He was going through his suitcase, he didn’t hear me ask how his trip went.
“Don’t bother to answer me.”
He froze. Next, he’d grovel. His weakness would disgust me, I’d pick on him. Then I’d hate myself.
Wrong. He grabbed me, marched me to the couch, bent me over its arm. He had changed.
So had I, because I wanted him madly.
His new cologne made me tingle between my legs.
Before I knew it, he had my panties down around my ankles. I buried my face in a cushion to stop the spinning room. His belt buckle clanked on the floor.
There was the shock of the tip pushing in. Pain sparkled as his thickness stretched me.
When his balls slapped my clit, I went over the edge. Now you get it. I came in waves. That’s it, take it! “I love you.”
He didn’t hear me. He held my hips and fucked me rough. His thighs pushed the backs of my legs when he sunk it, holy shit.
Afterwards, I lay there thinking how everything between us had changed so fast.
I was right, because he got his suitcase and walked back out the door for good.
Carly Berg is a mammal from Texas. She begs the neighbors for sandwiches.