I invited him over this afternoon because my ex did not to show up as planned to visit the kids. A few phone calls and I had a sitter round up and the afternoon to myself. He hadn’t called in a few weeks, but I knew he would still show. I left the back door partially open which was his invitation to come inside. I was sitting on the couch, watching tv. He sat down next to me. Kissed me on the cheek.

I didn’t ask why he hadn’t called, or if he was still seeing that girl. It didn’t really matter. We watched TV silence. He leaned back on the couch and put his arm around me and I sunk into him- relaxing and enjoying the silence and the company. When the show was over he grabbed the remote and clicked off the tv.

He curled his face into my neck and kissed me. I extended, giving him access to me. He kissed up my neck to and pressed his lips against mine. Gently at first. Tasting my lips and holding my face as he pushed me back on the the couch. I let him lay down on me, kissing me and pulling my top over my head. My hands wrapped around him, dipped under his shirt and pulled him close to me. Pulling his shirt off, our skin touched and the warmth of his skin enveloped mine. We kissed for a long time. My gently moaning softly into his mouth, responded with deep growls back to me.

His fingers combed thru my hair as he stopped to look down at me. His eyes were, warm. Adoring. Unfamiliar. I laid beneath him and let him him drink me in, unsure of what he was thinking. He looked as if he wanted to say something. Something sweet, or loving even. But he didn’t. He just rolled off the couch, taking me with him.

I laughed as we hit the floor, but then proceeded to kiss him, as I was now on top of him. I moved down his chest, tugging at his nipple piercing with my teeth like a playful puppy before taking it in my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. He groaned and pushed his cock up against me. I put my legs on the ground next to him and stood up, straddling his stomach. I carefully climbed out of my shorts and stood above him, giving him a good view of my shaved pussy. I felt sexy and in control and he wasn’t stopping me. My looked down at him while my hands ran between my slit while he looked up and watched me. He reached down and shook out of his pants, never taking my eyes off of my fingers, dipping slowly into my pussy. He was stroking his cock slowly. I gently bent my knees, dipping my hips forward and back- creating a dirty little dance for him, while his cock grew harder in his hands. I stepped forward and bent my knees dipping my hips all the way down so my cunt was right at his face. He moaned and kissed me, his tongue darting out for a taste of my slick juices before I raised up against and moved backwards.

I bent my knees again and lowered down on his cock which he guided right into me. I straddled and squatted on him, slowly bouncing on his cock, teasing him. Letting my wet cut drip down his shaft. The yoga and pilates were surely improving my strength because I was able to move up and down, using just my legs. He closed his eyes and groaned, his thick cock already pulsing inside me. I sunk all the way down on him, and dropped my knees to the floor taking him all in.

“Look at me” I whispered to him, “Watch me fuck you.”

He looked at me and hissed through his teeth. He was hungry for my fuck, I could see it in his eyes. My hands went to my tits and I pinched my nipples tightly while I rocked back and forth on his cock. He held on to my hips and thrust towards me. I savored each thrust, each rock forward pushing my clit against his body, grinding into his soft trimmed pubic hair. I leaned in to him, pushing and fucking. My hair hanging into his face and my tits gently swaying back and forth.

My orgasm climbed slowly as I fucked him. The swelling of my cunt. I envisioned my gspot, throbbing and pulsing the way his cock does. The insides of my pussy swelling and tightening around his shaft. My brain focused on the sensation. My mind created dirty pictures of his cock being squeezed tight by my cunt, and my g spot swelling over his head. The images were my sensation. I leaned in and my sex devoured us both. I held my body still, just pushing against him. My orgasm, it consumed me. Burned me. My breath held while the flames crawled up thru my lungs and a weakened, helpless cry escaped my lips. I balance on the edge. A slight, so slight shift in my hips and I melted. My sex became liquid, I moved into him. He called out my name, surrendering his own orgasm to mine.

I rocked on him, slower and slower- my body shuddering in after shocks. He pulled me down to him and rolled over on top of me, crushing me with his body, kissing me again. Passionate.

He looked down at me again, ready to speak. I rested my finger over his lips and softly quieted his intention to speak.

Don’t ruin this.