C23 Joana

Dennis pressed me against his body, drinking everything he could from me, looking as enveloped by that feeling of rapture as I did. Our sounds mixed, and they weren't necessarily moans, but they seemed. We couldn't let go, because our mouths and tongues had met after a few months without contact, and the sounds we produced were a melody of our own. A melody that our body longed for.

The horniness took over both of them, throwing everything up and spreading it around us. The feeling was the same as being in the eye of a hurricane, right in the face of a disaster of natural beauty. It was crazy to feel that kind of thing. At a certain point, I even forgot who we were, what had taken us there. I let Dennis work on my body, mold me to yours, wanting to disappear and become part of it.

I pulled Dennis' shirt, not caring if I had broken some buttons in the process. He also didn't care, he interrupted the kiss just to pull his shirt out and throw it away, then devoured me with his lips again.

Dennis pulled me even more into his lap, keeping my legs open, fitting without difficulty between them. With a soft movement, my intimacy ended up leaning even more against his cock, and her moisture spread against him. The contact only became even more cruel when Dennis had to raise his hips to pull his pants, and my intimacy reacted thinking it would be penetrated.

" Holy shit," I murmured between kisses. "Fuck me soon, for God's sake.”

Dennis smiled, but didn't dare to do more than that. As soon as he got rid of his pants, his second move was to lie down on the couch. I used to be on top. Dennis liked to cum while noticing the swing of my breasts in the air, but that day, he was different. With more emotion and feelings than on normal days. In any other situation I would have stopped the sex and left. Avoided disappointing me. Avoided creating expectations.

But, as the good Scorpio I was, I stayed there. I knew that the kisses and that absurd desire would deceive me to the point of thinking that the man loved me, that the delicacy with which he put himself on me so as not to hurt, would make me think that we would have a second chance to make all that shit official. However, as I was naughty, I stayed there. And I let him deceive me.

Dennis held my face as he deepened the kiss, as he pushed himself into me, hungry and strong. I gasped with the feeling of that thick member inside me, undulating my body below it, without any control of that lasciviousness. We stopped being human at that moment. I remembered the various documentaries about animals in heat, which literally didn't care about sounds, gestures or predators around.

I remembered how all the animals, even the cutest, became wild inside another, as my nails clung to Dennis' back. As we sought the greatest possible contact we could get in that sex, giving ourselves to that delicious pleasure of unexpected sex.

As a true professional in that matter, I begged for a little more of Dennis' movements. I moved my hips at your pace, and asked for more speed and more strength. My nails would leave marks, they would definitely leave, mainly because Dennis' strength was partly because of that pain I was causing.

There was a point where I must have exaggerated the supplications or scratches, because Dennis stopped while moaning deeply and turned my back. That's why I loved strong men. They never had the freshness of normal men of not knowing how to treat the bulky body of a woman like mine. But men like Dennis... Holy shit. He didn't even make an effort to turn around, raise my hips, and penetrate me again.

And that position was to kill. Dennis bit my shoulder, as he stocked deeply, up to my uterus. He grunted against my ear, holding me by one of his shoulders, as he knelt behind me.

One of Dennis' legs remained bent, while the other was still on her knees. With that, he had more strength to pump in, and... Holy shit... I totally lost control in that position, but Dennis was good at reaching the best places with few movements.

I cried when he pulled me by the hip with his free hand, hitting my ass against his groin. The sound of the palm of our skins, of the lasciviousness in its most perfect form, set me on fire. And it got even worse when the hand on my hip surrounded my thigh, easily finding my pussy, and his fingers began to torture my clitoris.

I went totally crazy. Really. I lost all my temper when I moaned shamelessly. And by crying out for his name. By returning every movement he made with his body. Our skins clashed, sweated, and burned with lascivious desire. I ended up cumming without any effort, without any control of that.

That unbearable desire burst inside me, like a firework that was always ready for that moment. I knew that feeling very well. I had experienced the best orgasms with Dennis. But it was still always something that left me in the clouds. And it was even more magical when he could reach the apex at the same time as me, pulsing and surrendering with all that feral energy.

In the end, we collapsed against the couch. Tired, sweaty, with no energy for anything but snuggle up to each other. Dennis left me before rolling to the side, and my hair melted against his chest as I slid freely around my head. Dennis' fingers went up and down my back, spreading a soft and still seductive caress.

"Don't start again," I murmured softly. "My plan wasn't to end the night like that.”

"It never ends differently," he said, kissing the top of my head.

Worse than it was true. Although the kiss is not common among us. The sex was. And quality sex on top of that. That kind that only a complete crazy person wouldn't come back the next day for another dose. And Dennis was a real bastard for affecting me like that. I couldn't even remember how it all started that night. I didn't even remember why the hell it was there.

Dennis shouldn't remember either, because when I slid my head to the side, in order to see his face, I noticed his expression completely lost in the void. He noticed that I was looking and giggled, before kissing me on the tip of my nose. I blinked in front of the gesture, a little strange with the emotion that appeared in my chest. It was just another kiss. No big deal after all that bitching we went through in seconds before.

Even so, it was something new. And it was even more disconcerting when he kept watching me after the delicate kiss and holding my chin to take me to his mouth again. Dennis deposited a wet and noisy kiss on my mouth. A kiss of possession. I could very well have turned my face, refused. The sex was over. The kiss was no longer necessary.

Still, I reciprocate. I was dumb enough to put my feelings above anything else. And I got carried away by the comforting feeling of Dennis' arms around me. The fire inside my body went out, because there wasn't much left of me for another dose of sex. However, some small flames rekindled with that kiss. A very stupid and youthful kind of hope.

It was wrong. He was my ex-boyfriend. The person who left me in such deep sadness that I spent days eating ice cream and marathoning movies about single women to feel less unlucky in love life.

That seductive and wonderful man had changed me to come back with his ex-wife, and only called me when she couldn't be with him. I was the second option. Sometimes until Wednesday. It was one thing to humiliate me just for the incomparable sex. It was totally different to let that kind of approach happen.

My lips let Dennis in, and his tongue touched mine with affection and care. My interior melted, and it wasn't out of horniness or desire. I didn't want to recognize that feeling. I didn't let my mind turn in assumptions of what we could have been if that ex-wife had never resurfaced in her path. I left that aside because it wasn't worth thinking about.

And Dennis, even though he was the man of my dreams, my most valuable consumer dream, wasn't worth it either. He dismissed me. He still called me for those moments, just to remind me how good he was and hard to match another. He was an idiot. And I deserved more.

When he stopped kissing me, I just settled better against his chest and was silent. Words were not necessary. I didn't even think about telling Dennis that I'd rather not listen to anything. He had already understood that the distance only increased in the countless times we made the mistake of wanting to sketch feelings at the end of sex.

I didn't notice when I fell asleep. I didn't notice when Dennis took me to his bed and lay down with me. And I couldn't let my pride beat me when he ran his arms around my waist and allowed me to sleep next to him. The way we haven't done it in months.