Sex with the Ex

It didn’t take long at all before we were wrapped around each other with my ears pressed over his heartbeat. His skin was soft and smooth, and smelled sweetly of the hotel bath soap. It was like green and wood as his fingers trickled down my arms and across my shoulders. Moments later the sweatpants I carefully chose to wear to bed were on the floor and the tips of his fingers were whispering to my thighs. His lips were smooth and cool as sweetly his tongue explored my body and found rest in a tug of war with mine. I nibbled and tugged at his bottom lip, trying hard to restrain myself from drinking in too much of his nectar before we’d be too quickly spent. Instead, I teased and imagined he would become enamored with me once more, playfully nipping at his ears as my fingernails pressed deeper into his back.

Pleasure mounted in our dangerous dance, and tension grew as both of us saw in the other our prey, and yet still a potential predator. My tongue traced the vein rising in the curve of the left side of his neck and up to his ear as again he bit deeper into my neck, causing me to pause as my breath escaped me. Noisily I inhaled as my shirt found its way across the room. My chest heaved and spilled into his parted lips and as I could not control the back spasm that sent me lunging into what should have been a painful arch, I caught a glimpse of painted magnolias on the wall before my eyes rolled back into darkness.

There he waited, poised gracefully above me, arms and shoulders melting into each other and against my skin, watching as his touch rippled and shuddered through me—this King amongst Beasts--as I clawed against his torso searching for the heart that thudded against me with so much power that my every breath strained against itself to restrain any outburst. Again I had lost myself in the past as slowly, he slipped inside and pressed against me deeply, holding himself there before rotating around slowly—deeper and deeper—pulling back and pouncing forward and sending me to ecstasy. My mouth dried as I bit into the pillow, until his lips caressed mine. He drank me and in turn showered me with kisses, deep and sensual, and traced my collarbone with tiny touches that made my body ever sensitive.

Deeper he plunged and face to face, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, our legs intertwined I finally made love to my heart. There he was—this fleeting daydream I had started to wonder was a conjured figment of my imagination. This was my first love revisited. I shuddered as arms clenched and dug into his back, bottom lip was bitten, and I exclaimed into the night and pleaded to God; screaming into the warm air floating above my bed. I released and buried my face into his chest, and with one last quiver I fell into slumber.

I need some put a bitch to sleep kind of sex right now. When I first started telling myself that I just wasn't going to have sex while I was doing this whole creative and informative writing project that is still untitled, I had been having a consistent 2 orgasm a month minimum for nearly an entire year. For the first couple of months, I could remember vividly the slight burn and feel of my thigh muscles as I inched myself down the thickness of Mr.Blonde...sucking in my breath slowly as I flashed back to the feel of my nani struggling to spread and take him all the way in. Slowly...those memories fade...and now I've lost most of what has been keeping me sane.

There's only so much I can take...only so many Hershey's Milk Chocolate with Almonds bars that I can suck the almonds out of before I'm either the size of a small house or immune (the latter is seemingly becoming the issue). I'm doing this for you...my reader...and I hope it's worth it...I need some inspiration...lol