The last time I talked to him was about a month ago. Our story turned out to be a huge mess. He was with another girl that took him for granted and treated him badly, I was the person that fell hard for him and wanted to give him everything. He felt something about me as well, but he ended up choosing her instead of me. It took some time, but some weeks later I finally managed to be okay with it. Somehow.
One quiet night, I was working on my computer when I saw a message from him. From what we said, it became very obvious that none of us was able to put our little story behind and move on; the feelings were still there. And the good news was that they broke up.
I was more reluctant now – could I go back and have him all to myself? I was afraid.
Via endless calls and numerous messages, he was asking me to meet up. At first, I denied it, it felt like a trap- one that I wasn’t sure I wanted to get myself into. But that didn’t change the fact that I really wanted to see him. I’ve spent many nights dreaming to have him in front of me – or on top of me. Naked. I decided to say yes; he was rather promising when it came to what he wanted to do to me.
It was around midnight when I picked him up in front of his place. I didn’t know where we were going; he instructed me on how to go to one of his favorite places. I was driving, he was sitting next to me. We were talking casually, both of us aware of the tension in the atmosphere. Just as I could barely concentrate, he placed his hand on top of mine, as I switched gears. And all I could think of was pulling over right that instant, getting on top of him and kissing him passionately. I managed to stay cool the whole time, when we finally arrived on our destination – we were up on a mountain. Just the two of us, and the night sky.
We said a lot, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to go near him and all of a sudden I was sitting right on his lap. I held him close, no longer being able to control myself. We were still talking, but I could feel his hands touching my thighs and my ass. I turned around to look at him, and just like that… we kissed. All that was holding me back vanished in a split second. I wanted him. Deeply, madly. I was still sitting on his lap when suddenly he flipped me over to look at the front window. He kissed my neck slowly, rhythmically and I felt like I was melting.
He began to undress me, removing my pants and my undies. He touched me just enough to see if I was wet or not – I was wetter than he could ever imagine. When his fingers touched my clit, I was inches close from exploding. But his masterful hands wouldn’t let me do that yet, and he caressed me more intensely, closer to my G-spot. I asked him to stop for a minute because I was one step close from fainting.
During the small break, we decided it was time to move to the back seat. He pushed me down on the seat, while he spread my legs again. He started to lick me, his tongue making circles on my clit, while he entered his fingers in me simultaneously; I screamed with desire, not being able to keep quiet. He made me come, again and again … and he didn’t stop. He kept his promise and made me squirt three times, with me screaming louder than ever, and my desire for him even stronger.
After giving me the most intense orgasms of my entire life, he gave me what I wanted the most – his hug, his lips and himself entirely for the rest of the night… and the thoughts of being naked on top of me one day, making me scream again very, very loudly.
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