One More Time — Annabeth Leong

Finally, Grace managed to pry Neil away from the usual group of bar friends for drinks alone until the place closed, for old times’ sake. Three beers in, Neil confessed that he still thought of her, and Grace just smiled, tugging her earring. He’d given it to her, and he noticed, touching it, too. “You still have that?” he said.

“I still have a lot of things,” Grace said.

One hour later, they stumbled to a cab together, tripping over addresses, mixing up his and hers. Neil stepped in and gave the driver his, authoritatively, for both of them. Grace let him lead her in as if the place was new to her, but all the while her body sang as she reclaimed her familiar ground, settled into what should have been hers all this time.

They sat together on the couch, beside the plant she’d bought that he hadn’t yet managed to kill, and Grace stroked his back while they talked. They both kept pretending this was just a visit, just a conversation to catch up a bit.

As the night wore on, Neil sagged against her. Grace shifted so the back of his head rested against her nipples, breathing in the smell of his cologne and not yet allowing herself to bury her face against the side of his neck.

He was the one who turned towards her, smiling with the foolish glee of alcohol and nostalgia. She opened her mouth easily to his kiss, guiding him onto her, arranging his body like a blanket, as if she could pull him up over her face and shut out all of winter and loneliness.

Grace drifted her hands under Neil’s clothes, finding smooth and yielding skin, sensitive spots that she knew, old scars she had to touch. “I need you.” She hoped he wouldn’t hear, but he did.

Above her, Neil paused, his face softening and wrinkling, looking older. He kissed her again, his tongue rejecting her this time even as it slipped between her lips. “You know we can’t,” he said. “It never works with us.”

But she knew this protest. She knew him. Grace shifted beneath him so he could feel her sex hot around his thigh. “I know,” she said, but her hands kept moving, her fingertips under his jeans toying with the waistband of his boxers. “You don’t have to stay,” she said. “We should forget about this.”

He glared at her and laughed, propping himself up on one arm so he could rub his face with the other. “You don’t mean that at all.”

“Of course I don’t. I still want you.” She wasn’t sure which of them was helpless as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down hard against her. All Grace could think was that he didn’t resist and she needed this one more time.

Neil still laughed into her mouth, shaking his head even as his hands joined hers in opening buttons and peeling off layers. “We’re such idiots.”

Grace didn’t answer. She found the three birthmarks that ran down the side of his neck and kissed each one. Then she nibbled them until he caught his breath and paid attention.

He hauled them up so they sat on the couch facing each other, foreheads pressed together. They looked into each other’s eyes as if through glass. Grace wanted to break the barrier between them, and so she lifted her hand to his chest, naked now, and ran it down his stomach to his cock. It leaped to life when she stroked it, and she used it to pull him closer.

Neil moaned and leaned into her. Grace coaxed his cock all the way erect, telling him with her fingers that here and now he could trust her. “Let me make you feel good,” she whispered, dipping her head down and taking it into her mouth.

She held his cock gently, feeling how soft the skin was against her lips, cupping the soft warmth of his balls with tender palms. After a moment, Neil’s hand came down to stroke her hair. She suckled his cock like a pacifier, just tasting and feeling him, not trying to make him come at all.

Neil lay back and Grace cradled herself against his legs as she sucked. Moisture from his cock and her mouth gradually spread down her face and neck and onto his thighs, covering them both with their mingled scents. She sucked him just about forever, until her jaw and neck ached, and still she didn’t have enough of him. She closed her eyes to the pain, swirling her tongue over the smooth head of his cock.

“God,” Neil gasped eventually, and tugged Grace up off him, rolling them off the couch and onto the floor. He spread her legs and kissed between them and she ground her fists into the carpet to keep herself from trying to just pull his head inside.

She struggled up to one elbow so she could fumble inside the magazine basket for his secret stash of condoms, almost gasping with relief when they seemed dusty and neglected. Wordlessly, she handed one to him. She watched his face as he put it on, loving that he put the tip of his tongue in the corner of his mouth like a kid trying to concentrate in school.

They both moaned as he pushed inside her. “You feel so good I could come right now,” Neil said, punctuating the words with thrusts.

“Whatever you want,” Grace said, wrapping her legs around his and smoothing her hands along his back as if that could make him stay. He made her whole body ache. She tensed her thighs to catch his cock more tightly inside her.

“I want you to come.” He still knew how to make that happen. Neil bore down and ground against her, keeping his cock thrust deep and driving it in and out just the slightest bit. He kissed her with his whole mouth so she could have drowned in him.

Grace knew he could wait as long as he had to, and so she took her time, letting her body wind slowly up toward orgasm. She enjoyed the sensation of being full of him, enjoyed his tongue, enjoyed the sweat sticking their chests together. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she let all that burst out of her, gripping his back with her fingernails.

Only then did Neil move for himself, his cock firm and insistent as it milked the last of her orgasm and then spent itself inside her.

Grace didn’t want to speak or move, because then this one last time would be over. Neil played with her a little, moving his cock just to make her groan. But soon the rug itched against her back and he had softened enough to slip out of her.

“Remind me why we don’t work,” she said. She could never prevent her words from betraying her feelings when they lay together like this.

Neil put his finger over her lips. He hugged her and took her to his bed and held her all night against his chest. Grace stayed awake in his arms, breathing as quietly as she could. Even if she left in the morning, she couldn’t believe this was the last. There had to be one more time somewhere down the road. Had to.

__________________

Annabeth’s other sexy stories published here on Every Night Erotica can be found here.

Annabeth Leong’s erotica has been featured in Oysters and Chocolate and in Cleis Press’s Girl Crush, Passion, and Lesbian Cops anthologies. Other erotic adventures include technological erotica in Ravenous Romance’s Experimental anthology, an erotic retelling of The Six Swans forthcoming from Coming Together: Neat.  You may find Annabeth here: http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/.