Neil

We're in your flat, drinking whiskey. Kissing, smoking, bubbling energy, we fuck, too drunk to do it right. We fall asleep together. 

The morning comes. I'm up, awake, the sun is shining through the thin curtains. I can taste sweet woodiness in my mouth, my head throbs. I can feel you hard, pushing against me. Nudge nudge. Maybe in a minute. I rub my eyes, get up, go get myself a glass of water. Still a little cut. I get back into bed with you. 

We're pretty comfortable around each other, we've always had a spark, now you're not with her anymore, we can fuck how we want, just straight sex. I think your heart is breaking just a bit, I know you miss her. A warm woman's body is what you need to hold. I'm willing skin. I like you and I like attention. 

You're affection, good with your hands, you're stroking my body. I take you in my mouth. I'm wet. Take me instead? You fuck me really hard, you've got one of those cock's that just finds the sweet spot. You make me come so easily, you orgasm as well. 

We spend most of the day in bed together, touching, talking, kissing. You start to slowly tease and tweak my breasts. This sort of thing I like. This eager build up.  I need to fuck around again. I can feel myself wet and wanting. You trail your hand down my stomach, run it over my thighs. Lean in to kiss me, I push against your mouth in desperate desire. You pull back, taunt and tease. Your fingers find the space. I need to come so badly. You push the digits into me. Yes. Please. Stretch me. You keep bringing me up, holding me there, that point, stopping, kissing me, taunting me. 

My frustration oozes from my pours,  a bead of sweat drips down my neck. I'm hot. Im flushed. I'm flustered.

"Please for god's sake let me come. Please don't make me beg you". 

You smile at me. Slide your fingers back into my flesh. Thrust,  push, fuck me with your hand. I gush, squirt, come, climax, whatever you want to call it and fuck its good, brain wiping. You go to remove your fingers, I yelp a piteous...

 "No". 

It sounds like anguish. 

You reinsert them quickly. Bang bang, thrust, twist, fuck, hold me there. The pleasure fractures like a sheet of glass. Sweet honey taste in my throat, breathing ragged. Spent out. 

You lay down next to me, put your hand on my ribs, stroke the white flesh over the bone, run it down my stomach, in a squirming gooey mess. You pull me in, kiss my soft and breathless mouth. Affection, sweet and faint, a ghost of an emotion that you had for someone else. A whisper of a near past. You stroke me, the smoothness of my skin. Tender and desirable. A woman's body, soft and warm and yielding.