(I just recently got back with my ex-boyfriend and he asked me to post this because he’s kinky like that. By recently, I mean two and a half hours ago.)
Perhaps I was too stubborn to admit that there was a smidgen of forgiveness still left in me. Maybe it was hard to admit that I was still madly in love with him after all these months and that I would blindly surrender myself to the idea that one small text, [Hey, honey butt – I’m in the area. Can we please talk] would lead to us fucking in the back of his Jeep –
“Do you want this,” he asked while holding the door for me. I nodded but didn’t say a word as I climbed inside the car and immediately took off my panties – making sure that he knew I would deny him of his favorite task. I felt playful.
As he got in the car, I found his hand on my nape, drawing in for a kiss – hard, hungry – pushing his tongue past my lips, making me suck on it. He tasted wonderful – like coffee and mint and vanilla. I found myself light headed from his touch… his hand finding its way up my thigh – parting it before pushing his fingers in between my legs. He knew I hated this kind of introduction but I was wet and yearning for him to even bother.