After the dinner
The night was cold, and it was late. Finding a cab was going to take patience and we had none of that.
We had both walked out, hands interlocked, to the chilly breeze.
Within seconds of waiting, I was freezing.
"I'm freezing," I declared wrapping my arms around me.
He turned to look at me before he held me in his arms.
"Let's enter a bike, it's easier to get."
I nodded.
When the bike stopped, I climbed first, then he entered behind me.
"Come over here," he nicely ordered as he made me relax into his warm embrace.
"What do you want to do tonight?" He asked casually.
I bit my tongue. "I want to be happy."
"And happy you would be."
I smiled a little, then rested my head on his chin. Soon we were at his place, we climbed down and I walked in ahead of him while he paid. I knew where his key was, it was always under the carpet. I bent to pick it up then let my self in.
The room was warm, the lights were out, I put on a torch. I very well knew what was about to happen between us, I didn't want the room to be fully lit. I didn't want him to see me, to see how I had truly missed him, to see how I wanted him so badly. I didn't want to give him the complete pleasure of seeing me again.
The door knob turned.
I sighed, maintaining my stance in the middle of the room.
He walked in, the torch I had switched on was bright enough for me to see his silhouette.
My breathing quickened, I felt a shiver run down my spine, the keys dropped from my hands onto the tiled floor.
He turned his back on me to close the door. The moment he faced me again, I took sure strides to meet him. Not giving him a chance to think or decline the offer—which I was sure he wouldn't—I kissed him.
I kissed him, slow at first, things heated and accelerated quickly. I tore at his tux, then his white shirt leaving him bare. My fingertips felt his chest, his torso, his lean arms.
His arms, my favorite place to be in the universe.
He stopped, "You said you wanted to be happy tonight, Do I make you happy?"
I sighed and looked into his dark pupils. I couldn't see much in the dark, maybe he didn't make me happy anymore, maybe he did. I could wake up tomorrow feeling used, the same way I felt when I saw him and her together, maybe even worst but I didn't want to care.
I may regret it, but I wasn't going to stop, not after going this far.
I turned my back to him, he read the gesture easily.
I felt his cold hard hands on my back as he held the zipper, he unzipped me but his hands didn't move away.
I removed my arms from the dress and it fell.
I was now naked.
Completely naked.
I hoped my beating heart wouldn't leave it's cage as I turned to face him.
His hands reached for the switch behind my head, I held his hand knowing what he wanted to do.
"I want to see you." He confirmed my suspicions.
"Don't switch on the light please," I pleaded. I don't want you to see me.
"I've missed this," he cupped my breast, my eyes shut close. "And this," his finger left a trail as it stopped above my ass, then he cupped it too, and squeezed painfully.
With him, pleasure was pain.
I reached for his trousers, halfway through he claimed my lips again as our hands struggled to ease him of the clothes he wore.
He dragged my bottom lip, then sucked on it before I gave him entrance into my mouth. His kisses were so good that I didn't know when he pushed me to the bed until the back of my head touched the soft foam.
He went for my nipples, my rock hard nipples, sucked on one, then the other.
I smiled, looking down at his bobbing head. It gave me pleasure and a sense of control when ever I saw his head buried in my chest.
He would pinch, suck, then bite. The assualt on my breast lasted a while, before his lips moved towards my navel, then my crotch, then my clit, I exploded into a million pieces.
I tried to not reach down and help to bury his face deeper into me by squeezing the bedsheet but when he rubbed my clit again with his finger and tongue, I just couldn't.
I let my hand sought for more pleasure as it grabbed the back of his head.
He kissed my lips, then he sucked on my clit, God I wanted to moan so loudly but the pleasure was overwelming, instead my moan came out as a little cry.
I bucked my hips, he placed one finger in me, finger fucking and eating me out.
Within a minute, I lost control of my legs for the first time tonight.
He didn't stop, not until I came again.
I was exhausted, drained but the moment I saw his face, etched with the stupid smirk of victory, I kissed him with the last energy in me, pulling him more towards me.
I rolled over and got on top of him, legs straightened beside each side of his hips.
"Stop."
I didn't stop kissing him.
"Amelia stop, I want us to talk."
Fuck me.
I looked at him, "you want to talk, right now?"
He nodded.
"Then talk, I'm not stopping you."
"You're kissing me," he said stating the obvious.
"Not any more," I kissed his neck instead leaving his lips for him to talk.
I made sure to leave love bites.
Harry was fair skinned unlike me. When we were together, I loved giving him hickeys especially when he wanted to meet with other female friends. Harry said that it was a possessive character and it had caused an argument once.
This time, I wanted to leave them for his mistress, I wanted her to know how it was to be the one cheated on not cheated with. I bit tenderly, nibbled on it then sucked to ease the pain.
I heard his soft breath of contempt.
"Harry talk, I'm listening," I said teasingly with my head still buried in the crook of his neck.
"You're too much of a distraction..."
I smiled then moved to his nipples and that made him reach for my ass. I smiled some more because I knew there was going to be no talking tonight, suddenly I felt like I wanted to talk.
"Why did you do it?"
It took him a second to answer. "Do what?"
"Why did you sleep with her?" I bit on his nipple and dragged it while my finger squeezed the other one, "say something."
"I wanted......I wanted closure."
I retreated my lips from him to look him in the eyes.
"Closure, you went back to your ex and you say you wanted closure," I brought my palm to my mouth and moistrized it. "Is that how you do, get closure from your exes?"
I shifted slightly and let my right palm enclose his shaft, then I moved my hand upward and downward.
I heard him take a sharp breath as he twitched slightly.
"Is this also closure to you?"
I feared the answer, it didn't come.
He dragged me to him and kissed me making me forget that I had asked a question.
He was as hard as a rock, I untangled my lips from his.
I closed my eyes and positioned my self on top of him trying to find my entrance for him, I wanted to ride him.
It was painful at first, I felt my heart stretching out for him. Even in the darkness,I saw his eyes roll to the back.
I drew my head back and started moving at a slow pace. He held my hips, carrying me up and down with pure ease.
I bent down and kissed him, stopping the ride for a second. He kissed me back more fiercely, dragging me into him, holding me so tightly.
Then I continued to move my waist in that position, continuing the journey I was taking us on. The pleasure journey.
His hold on me tightened, his breathe quickened, his eyes were open and he had a distant look. I knew he was close. I kissed his neck and bent towards his ears.
"I'm on the pill," I declared before I felt his load in me.
I placed a soft kiss on his forehead. We remained like that trying to catch our breathes, holding each other, still being one.
He was the first to make a move as he rolled over getting on top of me.
He spread my legs open with his knee, how he always did it.
We were staring deep into each other's eyes, into each other's souls as he entered me again while I moved my hip to meet him more.
"Damn, I've missed you baby girl."
In that moment, i wished I had switched on the light bulb. I wanted to see him well, to see how he looked at me, to see if he really missed me because I had.
I wanted to see him even more than he wanted to see me before but I couldn't, so I closed my eyes, closing my heart and giving way for my raging hormones.
"I missed you too."
We had both walked out, hands interlocked, to the chilly breeze.
Within seconds of waiting, I was freezing.
"I'm freezing," I declared wrapping my arms around me.
He turned to look at me before he held me in his arms.
"Let's enter a bike, it's easier to get."
I nodded.
When the bike stopped, I climbed first, then he entered behind me.
"Come over here," he nicely ordered as he made me relax into his warm embrace.
"What do you want to do tonight?" He asked casually.
I bit my tongue. "I want to be happy."
"And happy you would be."
I smiled a little, then rested my head on his chin. Soon we were at his place, we climbed down and I walked in ahead of him while he paid. I knew where his key was, it was always under the carpet. I bent to pick it up then let my self in.
The room was warm, the lights were out, I put on a torch. I very well knew what was about to happen between us, I didn't want the room to be fully lit. I didn't want him to see me, to see how I had truly missed him, to see how I wanted him so badly. I didn't want to give him the complete pleasure of seeing me again.
The door knob turned.
I sighed, maintaining my stance in the middle of the room.
He walked in, the torch I had switched on was bright enough for me to see his silhouette.
My breathing quickened, I felt a shiver run down my spine, the keys dropped from my hands onto the tiled floor.
He turned his back on me to close the door. The moment he faced me again, I took sure strides to meet him. Not giving him a chance to think or decline the offer—which I was sure he wouldn't—I kissed him.
I kissed him, slow at first, things heated and accelerated quickly. I tore at his tux, then his white shirt leaving him bare. My fingertips felt his chest, his torso, his lean arms.
His arms, my favorite place to be in the universe.
He stopped, "You said you wanted to be happy tonight, Do I make you happy?"
I sighed and looked into his dark pupils. I couldn't see much in the dark, maybe he didn't make me happy anymore, maybe he did. I could wake up tomorrow feeling used, the same way I felt when I saw him and her together, maybe even worst but I didn't want to care.
I may regret it, but I wasn't going to stop, not after going this far.
I turned my back to him, he read the gesture easily.
I felt his cold hard hands on my back as he held the zipper, he unzipped me but his hands didn't move away.
I removed my arms from the dress and it fell.
I was now naked.
Completely naked.
I hoped my beating heart wouldn't leave it's cage as I turned to face him.
His hands reached for the switch behind my head, I held his hand knowing what he wanted to do.
"I want to see you." He confirmed my suspicions.
"Don't switch on the light please," I pleaded. I don't want you to see me.
"I've missed this," he cupped my breast, my eyes shut close. "And this," his finger left a trail as it stopped above my ass, then he cupped it too, and squeezed painfully.
With him, pleasure was pain.
I reached for his trousers, halfway through he claimed my lips again as our hands struggled to ease him of the clothes he wore.
He dragged my bottom lip, then sucked on it before I gave him entrance into my mouth. His kisses were so good that I didn't know when he pushed me to the bed until the back of my head touched the soft foam.
He went for my nipples, my rock hard nipples, sucked on one, then the other.
I smiled, looking down at his bobbing head. It gave me pleasure and a sense of control when ever I saw his head buried in my chest.
He would pinch, suck, then bite. The assualt on my breast lasted a while, before his lips moved towards my navel, then my crotch, then my clit, I exploded into a million pieces.
I tried to not reach down and help to bury his face deeper into me by squeezing the bedsheet but when he rubbed my clit again with his finger and tongue, I just couldn't.
I let my hand sought for more pleasure as it grabbed the back of his head.
He kissed my lips, then he sucked on my clit, God I wanted to moan so loudly but the pleasure was overwelming, instead my moan came out as a little cry.
I bucked my hips, he placed one finger in me, finger fucking and eating me out.
Within a minute, I lost control of my legs for the first time tonight.
He didn't stop, not until I came again.
I was exhausted, drained but the moment I saw his face, etched with the stupid smirk of victory, I kissed him with the last energy in me, pulling him more towards me.
I rolled over and got on top of him, legs straightened beside each side of his hips.
"Stop."
I didn't stop kissing him.
"Amelia stop, I want us to talk."
Fuck me.
I looked at him, "you want to talk, right now?"
He nodded.
"Then talk, I'm not stopping you."
"You're kissing me," he said stating the obvious.
"Not any more," I kissed his neck instead leaving his lips for him to talk.
I made sure to leave love bites.
Harry was fair skinned unlike me. When we were together, I loved giving him hickeys especially when he wanted to meet with other female friends. Harry said that it was a possessive character and it had caused an argument once.
This time, I wanted to leave them for his mistress, I wanted her to know how it was to be the one cheated on not cheated with. I bit tenderly, nibbled on it then sucked to ease the pain.
I heard his soft breath of contempt.
"Harry talk, I'm listening," I said teasingly with my head still buried in the crook of his neck.
"You're too much of a distraction..."
I smiled then moved to his nipples and that made him reach for my ass. I smiled some more because I knew there was going to be no talking tonight, suddenly I felt like I wanted to talk.
"Why did you do it?"
It took him a second to answer. "Do what?"
"Why did you sleep with her?" I bit on his nipple and dragged it while my finger squeezed the other one, "say something."
"I wanted......I wanted closure."
I retreated my lips from him to look him in the eyes.
"Closure, you went back to your ex and you say you wanted closure," I brought my palm to my mouth and moistrized it. "Is that how you do, get closure from your exes?"
I shifted slightly and let my right palm enclose his shaft, then I moved my hand upward and downward.
I heard him take a sharp breath as he twitched slightly.
"Is this also closure to you?"
I feared the answer, it didn't come.
He dragged me to him and kissed me making me forget that I had asked a question.
He was as hard as a rock, I untangled my lips from his.
I closed my eyes and positioned my self on top of him trying to find my entrance for him, I wanted to ride him.
It was painful at first, I felt my heart stretching out for him. Even in the darkness,I saw his eyes roll to the back.
I drew my head back and started moving at a slow pace. He held my hips, carrying me up and down with pure ease.
I bent down and kissed him, stopping the ride for a second. He kissed me back more fiercely, dragging me into him, holding me so tightly.
Then I continued to move my waist in that position, continuing the journey I was taking us on. The pleasure journey.
His hold on me tightened, his breathe quickened, his eyes were open and he had a distant look. I knew he was close. I kissed his neck and bent towards his ears.
"I'm on the pill," I declared before I felt his load in me.
I placed a soft kiss on his forehead. We remained like that trying to catch our breathes, holding each other, still being one.
He was the first to make a move as he rolled over getting on top of me.
He spread my legs open with his knee, how he always did it.
We were staring deep into each other's eyes, into each other's souls as he entered me again while I moved my hip to meet him more.
"Damn, I've missed you baby girl."
In that moment, i wished I had switched on the light bulb. I wanted to see him well, to see how he looked at me, to see if he really missed me because I had.
I wanted to see him even more than he wanted to see me before but I couldn't, so I closed my eyes, closing my heart and giving way for my raging hormones.
"I missed you too."
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