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It’s an hour later and I’ve drenched the bed beneath me. He lifted my dress when we got to mine and hasn’t stopped since. I’m lying with the skirt of my dress rucked up around my waist, my legs wide open to his mouth, and I can’t stop coming. He’s so good at it and he enjoys it so much. I can’t stop myself continually coming and coming in response to that talented tongue. At least Chrissy taught him something valuable, eh?
“God, I really do mean it, Mira,” he says as he’s briefly kissing my thigh, “you really taste sensational. I can’t get enough. I’d love to put porn on while I’m tonguing you. I think it’d make you even wetter and riper.”
I’m almost tempted by that, but really, this is enough. He’s so good at it. Before Albie, I really believed I was the sort of person who could only have sex with people I really liked. I wasn’t the casual fucking type of person. I suppose it’s when you lose something you believed was the ultimate fantasy, that you start to wonder, if whatever this is I’ve got with Miles is the next best thing. Although just a replacement, is it better than me being alone?
“I want to be fucked now. I’ve had enough of your tongue. I need to be fucked. I’ve got lube and condoms and I want to be fucked up the arse.”
Put it down to the forty-five minutes of tonguing I’ve just enjoyed to work me up into this mess, or the fact that I know this will be the last time I let him in my life let alone my body, and I just want mindless sex.
“Fuck, yeah,” he celebrates, and begins to undress himself.
I pull my dress off and bra, and watch as he watches me. When he’s naked, he looks good, his cock nice and hard, his skin flushed. I toss him one of the thicker condoms from my stash and he rolls it on.
“Hold your legs up, like this.” He has me hold my thighs open with my arms under my knees, spreading myself wide. Squeezing lube onto his fingers, he begins to rub it around my hole and I moan. “Yeah, dirty bitch. Is it a virgin hole?”
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to, but—”
“Ah, well, I’ve done this loads and never had any complaints.”
After he’s got me aroused enough that I can feel myself gently being teased open, as if my body’s natural response is to let him in, that’s when he knows it’s time and he lathers himself in lube, then plunges in.
It’s a whole new thing and I gasp with pleasure. He really is a great fuck. He really is. I can’t deny that and nobody could ever dispute it.
“You’ve surprised me, Mira. How good does that feel?”
“Fucking good. More.”
He begins really fucking me and as he’s doing that, he rubs my clit and I spurt again, such is my state of arousal right now.
“Fuck me, Mira. God, I nearly came just watching that.”
He pounds into me and I love every second. The strength of the orgasm in the end is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and I scream and scream, the heat and pressure down there unbelievable, then tapering off so that I feel like I’m floating on Cloud Nine.
I’m totally done for afterwards and when I come to, I realise he’s spooning behind me with his arms wrapped around my shoulders, his lips resting gently on my shoulder. He’s not rushing for this to be done so that he can get back to his phone.
“She loves sex as much as I do and I can’t get enough of her. What the fuck am I going to do?” he gasps, whispering against my skin. “I can’t believe it, but I think I’m falling in love.”
Either he thinks I’m asleep because I’m so still and quiet, or, he didn’t realise he was thinking out loud then. Or, he meant for me to hear it in that way, to try and mess with my head.
Rolling over, I look down at his cock and remove the filled condom, tossing it onto a pile of used tissues we’ve already gone through. I lean over and start sucking him and he nearly cries.
The trouble is, I want this. It’s mindless. It’s all I want.
I move so we’re 69’ing and he makes the loudest groans of pleasure I’ve ever heard a man make. After he’s come in my mouth and I’ve come all over his face, we lie kissing for a bit and he does indeed tell me that he loves me.
Soon later, he grabs my vibrator from the drawer, uses it to peak my nipples and then slips it inside me. After watching another of my orgasms, he’s hard again and pulls on another condom.
He fucks me wildly in the arse this time, grunting and pounding at my request, all while the vibrator is in my pussy and I’m coming non-stop.
I know afterwards as he repeatedly tells me he loves me and will leave his wife and everything else behind for me, he’s telling me the truth.
I have nothing to say except, “That was amazing,” and, “It was everything I wanted it to be.”
Truly, that was some of the best sex of my life, probably the best actually, but it was still with someone I don’t care about or feelthat wayabout. It’s just sex. And just sex can be liberating, enjoyable and wonderful.
He stays the night with his phone switched off and I don’t question it. Not the morality of it or what it means going forward. I don’t want to face what comes next or what my life has become since Albie broke my heart.
When he wakes me in the night to lick me into oblivion for an hour straight, I don’t worry how the neighbours may view me after this.
