When he came over, he smiled, as if it were the first time he was seeing me.
Everything felt new.
He stumbled, taking off his clothes, I felt nervous for him to see my body.
But the way he touched me was as if his hands had touched me a million times before.
He kissed my lips softly, really feeling them, as if it were the first time.
But it wasn’t.
His hands explored my shoulders, back, ass and sides as though my skin was a braille story telling him everything he needed to know.
He then sucked on my breasts, kissed down my stomach, ate my pussy and fingered my ass.
I kissed his neck, down his chest, sucked his dick and his balls.
It was all so familiar, and yet, we'd done this dance many times before.
While my lips closed around his cock, he fucked me in the ass with my butt plug until he could no longer resist.
He turned me around and pushed his dick into me while he continued to play with the butt plug.
It was Heaven.
His moves were strong and sure, but full. He made sure I came twice before he let himself feel the same pleasure.
Before I could collect myself, he took my magic wand and put it on my clit.
I screamed into my pillow.
Afterwards, we laid together, in each other's arms catching each other up on our lives.
Remembering all the times before.
What was different, what was the same…
What we'd miss.
He dressed, slower than usual.
We hugged, longer than ever.
And as I waved goodbye, I knew I'd never see him again.
I wanted her.
I wanted her more than I'd wanted anyone else before.
More than food.
More than breath.
With every fiber of my being, I wanted her.
But she was someone else's.
Every day, he'd get to wake up to her beautiful face
He'd get to hear her crazy laughter, see her beautiful smile...
Eat that beautiful pussy.
He'd get to make her love to her, kiss her smooth dark skin that appeared to glow from within, be inside of her.
Feel her in ways I could only grasp in my dreams.
Because as sure as I am about being able to give her everything,
She'll never see me that way.
Doesn't change the facts though.
I still wanted her...
I still wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anyone else before.
More than food.
More than breath.
With every fiber of my being, I STILL wanted her.
The first time was an accident. They'd been drinking throughout the night celebrating another one of their friend's nuptials.
As usual, people were feeling the romantic vibe.
For them, it was a mixture. Romance and lust.
With every minute that passed, every drink they had, every song they danced to brought them closer to being entangled, naked, sweating, and enjoying themselves privately soon enough.
When the happy couple departed, so did they.
Barely able to contain themselves through the hotel, once the elevator doors closed, they couldn't keep their hands off of one another.
Even after a year, the electricity of wanting one another was still wild, strong.
They fumbled into the room, still entwined in one another.
Most of his clothes had been removed, but only her panties had been torn off.
Normally, foreplay would be par for the course, but on nights like this, foreplay had been happening for hours.
She was plenty wet, and he was hard and straining.
Making their way to the bed, he laid her on the bed and pulled her to him sliding into her tight center.
Both let out groans of pleasure. Familiar and delicious.
Maybe it was the drinking. Maybe it was the unbridled lust for one another, but the sex was sending them to new levels of intimacy.
His hands dug into her shoulders, her nails dug into her back.
She bit his earlobe, he pushed as far into her as he possibly could.
Both rising, higher and higher into a sexual euphoric state.
His hands found their way to her ass as she simultaneously raised up meeting him mid stroke when it happened.
She let out a strangled groan. A mixture of pleasure and pain. He kept still, not sure what to do.
After what felt like an exorbitant amount of time, he began to pull away but she stopped him.
He swallowed heavily. Couldn't believe what they were doing.
He watched her face as he pushed deeper into her.
This was a different sensation. New. Forbidden. Exciting.
Soon, their familiar pace returned. His shaft was being stroked in a new way. He could tell things were different for her too. Her moans were more guttural sending shivers down his spine.
Her hands found his and squeezed as she came.
He felt like his cock was going to break in half. Soon he was filling her with his seed.
He then moved to her clit and began rubbing it causing her to squeeze him again until he was milked dry.
In the shower, they both laughed at the newfound shared experience, even talked through it.
It would be eight months later before they were invited to another wedding.
She sat next to him on the couch and opened the envelope bringing back memories of the night in question.
He wasn't going to say anything, but then she turned to him with a smile.
"I think we should bring lube this time. Just in case."