tagErotic CouplingsOne Last Time

One Last Time

bySexKitten919©

She sighed to herself as she stood under the hot shower. This always happened lately. They'd start flirting over e-mail or text messaging. Then she'd push too far and he would stop responding. She knew that trying to be friends with someone she was still in love with, someone who no longer felt the same about her, was a bad idea. But she didn't want to lose him, although she wasn't sure she already hadn't.

The hot water cascaded over her long dark hair, over her breasts and down her body. She sighed again as she rubbed shower gel all over her body. Why did this always happen to her? A year ago, he had shown up at her door because he couldn't get hold of her and was worried. What the hell had happened in that year? She rubbed the loofah sponge over her nipples, feeling them harden. God she missed him, missed the love, missed the intimacy.

She ran her hands down her breasts, over her stomach, down between her legs. Her fingers found her hardened clit, and she rubbed it gently. It had been too damn long. Her fingers slid down further, spreading her lips apart before sliding inside her. Her index finger slid easily inside of her, lubricated by the water and the thoughts of him.

She got out of the shower and dried off. Her phone beeped again. It was him. "A shower this late at night???? Are you just getting out of bed?"

She responded, "No luv. Just getting into bed now." She crawled into bed about half an hour later and still no response. She lay in bed for a while, thinking about him, wishing things could be different, wishing she didn't think about him so much, wishing he thought about her more often, wishing he still wanted her as much as she wanted him. She finally fell asleep, and he wove in and out of her dreams as usual.

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She sat bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding. Something had woken her up. She sat unmoving, trying to slow her heart rate, listening. She heard it again: someone was pounding on her door.

She looked at the clock; it was 6 am. There was only person she could think of who be there at this hour, but why would he be? He hadn't been to her house in months. She pulled on her lannel robe and headed down the stairs. She flung the door open.

He was standing on her porch, looking exhausted but still sexy as ever in tight jeans and a slightly fitted shirt, carrying a small travel bag. He grinned at her, almost shyly. He opened the storm door and walked in. He shut and locked both doors behind him before turning to her. She had momentarily lost her voice but it was returning. "What --?"

He cut her off. "I took the red eye back. Haven't really slept since the trip started. Wanted -- I wanted ... " his voice faltered under her gaze. "I wanted to see you and spend some time with you."

Her eyes never left his, searching for the truth behind them. "And what about your girlfriend?" she asked before she could stop herself. "Aren't you going up to see her this weekend for a elated romantic Valentine's Day weekend?" She tried hard to keep the bitterness out of her voice, but failed.

He shook his head. "No. I've been trying to tell you that she and I were never that serious. Certainly not serious enough to continue once she moved 400 miles away. And not nearly as serious as you and I had been." She continued to stare at him, wanting so desparately to believe him, wondering if she should.

Her eyes filled with tears and she angrily blinked them away. He placed his travel bag on the table in the hallway and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly to him. God she felt good against his body. He could feel the heat from her skin through her flannel robe, could smell her scent. She buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent as well. He leaned down toward her and kissed her gently on the lips. Her eyes closed as she felt his lips touch hers, felt him slip his tongue between her lips, exploring. He pulled her closer, kissing her more deeply. She could feel his cock hardening between them.

He broke the kiss, moving his lips to her ear and her neck, sucking lightly. He pushed the robe to the side to expose her shoulder, kissing her bare skin. He buried his face in her neck, breathing deeply, holding her tightly. She pulled away from him and took his hand. He grabbed the travel bag from the table and allowed her to lead him up to her bed.

He kicked off his shoes as he entered her room and looked around. She had bought new furniture and rearranged the room since he had last been there. He pulled her closer to him again and untied her robe. He let it fall to the floor at her feet. As he had hoped, she wore nothing underneath. He stood for a moment, drinking in her body. Her skin was tanner than he had last seen it. She had stopped shaving her pussy when they had broken up, although she still kept it neatly trimmed. Damn she had a great body. He kissed her again, his hands covering her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath his palms. He bent his head lower and sucked a nipple. He eard her sharp intake of breath, felt her hands pull his head closer to her body. He slid his hand down her back, cupping her ass. He loved the feel of her skin under his fingers, loved the shivers he produced.

She untucked his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled away from her breast so she could pull the shirt over his head. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him as her hands unbuckled his belt, and pulled the zipper down on his jeans. She slid her hands under the waistband of his jeans, pulling them over his hips, pushing them down his legs. He kicked out of them, standing in front of her in only his tighty whities, his hard cock stretching the fabric in front.

He lifted her onto the bed, her legs hanging over the side. He knelt in front of her. His hands on her thighs spread her legs further apart. Gently he ran his tongue up her pussy lips. Her whole body shuddered as she groaned out his name. His thumbs spread her lips apart as he drove his tongue deeper inside of her. She twined her hands in his hair, holding his head tighter to her and wrapped her legs around him. He slid a finger deep inside her, twisting it, trying to hit the spot she liked. Even after all this time, he still knew which buttons to push to turn her on. He felt her pussy muscles contract around his finger as he hit the spot. He knew she was nearing orgasm and he wanted her to cum hard. He ran his tongue over her clit, slowly at first, then increasing the speed and pressure. When she cried out that she was going to cum, he slid a second finger deep inside her and sucked hard on her clit, raking his teeth against it.

She screamed out his name, her upper body rising off the bed from the intensity, her hands holding his mouth tight against her clit. Her juices flowed out of her, drenching his fingers.

Her legs dropped off his shoulders as her body continued to shudder. He licked her lips again, lapping up her juices. He slid one of his soaked fingers in his mouth, sucking it clean. He slid the other finger between her lips. Her eyes flew open and locked on his as she tasted herself on his skin. He knelt over her for a minute, kissing her deeply, letting her clean her juices off his chin with her tongue. She loved kissing him when she could taste herself on him.

He moved off the bed. He grabbed a condom out of his travel bag and walked back to her. Standing next to the bed, he dropped his briefs and started to sheathe himself in the condom. "Wait," she said. He stopped. She reached out a hand and grasped his big cock. He groaned slightly and closed his eyes. His groan became louder as she ran her tongue around his head and sucked deeply, pulling him more into her mouth. She quickly pulled away and his eyes opened. She was lying back on the bed grinning up at him. "Hey, sailor."

He laughed as he finished putting the condom on and crawled into bed with her. They had always had fun in bed, even besides the sex, talking and laughing and he did miss that. He pulled the covers up over them and lay on top of her. He kissed her for a few minutes, teasing her tongue with his. She could feel the head of his cock against her pussy lips, feel his hair against her still-sensitive clit. He kissed her ear, running his tongue around the edge, plunging it inside, making her gasp. Her body arched up against his, pressing closer. He kissed her neck, sucking lightly again, trying not to leave a mark. He trailed his lips down to her breasts again, flicking his tongue across one nipple and then the other. He propped himself up on his elbows and held both tits together, sucking both nipples at a time, running his tongue quickly back and forth over them.

"Are you ready, baby?" She nodded, her big brown eyes wide with anticipation. He tried to go slowly, knowing it had been a while for her and not wanting to hurt her. It hadn't been that long for him, but it had been a long time since he was with her, and he still remembered the effect her tight wet pussy had on his cock. The both gasped at the intial contact when he slid his head inside her. Even with the condom, he could still feel how wet she was. His cock hardened even more, knowing that he was the one who had done that.

She felt him pause as he hardened. She knew he was going slow so he wouldn't hurt her. It had been a long time for her and she had made no secret about that in front of him. She knew as well that he had taken at least one other lover since they had split. The thought of it still made her sick to her stomach, but knowing that he was with her now, and not with the other girl, made her feel a little better. "It's OK, love. You're not hurting me." She saw a flicker of something in his eyes at the term she used, but she ignored it. She slid her body a little further down the bed, pulling his cock deeper inside her pussy. He hissed out her name as he felt her lips close even more tightly around his cock. She looked up at him. "Kiss me," she breathed. He did, fiercely, passionately, like he did when they had first become lovers. She cupped her hands around his hot ass and pulled him to her. He groaned against her lips as his cock sank all the way inside of her, hitting bottom. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, holding him tightly to her as her hands moved up to his head, not letting him break the kiss.

She kissed him back just as passionately. She broke the kiss and he buried his face in her neck again, breathing hard. She ran her tongue around his ear, teasing him, before plunging her tongue inside his ear. His whole body shuddered. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled them up closer to her chest. He slid even deeper inside her. She cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, as she came. Her eyes widened and her body arched slightly. She saw the look of concern in his eyes, but it changed to pleasure when he realized he had just made her cum again.

He grinned down at her. He loved the things he could make her body do, loved the reactions she had to him. He pushed himself up off her and watched her as she closed her eyes again, her breathing fast, her chest rising and falling, the flush spread across her cheeks and her breasts. He watched her pull her knees even closer to her chest, knowing that he liked being as deep inside her as she could handle. He felt her body arch below him as she tried to take even more of his long thick cock into her tight pussy.

He wished he could love her again, love her as much as she wanted him to, love her as much as she deserved. He had tried so hard, tried to force himself to do it. That had been a disaster. He had ended up hurting her even more than if he had just ended it sooner. He really had loved her when this all started, still loved her in his own way, just not the way she wanted. He didn't know if he was capable of being with just one person again. When he was with her, he didn't want to be anywhere else, he thought maybe he could love her, maybe they could try it again. But when they were apart, he found himself watching other women, thinking about them, and he knew they could never be together. She deserved more than that, and as much as it bothered him, he knew someday she would find a guy who would give her everything he couldn't. And then he knew he would lose her forever.

As if he had spoken aloud, her eyes opened. She again caught the fleeting look on his face. She reached a hand up to cup the side of his face. Her thumb brushed across his lips and he caught it in his teeth. She lowered her legs and wrapped them around him again. She smiled up at him. "Roll us over, baby," she whispered. "I want to ride your cock." That made him grin.

He pulled out of her and lay on his back. She straddled him, one hand holding her lips apart, the other guiding his cock inside her. She moaned softly. She loved the way he felt inside of her, the way he filled her up. She ran her fingers through his soft chest hair, raking her nails lightly across his nipples, and then trailing them down his sides. His body shivered. She rocked up and down on his cock, pulling her lips up his shaft and then sliding them back down around him. She slid her finger down to her pussy, wetting it with her juices. Her eyes locked with his she rubbed her clit hard and fast with her wet finger. His hands on her shoulders held her tightly on his cock and within a few seconds, she came hard, her juices dripping down his cock and balls. She cried out his name again, her hands curled on his chest, her eyes wide as she tried to slow her racing heart. "You alright, baby?" She nodded, trying to catch her breath. "Good." He pressed his thumb to her ultra sensitive clit and rubbed hard. She screamed this time as she came again.

He leaned forward and flicked his tongue across her nipples. She shuddered. He sat up even more and covered her lips with his. She wrapped her arms and her legs around him and kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands on her ass, pulling her tighter. He ran his fingertips down her back, pressing hard on each side of her spine. She groaned against his lips and arched her body more toward him. He kissed the side of her neck again, trailing his lips down to her breasts to tease her. He raked his teeth across her nipples and made her cum again.

God she loved this man, she thought as ran her hands up and down his back. She wasn't stupid. She knew that he didn't love her back. She wasn't even sure if he had ever loved her, although she hoped he had at least at the beginning. She would've done anything to make him love her again. She had tried to make him love her before and failed. That had been a total fiasco and had driven him even further away. She knew there was nothing more she could do and that hurt her so much. She knew she should cut all contact with him, no flirting, no texting, but she didn't want to. She wanted him back so badly it hurt. She knew he would never again love her back, even though she hoped and wished and prayed for it every day. She felt her eyes fill with tears and again angrily blinked them away. She didn't want him to see her cry, not this time, not now.

He moved his head from her chest and looked up at her. She unwrapped her legs from him as he lay back down. She leaned forward to kiss him again, her tongue teasing his. She broke the kiss and buried her face in his neck. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling lightly. "Baby, get on your stomach," he whispered in her ear. She lifted her head from his neck and grinned at him.

She slid off his cock and lay flat on her stomach across the bed. He straddled her from behind. "Slide that ass back here, baby." She lifted her ass slightly in the air and wiggled back to him. She reached under her body to spread her lips and help guide him inside her. This was a position they both enjoyed. He thrust deep inside her, forcing a groan out of her. He covered her back with his body. He captured her hands in his and pulled them closer to their bodies. She felt his breath on her neck and turned her face toward his. He kissed her, plunging his tongue in her mouth. He stroked in and out of her, hard and fast. "Are you ready to cum?" he asked. She nodded. He gave a powerful thrust, pushing his cock deep inside her pussy and she screamed his name as she came, her pussy muscles clenching his cock tighthly, her body writhing below his. He did it a second time a few minutes later, this time kissing her after she screamed. The third time he thrust deeply into her, she pushed back against, forcing him even deeper inside her. He cried out as she screamed on this orgasm. "Ah baby, I'm gonna cum too." She thrust her body even harder against his as he pounded into her one last time, their hands girpping each other tightly. He cried out her name as he came deep inside her. She felt his cock pulsing as he emptied his load in the condom. His body continued to shudder against hers as he came.

He stayed on her back for a few minutes, still inside her, still clutching her hands. She loved the feel of his body on hers like this, the closeness. She felt so safe, so protected. After a few minutes, he slid his cock out of her. He was still hard and that always amazed her. She heard him in the bathroom, cleaning up. He came back into the bathroom with a warm wet washcloth. She had rolled over onto her, facing the door. He gently wiped her juices off her inner thighs and pussy. He tossed the washcloth on the floor and crawled back into bed with her. He pulled the covers back up over them and wrapped his arms around her. He laid his head on her chest, the soft hair on his face tickling her skin. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking his head.

She gave a deep shuddering breath. "Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yes, baby. Are you?"

"Yes, just tired." He snuggled deeper to her. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good. He kissed the side of her breast.

"Close your eyes, love. Take a nap." She continued to stroke his head, staring off into space. She kissed him on the forehead, then shifted slightly so her back was pressed against his chest. He shifted too, unconsciously moving his arm around her waist to pull her tight against him, his other arm wrapped around her as well, his hand holding hers to her body. He brushed his lips against her ear. After several minutes, his breathing slowed and became more even. She knew he had fallen asleep. "I love you, baby," she said in barely a whisper and this time when the tears started, she let them fall silently.

He knew she was crying, but he knew that calling attention to it would only make it worse. He just held her even more tightly and let her cry. He felt her body shake very slightly from the sobs and wished there was something he could do to fix it. He knew there was nothing he could do. So he lay there, holding her tightly while she sobbed, thinking that if he was a crying man, he'd be crying too. He had told her once a long time ago that if her heart broke so would his. And it was true.

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