. He’d take the towel and put it on the bed so that her hair wouldn’t make the pillows too wet. She’d roll her eyes, but then press her whole body against him when she kissed him and guide his thumbs up to her nipples. She had this moan that drove him wild. It was almost musical to him. Months after they broke up, he’d close his eyes and imagine it. He used to do everything he could think of just to hear it over and over again when they were together. He’d rim each of her nipples with his tongue while he caressed her clit until she was soaking. He’d eat her out until she came. Tease her with his cock and nibble her earlobe until she was begging for it. By the time he entered her, her legs would always already be trembling. Being inside her was an experience he could only describe as other-worldly. He couldn’t remember what girls he had slept with last week felt like, but he remembered her. She fit around him like a velvety glove and she was always SO wet for him. She’d come so easy for him and the combination of her moans and the feeling of her tight pussy throbbing on his hard dick always made it hard not to immediately cum, too. The first time they slept together, he had cum in about two minutes; it was embarrassing, but he had never felt that good before. He had been generous with his mouth and fingers after to make up for it. She was kind and gave him another chance, after that it seemed like the only time they left bed for that fall and spring was to go to class or eat.
He adjusted himself on the bed to alleviate the strain the memory had caused on the crotch of his pants. He distracted himself until it was all clear and he could pace around the room a bit without obvious chub. He really shouldn’t have let that thought invade. It would make the rest of the visit that much harder and more awkward.
The shower shut off and a few minutes later she came out wearing jeans and a fresh blouse with flowers all over it and he could see the faintest outline of a bra beneath the soft material. Seeing her in jeans instead of the heels and dress she had had on made some knot inside his chest loosen a bit. She looked more like herself now.
“So” she walked over to look out the window. The glow from the street lights made her skin look even paler.
“So” he sat down on the bed again. “I, uh, never asked you what you wanted to do while you were here.” a part of him was begging for her to answer that she wanted to do him while she was here. He could just picture pinning her up against the wall and ripping her shirt open to reveal whatever delicate lingerie she was surely wearing under it… Instead, she rubbed her neck and said “I was going to leave that up to you. I’m not the native here”
“Well, it’s kind of late. For right now would you want to just chill out here? We can do the touristy stuff tomorrow”
He was not surprised to see a look of relief flood over her face. She had never been a social person. She came over to the bed and flopped down next to him “Oh my god, yes! Can we just grab some takeout or something and a bottle of wine and just watch movies or a show?” She hesitated “We could stop by your place so you can get pajamas if you want. I know it’s probably weird to ask, but I paid way too much for this room, so if you want to chill out here with me I’d be happy to share.”
He was saying “yes” before she had finished her sentence. He couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to date her again. That ship had sailed long ago and, just logistically speaking, it wasn’t a real possibility. However, he wouldn’t dare pass on the possibility of sleeping with her again. He knew it was probably a bad idea, but he could still see the perfect petals of her labia unfolding over his cock in his mind. If he had a chance at that again, he wanted to take it. He wondered if she was thinking the same thing — he assumed she was, why else would you ask someone to spend the night? — but she was looking at her phone. “Let me grab my shoes and we can get an Uber or something.”
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She threw the multiple wine bottles away on her way to the bathroom. When she came out, she said “we’re going to bed” and just shut off the light. No discussion. She just crawled into bed next to him fully clothed. She wasn’t drunk-drunk, but she was definitely tipsy enough where he thought he should remind her that she had jeans on.
“You know that you’re wearing clothes, right?”
“I’m gonna be real, the idea of finding and putting on my pajamas felt monumental and if you don’t care, I don’t care about sleeping in underwear. You’ve seen it. I’ve seen it. You’ve seen it. It’s fine.” he felt the bed move a bit followed by the soft noise of clothes hitting the floor.
“I definitely have a problem with it.”
“*Seriously?*” she sounded like someone who was just told that the last boat had left without her. “Of course not. I’m joking.” he said, smirking at her ‘hmph’ that answered. “But I’m sleeping in mine, too. If that’s O.K. I’m warm.”
A muffled “whatever” came from the lump of covers to his left. He shucked off his shirt and pants quickly and settled down next to her. He stared at her hair in the moonlight, the only thing he could see, wondering if she was asleep and aching to reach out and hold her. At this point, the wine had made him just crave any sort of connection and she was so, so far away from him. How did she not feel this? He tried to think of inconspicuous ways to tempt her closer, but even to his drunk mind, all of them sounded weak.
After what felt like hours, she rolled over, eyes glittering in the dark “do you want to cuddle?” she whispered. Without saying anything, he opened up his arms so that she could slide next to him. He resisted the urge to sigh as she molded her body against his. He had forgotten how her body fit so perfectly against his own. The curve of her hips was deeper than he had remembered, but her skin was still soft. If he looked down he could see her breasts pushed up against his chest. It was making him hard again.
“I missed you” she whispered.
“I missed you, too” he answered, giving in and kissing the top of her head. Her hair smelled like flowers.
“oh,” she whispered. He realized he had shifted to hold her more and her stomach was now pressed against his erection. “Shit, I’m sorry. You’re just close an-” he stopped short. Her body had pressed more firmly against his own. He felt fingers tracing down his jaw and neck down his chest before stopping just above his boxers. She was looking at him in the dark. “I missed you,” she repeated. His heart was pounding. He lifted the band for her and moaned “I missed you, too” right as her hand wrapped around his shaft. He kissed her long and slow on the mouth, luxuriating in her softness. Her lips, her skin, her hands… they all felt like silk. He gasped as she worked his head. She had either become better at this or he had forgotten just how good she felt. He slipped a breast out of her lace bra and worked the nipple until small sighs started coming out of her.
He pushed her down lightly and helped her slip the panties she was wearing off. She leaned up and kissed him one more time before he made his way down her neck and rubbed her clit lightly. He paused to say “god, you’re already soaked” she looked bashful “I was hoping you’d make a move most of the night” he let out a groan and then continued down her body with his mouth. He slipped between her legs and admired her wet pussy for a moment before he slipped a finger in. Her breath caught. He slipped in another and kissed everywhere but her clit while he let his fingers massage her from the inside. He finally started to lick and kiss her clit and she let out a moan that sent shivers down his spine. How he had missed hearing that noise! He glanced up and saw her rubbing her breasts and it made him work at the small ridge even more. He felt her hips tightening around his fingers and her breath kept catching in small gasps. “Don’t stop” she moaned. And he didn’t. He didn’t stop his work until he saw her fingers clawing at the blankets and felt her heartbeat pounding on the fingers that he slipped in and out of her. She was gliding on waves of her orgasm and it left her in a state of dishevelment that he had always found extremely attractive.
He kissed his way back up her stomach and slipped his tongue into her mouth when he kissed her. He liked that she would be tasting herself on him. He liked how his ministrations had left her weakened and it made it easy to pin her hands above her head. “are you ready?” he whispered in her ear. She whimpered a bit “you’re going to make me come again, aren’t you?” he kissed her cheek “that’s the plan”
He dipped his pelvis down and entered her deeply. He didn’t tease her this time, he wanted her too bad to wait. She let out a low, delicious moan for him and he squeezed her hands to help with the intense feeling of being inside her. He let her wrists go and kneeled up a bit so that he was looking down at her. He slid in and out of her, torturously slow at first. Her tits wiggled with his motions. She was still so wet. He looked down to watch himself enter her pussy. It was delicious to watch. He made eye contact with her as he licked his thumb and began to rub her clit at the same time.
“Jesus” she gasped. She had kept her hands above her head where he had left them. He loved that.
He grabbed her one hip more firmly and began to pound faster. In and out. In and out. She was moaning again and he felt like he was going to cum if he got too distracted. He wanted, needed, her to come again for him. He kept rubbing her clit and she began to arch her back. He let himself glance down. Her pussy still looked like a flower opening up to him. He wouldn’t last much longer.
“Baby, I need you to come so that I can dump this giant load inside of you. I want to feel your orgasm on my cock. I want to feel your thigh twitching as I bury myself deep and make you a cream pie.” he heard that his voice was strained and, honestly, it made it harder to control himself, but it always helped her come when he talked dirty. It seemed like it was helping. Her back was arched like a rainbow and her breathing was erratic.
He spanked her. “Do you want that? Do you want my hot load inside of you?” a strangled noise came out of her. He rubbed her clit more. She was so wet. He spanked her with his other hand again “What was that? I want to hear you say it.”
“I want your hot load inside of me” she whimpered. She was SO close. He could feel it.
“Louder,” he growled
“I want your hot load inside of me!” she said it in a kind of strangled moan. Her nails had dug into his thighs and the moment he felt her orgasm hit, he moved his hand from her clit to her other hip to get better leverage for his thrusting. One. Two. Three. Four. *Five.*
He slumped over her body, kissing her skin as he did. He was exhausted, but it felt amazing. He already missed the feeling of her as he pulled out and rolled over to the side. They were both sweaty and breathing hard. She placed her hand over his, the only contact they could bear at this point due to the heat. She squeezed it, but then went up and went to the bathroom.
After a moment, he joined her and they both brushed their teeth. They completed their nightly routines and then slipped back into bed. He held her close and each of them fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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