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happening all over again, I can almost feel the press of his huge cock against my opening, stretching me to my absolute limit as he works his way inside.
I bite my lip and send a hand down to tend to my tingling clit. Oh, that feels good, even if I’m still so sore and tender. I take it easy as I rub slow, soft circles around the tight knot of nerves while continuing to tweak my nipple. It usually takes much more than this to get myself off, but remembering the things he did, the places he touched me with his fingers, tongue and cock, has me on the verge of exploding in no time at all.
Was I really bent over in half on his bed, my ass in the air while he tongued me there ? Thinking about what we must’ve looked like in that position, I inhale a shuddering breath as the memories of how it felt and how much I loved it send me careening into an intense orgasm. Water spills over the sides of the tub, but I can’t bring myself to care as it goes on and on, as if I haven’t come more in the last twenty-four hours than I have at any one time ever.
Afterward, I slide deeper into the water, completely relaxed and depleted. I could go to bed now and sleep until tomorrow morning, but I can’t do that. I can’t disappoint Julie, who would be crushed if I missed her thirtieth birthday party. With my own three-oh right around the corner, I can’t do that to her. Besides, Blake will be there, and I’m on fire with curiosity about whether it’ll be different between us after last night.
Though I know I shouldn’t be excited to see him again, that’s what gets me out of the tub twenty minutes later. It’s what has me spending extra time on my hair and makeup and dressing with careful thought in the same frilly, feminine dress he liked so much the last time we were at Matt and Julie’s. Because I’m a Texas girl through and through, I put on my red cowboy boots to complete the outfit and grab a denim jacket in case Matt has the AC on the frost setting, as usual.
I look good. I feel better than I did before the bath. I feel ready to see him again.
* * *
I wasn’t ready to see him again. I feel like I’m wearing a neon sign on my head that says Blake fucked my lights out last night . I’m sure everyone must know, when no one does, except Lauren, and she wouldn’t tell anyone. Well, Blake knows, too, and more than once, I feel his intense blue eyes trained on me as if he’s seeing me naked right there in the midst of our friends.
I never should’ve propositioned him the way I did, but I can’t seem to regret the stupendous sex I had with him. If only I didn’t actually have to see him today, but I’d forgotten about Julie’s birthday when I decided last night was the night after weeks of trying to work up the nerve to put Lauren’s plan into motion.
Thus one of the three times a year I run into Blake had to happen the day after we had the wildest, dirtiest sex of my life. Judging from the smug, satisfied expression on his face, he knows I’m uncomfortable, and he’s enjoying my discomfort.
I got exactly what I wanted from him, so I suppose a little embarrassment is the least of what I should expect in the aftermath. I can handle it, or so I tell myself.
“What’s up with you tonight, Honey?” Julie asks when she comes over to me with Lauren and Scarlett in tow. Julie was well and truly surprised by the party and has been glowing with excitement ever since her arrival a short time ago. I’m happy to see her that way after months of profound depression following a miscarriage last Christmas.
“Nothing’s up with me other than your big three-oh.”
“You seem distracted. Is everything all right at the studio?”
“Everything is great, except for the mom-zillas that interfere every step of the way.”
“I’m never going to be like that,” Julie says.
“I’m beginning to think there’s something in the placenta that turns perfectly rational women into lunatics after they procreate.”
The girls
I bite my lip and send a hand down to tend to my tingling clit. Oh, that feels good, even if I’m still so sore and tender. I take it easy as I rub slow, soft circles around the tight knot of nerves while continuing to tweak my nipple. It usually takes much more than this to get myself off, but remembering the things he did, the places he touched me with his fingers, tongue and cock, has me on the verge of exploding in no time at all.
Was I really bent over in half on his bed, my ass in the air while he tongued me there ? Thinking about what we must’ve looked like in that position, I inhale a shuddering breath as the memories of how it felt and how much I loved it send me careening into an intense orgasm. Water spills over the sides of the tub, but I can’t bring myself to care as it goes on and on, as if I haven’t come more in the last twenty-four hours than I have at any one time ever.
Afterward, I slide deeper into the water, completely relaxed and depleted. I could go to bed now and sleep until tomorrow morning, but I can’t do that. I can’t disappoint Julie, who would be crushed if I missed her thirtieth birthday party. With my own three-oh right around the corner, I can’t do that to her. Besides, Blake will be there, and I’m on fire with curiosity about whether it’ll be different between us after last night.
Though I know I shouldn’t be excited to see him again, that’s what gets me out of the tub twenty minutes later. It’s what has me spending extra time on my hair and makeup and dressing with careful thought in the same frilly, feminine dress he liked so much the last time we were at Matt and Julie’s. Because I’m a Texas girl through and through, I put on my red cowboy boots to complete the outfit and grab a denim jacket in case Matt has the AC on the frost setting, as usual.
I look good. I feel better than I did before the bath. I feel ready to see him again.
* * *
I wasn’t ready to see him again. I feel like I’m wearing a neon sign on my head that says Blake fucked my lights out last night . I’m sure everyone must know, when no one does, except Lauren, and she wouldn’t tell anyone. Well, Blake knows, too, and more than once, I feel his intense blue eyes trained on me as if he’s seeing me naked right there in the midst of our friends.
I never should’ve propositioned him the way I did, but I can’t seem to regret the stupendous sex I had with him. If only I didn’t actually have to see him today, but I’d forgotten about Julie’s birthday when I decided last night was the night after weeks of trying to work up the nerve to put Lauren’s plan into motion.
Thus one of the three times a year I run into Blake had to happen the day after we had the wildest, dirtiest sex of my life. Judging from the smug, satisfied expression on his face, he knows I’m uncomfortable, and he’s enjoying my discomfort.
I got exactly what I wanted from him, so I suppose a little embarrassment is the least of what I should expect in the aftermath. I can handle it, or so I tell myself.
“What’s up with you tonight, Honey?” Julie asks when she comes over to me with Lauren and Scarlett in tow. Julie was well and truly surprised by the party and has been glowing with excitement ever since her arrival a short time ago. I’m happy to see her that way after months of profound depression following a miscarriage last Christmas.
“Nothing’s up with me other than your big three-oh.”
“You seem distracted. Is everything all right at the studio?”
“Everything is great, except for the mom-zillas that interfere every step of the way.”
“I’m never going to be like that,” Julie says.
“I’m beginning to think there’s something in the placenta that turns perfectly rational women into lunatics after they procreate.”
The girls
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