"Oh fuck, yes," she cried. "You fuck so good. Fuck, make me cum."
I watched the black haired beauty writhe on the bed under me cumming hard. I closed my eyes and let my senses take over. Her thighs pressing into my hips, heels digging into my ass as she pulled me tighter and deeper into her cumming cunt. The quick squeezing of her hole as it convulsed in pleasure. The slippery wetness and velvety walls felt so nice on the swollen head of my cock. I was almost there, ready to fire when she crept back into my mind. Like a lighthouse cutting through the fog her face appeared. Her perfect smile, pert nose wrinkled in pleasure, eyes hooded but barley showing the brown behind them. She was there for an instant.
"Fuck," I cried out. I almost called her name out but the sharp digging of nails into my back brought me back to my bed and reality.
"Ok, ok, slow down, let me recover," she ordered. "I'm so fucking sore now."
I gasped at the reality of where I was and what was going on. I slowed my sawing cock before letting it slip from her folds. I rolled from her and lay next to her.
"Fuck, you are good," she smiled. "How can you fuck for so long," she asked?
I shrugged.
"You want me to suck you off," she asked?
I shrugged again. "Don't matter really."
"Thinking of her," she asked?
I rolled my eyes.
"You should go then, sweep her off her feet," she suggested, annoyed by her. She rolled from the bed and went to the bathroom.
I lay there, still haunted by the vivid image I just had. Dam it felt so real.
"Be stupid of you to let her get away if you feel this way," she said from the bathroom. "I can't make you happy so don't let me hold you back. I'm tired of putting my life on hold while you figure out what you are going to do about us."
"We are not a couple," I said to her.
We weren't. Fuck buddies, friends with benefits, whatever you want to call it. She wanted something more but I wasn't at that point in my life. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful and would do anything but it just wasn't what I wanted. My heart still had Jessica on it.
We had kept in contact. Phone sex, dirty text and pics. The eventual passing of our grandparents gave us a chance to see each other. Yeah it was sad to lay them to rest but we couldn't waste the whole time grieving. A couple of trips over the years always left me wanting more. I could have any woman I wanted now but she was all I yearned for.
Things were fine until about a year ago. Fine meaning, we were still working on being with each other. I was ready to be with her, she was still sorting things out. Fine was just a loose term more or less.
"We can't do this anymore," Jessica said.
"Back to this again," I asked?
"No, I'm serious this time. I met someone. Getting serious with him."
"Oh," I sighed. Broken.
"I like him," she said. "He's not you but a good stand in."
"Sure," I said. Tried to brush it off. "So what are you wearing?"
"Derek," she sighed. Still a playfulness in her voice.
"I wish you were wearing me," I teased. A long silence followed.
"Boy shorts and a night shirt," she sighed playing along.
"What color are they," I asked?
"Your favorite, red," she sassed.
"Is there a little damp spot in between them," I asked?
"Maybe," she said coyly, now getting into it.
"Remember that time on the lake when we went ice fishing," I asked?
"We never caught any fish did we," she teased?
I chuckled. Thinking about it I don't even think we got a line in the water.
"Clams," I teased. "They tasted great."
"Hmmm," she growled. "I'm getting wet. I'm touching my kitty."
"Now you're speaking my language," I cheered.
"Last time," she said firmly.
"Says you," I laughed.
"I'm opening myself up and hmmm," she cooed. "My fingers just slipped in. Mmmm, wish it was your cock."
"I'll be on the next flight out," I joked.
"I wish," she whimpered.
I left the next day. Stayed for a night. Never met mister serious but we had a long talk about him in the morning before I left. Nothing ever settled. Just left hanging, wanting.
Got an invitation in the mail a month ago for her wedding. Didn't reply. Crushed.
"Don't be so fucking dumb," my little vixen yelled at me bringing me back to the present. "Go to her, tell her how you feel. You will never forgive yourself if you don't."
I looked at her. She was dressed and walking out. "Call me when you make up your mind."
The door slammed shut echoing through the now empty upscale condo on the top floor. It didn't matter if it was full of people I would still feel empty without her. I looked at my phone. She and I popped up on the wall paper. Both in the boat and naked after we stole it and fell in love that night. I smiled thinking of how many times I had been with her since and how many phones I had been through since that night and still this photo was my favorite. I sighed and rolled over.
Found myself on a plane the next day. Didn't know how this would go. Had to try.
The door opened and she looked completely shocked. Just wrapped in a towel looking at me.
"What the fuck, look what the weather blew in," she cheered. "Come in."
I walked into the hotel room and sat on the little couch.
"I'm going to get something on besides a towel," she said.
"Should save me the trouble of having to get you naked," I quipped.
"Hmmm," she growled. "Haven't you heard," she asked from just inside the bathroom? "I'm getting married tomorrow."
