I've been bad

I know...I know...it's been 5 months. How could I stop writing after 5 months. Well, truth be told, I couldn't write.

After the funeral, I couldn't bring myself to even want to talk about anything. Especially sex. I went back to the ex. I figured he was safe. Unfortunately, there is no physical attraction. So after 5 months, I called Blane again.

I dressed for the awards banquet with him in mind. The black corset I picked out was lace. The stockings were sheer and black with lace trim at the top. The shoes....my ruby red slippers...had 3 inch heels. They matched my purse perfectly (that part was for me not him).

I did the banquet for the required 3 hours..then did the after party drinks with some co workers...and then it was time to leave. I called and told him I was on my way. He was at a bar, so he told me he'd meet me. If he wasn't there, just go on in.

I got to his house and walked through the backdoor. He wasn't there yet, so I decided to make myself comfortable.

I took the dress off, but left everything else. The heels, the stockings, the corset...I lit the candle that I had won at the raffle that night, and propped myself up on his pillows.

Of course, I fell asleep. But woke up to his lips pressed against the mounds of my breasts. His hands popped open the clasps of the corset and my breasts spilled out. His hands then moved down to my legs. He felt the stockings, but decided to leave them. His fingers started dancing across my clit. I came within seconds and was ready to feel him inside me.

But he had other plans. He then pressed his knee against my pussy. He held my hands above my head and pressed his knee harder. He moved it up and down. The pressure felt amazing. As his mouth moved over my body, I started squirming. That just intensified the pressure between my legs. Within seconds I was coming again.

As I started to scream, he removed his knee and replaced it with his dick. He grabbed my legs and pulled them up. He crossed my ankles and threw my shoes across the room. He pressed my feet agains his chest and begin to pound into me. I knew that with that position, he was a mere centimeters from my G-spot. It didn't take long before he found it. I came again.

3 times in less than 30 minutes...I was spent, but he kept going. He wasn't finished with me. He pushed my legs to the side of his and entered me from the side. I told him, I wouldn't last much longer...he was fucking me and he wasn't going to stop any time soon.

I knew I had to help move things along, so I reached behind him and grabbed his balls. I started massaging them, rolling them around in my palm, like stress balls. I knew that it wouldn't be long before he was would come. He looked at me and smiled.

"It won't work," he whispered. "I've been waiting for you to come back for months. Just in case you change your mind, I want this to last."

I didn't know how to respond, and I dropped my hand to my side. He rolled me back on my back, and slowed down his movements.

He lay on top of me with his legs on top of mine. It amazed me how well he felt against my skin. I told him, that it was time. He started to move against me again. I clenched the muscles inside me to hold him tight. The faster he moved, the tighter I squeezed. He closed his eyes. I knew it was my moment. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. I started to buck underneath him and then he came.

He lay next to me and wrapped me in his arms. I pulled away, so that I could get dressed.

"Why do you always leave as soon as we finish?" he asked. I stopped and turned to look at him.

"Don't change the rules now." I told him. I put my clothes on and left.