Break-up fuck

Pushing everything off the table, he reached for her and lost himself for a while in her doe-like eyes staring at him with lust, love and pain. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to his flesh, their skins meeting through the barrier of their clothes and warmth spreading like fire on petrol.

He breathed in her smell, bending down to lick her neck. A trail of him swept on the side of her neck and she breathed in deep to elongate her neck. Their hearts were two but the beats were same – a thump for a thump, matching every high note. Tingles ran through her spine and wetness started pooling in her knickers.

She reached for his hair and tugged on them - the thick, soft curls pulled a groan from him. His lips on her neck were kissing and biting, while she roamed her hands over his strong back. Her hands moved over his neck, over his collar and down to his front. She wanted to feel his skin, his defined abs and prominent muscles, and undid a button of his.

He moved a step back and pecked her lips. A kiss so quick, she believed she imagined it. Her breathing was heavy, and eyes lusty; his lips had done their work and she was wet and fresh with bite marks.

His hand moved through his hair and his hooded eyes undressed her at the spot. He pulled on his tie and moved behind her. Placing the tie over her eyes, he tied a knot.

He blew in her ear and placed a soft kiss, then undid his belt from his trousers. He loosely hanged the belt around her neck and started undoing the top buttons of her blue shirt dress held by a belt at the waist.

“You remember what I said?” he whispered in her ear and a chill ran down before her brain could form a reply.

“Yes” she stuttered and remembered their deal. When he asked her to get put, she pleaded
forgiveness but still she couldn’t bring herself to share her real problem. So when forgiveness was denied, she begged him for one last time. She begged him to hold her in his hands and make her feel things only he’d ever done.

This was their last fuck – a break up fuck. And though it was sad, he promised it would be the fuck of a lifetime.

“When you are lying satiated beside a lover new, you’ll remember this day and the way I made you feel. You’ll remember the things I did and words I whispered, hoping against hope that your new dick fills you like I will today. I promise you darling, though you never trusted me, you’ll never forget the way I fuck you today.” He had said, and his words were filled with a sexual desire so wild and promises so dirty, she had shivered just imagining things he might do.

He gave a promise but he asked her of one. For today her body was his, completely his and she agreed quite eagerly. ‘Grandma’ was the safe word but she knew she wouldn’t have the need to use it.

With her eyes closed and drenched in darkness, her skin grew far more reactive and sensitive to his delicate touches. Every button he popped open, he would trail a little line over the newly naked skin and small touches as these, shot electricity through her body.

Her body grew warmer with every button undone, and when the last one was done, he stood up and whispered, “Who will save you now, darling?”

He undid her belt and pushed the garment to the floor, to be presented with a view he had imagined many a times in his dreams. Her heavy blossom was heaving up and down, enclosed in a white lace bra. He went down on his knees and pushed his thumbs in the sides of her white lace panties, ran his nose along her slit and smelled her nectar.

He kissed her navel and pulled them down to her feet and then off her heels. He looked up and bit his lower lip, her outer folds were covered in slight stubble and they glistened with the wetness he had caused.

He undid her bra to reveal a thirst trap. Round, firm and huge, they were handful in his big hands.
Two rubbers, sensitive and erect stood atop her beautiful breasts; he bent low and pecked both of them.

Naked and blindfolded with a belt around her neck, she stood there anticipating and heaving. He carried her to the table and sat her on it. He took both her hands forward and tied them with his belt, and pushed her gently so she lied down on the cold table.

The cold clashed with the warmth in her skin, and a shiver of both cold and desire ran through her body. She lay there breathing and waiting, and every second that nothing happened, her fear and annoyance combined to increase her desire.

He heard his footsteps, moving farther away and then nothing. Her heart beat increased and her brain started providing all things that could go wrong. A soft, sensual music started playing and for once, her brain shut up. She heard footsteps coming near over the music and then they stopped.

His fingertips trailed over every inch of her skin and she squirmed, just like a bitch in heat.

His lips trailed the line of his fingertips and his hot, wet tongue was wanted in the junction in between her legs. He licked her nipples and a trailed a finger over her lips, a kiss on her upper lips and then they were down.

His lips are exquisite and out of this world. She didn’t know anything else that could describe them. The warmth, the pressure and the movement were so accurate for pleasure - he could run a school to teach oral.

She bit her lip to control her moan when his tongue flicked a particularly sensitive spot. His tongue repeated the motions and pleasure built in the depths of her belly.

“You are not allowed to come” he whispered over her rosebud and she whispered, “Please”

After some delicious flicks of his tongue, she could take no more and moaned, “So close, Please”

She waited for his approval so she could finish, but instead he moved away from her. She missed his warmth instantly and her bud jumped of pressure. She reached down with her bound hands to touch herself, but she was swatted away.

“Please” she whispered.

“No” he chuckled and kissed her lips, the ones on her face. Their tongues met and wildfire started.

There was no battle for dominance; she had already given over so she simply enjoyed him in her mouth.

He pulled her up and on her feet. He sat down on hi chair and bent her over his knees. The spanks were promised, and he would take it up on her offer. He caressed the soft flesh of her behind and jiggled them in his hands.

“Baby, hold on, you are in for quite a ride. All your insolence will be punished” he said and hit her flesh.

“Ow” she moaned.

The sound was sensuous but dangerous here, so he picked up her discarded panties and stuffed it in her mouth.

He hit her again, on the other side and she moaned. The panties muffled her noise and he continued his assault. She squirmed over his knees as he spanked her butt, her juices drenching his pants.

Her breasts were resting over his arousal and every time he hit, it twitched.

They were trapped in an arousal circle. His spanks aroused both of them, his twitches stimulated her breasts which aroused her further and her squirming aroused him further.

After ten, he stopped and caressed her slightly red buttocks. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on both of her cheeks and stood her up.

He pulled the panties out of her mouth, seemingly wetter than they were before and gently asked,

“Was that okay? Are you hurt?”

She took a breath and shook her, her arousal made her head fuzzy and she couldn’t frame a sentence.

“My only complaint is why didn’t you do it sooner?” she asked and smiled.

He kissed her again and the passion they felt exploded together.

This was the last time they were embracing like that and a sudden sadness gripped them. They could imagine the physical pain they would feel with every passing day of them not together, but for now they decided, they were going to enjoy the moment.

They were going to enjoy each other.