5. Kristen
5
KRISTEN
Seth whispers that he won’t stop after just one kiss. His breath brushes against my ear, it’s hot and tickles, but sets something off inside me. My face flushes, my body feels like there’s a current of electricity humming under my skin.
Everywhere Seth kisses sends a little shiver through me. His trail of kisses is slow, languid, as he moves up and down my thighs. I know I’m already soaked and he hasn’t even grazed my core. My borrowed dress is bunched around my hips, my choice in black lace panties on full display.
I want to urge him to move things along faster. His bulge strains against his trousers. His gaze meets mine, eyes darkening as he moves my lace underwear down over my thighs. I anticipate another round of unhurried kisses as his hands make their way up to grip my hips once more. Instead, he places his tongue right over my entrance and spreads my folds apart with his tongue as he uses one finger to enter me.
Like a firecracker lit inside of my body, the dual sensations make me grit my teeth.
I grasp the counter so hard I fear it may crack. He quickens his pace as I start to move my hips. I try to match his hurried pace but I can’t. His other hand firmly grips my bare ass.
“More,” I can barely whimper out, “I want more Seth.”
He slows his pace with his tongue. A cocktail of emotions is rising inside of me. My concerns and my pleasure all shaken together. They will be no talk of the future tonight. Just an appetite for pleasure to be satiated. His pace accelerates once more as adds a finger. The added girth is almost enough to set me off in that very moment. But I want more of him.
I need all of him.
“In time,” his voice is deep, the vibrations adding to the climax building inside of me.
My nipples are hard, the buds pressing firmly against the lace of my bra. The friction makes me squirm against his face. The orgasm builds with each and every second he touches my bare skin. All the different sensations are an assault on my senses. I moan as Seth focuses his attention on my throbbing clit, licking lightly and quickly.
He mumbles something else that I don’t hear.
My eyes are shut tight and the repeat of the vibrations of his words against my core push me over the edge. My back arches and knees buckle. He clings to me, his unoccupied hand holding me in place.
My legs weaken and shake as he laps up my release. He releases his hold and lets me lean on him as I try to catch my breath. I want to murmur words of affection, of gratitude, but nothing is coming out.
Before I can say anything or even sit down, Seth scoops me up in his arms. His dick presses against my hip as he carries me away from the kitchen down the darkened hallway.
He gently places me on the bed.
“That was just the warm up.” His brows furrow over his mischievous eyes.
He starts to undress himself as I take in the view.
I could get used to this.
Instinctively, I gulp. Unsure if it’s the fleeting thought of us together once more as a couple, or the sheer slab of muscle standing in front of me clad in black boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.
It’s just sex. Not a relationship.
I’m only here temporarily. I’m not falling in love, it’s lust.
I repeat the phrase over and over as Seth starts to make his way to the bed. Like a lion hunting his prey, he moves with a hunger in his eye. I want nothing more than to be devoured by him.
Over and over again.
Perhaps this could turn into something more.
Before I can even think of the possibilities of altering my life to be here, Seth joins me on the bed. The thoughts and conflictions disappear with his touch. I’m going to take one day at a time.
It can’t be love.
Seth
My king size bed makes Kristen look tiny as she leans back, propping herself up on her forearms. Her dress somehow still trying to stay on. The straps had fallen and the skirt still bunched up around her waist, her slickened core exposed as she spreads her legs slightly.
Kristen watches me with wide eyes as I undress. When I’m down to just my briefs I start to make my way closer to the bed. She bites her lower lip and I let her gaze wander over my body as I give her a show. I tuck my thumbs into the waist of my underwear and glide them over my legs and let them fall to the floor. My dick springs free and Kristen’s eyebrows raise.
I join her on the bed as she scoots just a little further from the edge.
“You’re overdressed for this next bit.”
She wiggles her hips underneath me. “I’ll need you unzip me.” Kristen rolls over. The bunched dress highlights her perfect ass like a picture frame.
I ease the zipper down before sliding the material over her body. I move aside so she can slip the dress off. I mimic her original pose of laying back to watch her remove the rest of her clothes. Her lace bra looks like it barely contains her boobs, she goes to unhook it and remove it. Her naked body on full display now.
Breathtaking.
I’m at a loss for words. She crawls her way over to straddle me. Once she is on top of me, with my cock basically pressing against her stomach, she leans forward to kiss me. it’s soft at first, as if easing us back into the mood that never dissolved. Her tongue lightly grazes mine.
Kristen wraps one hand around my shaft and starts to move up and down. My arousal throbbing in her palm. She deepens the kiss as she changes the pressure of her grip. I can’t get enough of her touch.
She’s driving me crazy.
Like a ball of knots being pulled tighter with each kiss and touch.
With one hand I hold her lower back and keep her pressed firmly against my chest. I need more. I gently bite her lower lip. Her nails pinch my skin as she grips my back and moans.
She pulls away ever so slightly as she kisses my jaw and nuzzles her face into the crook of my chest.
“Do you have a condom?” her voice throaty as she asks.
I chuckle as I hold her tightly. I kiss her head and reply, “Yes, in the nightstand.” She peels herself off me to grab protection. She hops right back onto the bed with the box.
“Now we don’t have to tear ourselves apart.” She kisses my cheek. Before she can even open the box, I make a move to be the one on top. She giggles as I start to kiss her lips once more. I take the box from her and pull a condom out. I roll it over my dick as she watches.
I love having her eyes on me. Her full attention and affection.
“Seth,” her lips are swollen from the kissing, “I’m ready.” Her breasts rise and fall with her labored breathing. I kiss her nose, her lips, her jaw, and then lightly flick my tongue over one of her nipples.
She gasps at the action. I take the bud into my mouth. Running my tongue over it as I pinch the other ever so slightly. Kristen arches her back pressing her core against my crotch, my balls tighten as she squirms beneath me.
“Seth,” she pants.
I love the way she says my name.
I switch which nipple is in my mouth and her head tilts back, her eyes closed and hands gripping the comforter.
I rub the tip of my member against her entrance. It’s slick and warm. I enter her slowly at first until I’m all the way in before I start to thrust. Kristen moans incoherently as she starts to rock her hips. Her actions take me in deeper, but not deep enough. I maneuver her hips closer.
Then I lift both her legs so her ankles are on either side of my head. My hands hold her thighs as I start to plunge into her once more. I increase my speed. We’re both glistening in sweat and panting. I release one of her legs and slide Kristen on her side before pulling her closer once more to take her in a different position.
Holding one leg extended I’m able to slam into her from a different angle. Her nails dig into my thigh as she grits her teeth. I quicken my pace. She shouts my name as her core contracts, pulling me in just a smidge deeper. That’s all that it takes to send me over the end. I rock my hips, letting my cock empty before pulling it out.
I release her leg as she lays one arm over her head and the other on her stomach.
“Wow.” Her face is flushed and she’s trying to catch her breath. I toss the condom and the wrapper in the attached bathroom and bring her a glass of water.
“It wasn’t like that before,” she murmurs as she sips the water.
I shake my head in agreement.
“You never did get your cake.” I take the glass from her.
“I think I’m going to fall asleep in the next five minutes Seth, no joke.” she chuckles.
Kristen borrows a shirt to sleep in and we go about a somewhat well-orchestrated nighttime routine. Like two dancers who just met nailing the big finale.
No, it’s like things have fallen into place like old times.
She nestles into the bed next to me. Her body fits perfectly next to mine. Soon Kristen is lightly snoring and I’m still wide awake.
The sex was amazing, everything felt so natural. The balls of knots in my stomach made up of worries and concerns seem to be unraveling with each moment I spend with Kristen.
Maybe we are meant to be together.
Maybe we should give it a second chance.
Surely, she feels the same after tonight and how effortlessly things moved along. Nobody sleeps with an ex-partner without still having feelings for them. Right?