C21 Joana

And, buying everything I thought about my affair with Dennis was nothing related to a mere friendship, it was enough just for that bottle of wine of yours to end for us to see ourselves moored to each other. Dennis was a strong, handsome, powerful man, and he gave me an unusual boner. I didn't always need some stimulus to feel ready for him "and with that I just want to romanticize the term "get absurdly wet"", so it all started with a kiss and I already knew where it would end.

That night, I had no plans to finish in Dennis' bed. In fact, we had kept the conversation in his living room to avoid repeating like the other times when we ended up in the upper rooms of his house and totally involved in that sexual torpor. However, even that didn't help, because it didn't take long for the conversation to fully distance itself from the main subject. Between one cup and another, Dennis got close enough to rub

"This was so fast that I didn't even notice when it happened," he said in an alarming and seductive tone.

"Not even I" whispered, supporting my empty cup on the coffee table in front of us. Dennis' hands squeezed me harder, as if he thought I would get up from one hour to the next. Instead, I just threw a seductive smile in his direction. " But, dear judge, I need to say that I love our ease of connection.”

"It's out of this world," he agreed, giggling. The sound of that laugh made me close my eyes and get goosebumps. Dennis cursed softly, before lowering his head and kissing a point on my neck. "I don't think I've ever made a mistake as big as letting you escape me.”

I was tense, despite the pleasure that spread through my skin, with each new touch of it. His tongue traced a wet line and heated by my skin, and I couldn't help but remember how many times he did the same thing in places much lower than my neck. My whole heart turned through the memory, wishing he would do that. Well, the other sensible part of my body, usually the predominant one, was a little bothered by the direction of the subject. I never liked to talk about the end of our relationship. After all, it was his fault.

"I didn't think we were going to talk right now" I shot in a soft tone, Dennis laughed against my neck. Rays of pleasure resounded through my skin, and my toes shrunk minimally by the torturous and strange sensation. I would never understand that kind of connection. And even more so why no man was able to do the same as him. "And, in fact, I don't think this kind of subject is not fair.”

Dennis, damn it, lowered one of his hands to my legs, climbing provocatively. My muscles reacted on their own, and little by little I opened the way for him. Thank God I had taken a shower after getting home and coming to his house. So, instead of the usual social suit, I was wearing a long and tight dress. So, when he understood my easy access to the intimate region, he did not hesitate to climb the dress and venture there.

" But I like the way you blush when we talk about delicate subjects like that," he said still in my ear. "I like how you react when you realize that sex alone will never be enough for both of us.”

I got angry. Dennis was wonderful, but a first-rate kid. He made me suffer on unimaJessyble scales when he ended our relationship and returned with his ex-wife, only to then keep coming back to me at each end of them. I didn't know who was worse. He's for being an asshole. Or me for always falling in love with the worst types of men. In fact, I think the prize was all mine, since he wasn't the only one I had to refuse calls from time to time, for an extra round of sex without commitment.

"Let me blush in other ways" I asked in a provocative tone, so I dragged myself out of his lap, making a point of rubbing my intimate part still inside the panties and protected by the dress in his erection already visible by the black dress pants. I stood up. "Or better yet, don't even do that. Just fuck me, judge. That's what we want, at the end of the day.”

"So why are you running out of my reach? "He asked, stretching his hands to get me.

Gently, I dodged, giving a friendly and perverse smile. Dennis sighed. A long time ago he had said that I would get anything from a man with a smile like that. I had believed it a long time ago, and he used to use that gun with himself. And it always worked.

A palpitation began to rise through my vagina, but I knew it came from the core, from the deepest space of my body. It was a feeling of pressure and heat that took over everything I was, spreading through my skin and my blood, sliding with fire and cold inside me.

The feeling of being under the penetrating and sensual gaze of Dennis, especially in a pre-sex situation, was as if I was going to erupt at any moment, totally taken by those extreme sensations, which easily left me with the feeling of loss of notion of prudence.

I breathed and let out the air slowly, satisfied to realize the manly and fully carnal look that Dennis threw at me, knowing that I would only have a few seconds for him to decide to grab me and end all that as soon as possible. I said, the energy between us was different to the point of something like that. One thing that just with the look, we were already in a total state of alert. An attraction that went beyond the sexual, but it was all we had.

I didn't hesitate for a moment when I pulled the bars of my dress over my head, gently climbing the fabric through my skin, knowing that he would be writhing to do that with his own hands. Dennis wouldn't let me masturbate alone before our sex, because he wanted that moment to be his too. The man had even made fun of just touching my intimacy and listening to me moan. It was strange, but hot. Very hot.