Is this a good thing to celebrate? It makes me feel like a cheap slutty woman and an irresponsible mother.
I mean, having sex with my Ex-husband the first time I met him in three years. Don't you think we should have taken things a little bit slow here? To me, we are perverts without shame.
But me?
I don't mind at all. I want to feel those pleasurable things I used to when we were together in the past. I want to have his all today. I want to feel him inside me.
The whole of him. My body deserves it. My soul seeks for it. I've lost his taste of sex because I haven't had it in a long time. I hope today, right now, would give me what I've been begging for.
Make me beg for more, my sweetheart.
My fingers paced through his dark silky hair for a while, then migrated to his shirt. Exactly what I was thinking. He took it off himself, before I could ask for it. When he did that, I advised myself to do the same too.
Only thing left on me was a pair of black bra and my black skirt. He lifted me from the ground and placed me on the sofa. My breath hitch as he dropped me softly on the sofa. I watched him take off my skirt, exposing my black lingerie undies.
I don't feel shy getting exposed in front of the man I once married before. It's us. Just the two of us here.
When he unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor, I bit my lower lip, knowing how he stared at my bare erected nipples. I didn't feel embarrassed, nothing changed just that they're bigger than how they used to be before. I mean my boobs.
When he captured one into his mouth and cupped the other with his hand, I threw my head backwards, clutching onto his hair. I gasped in some air, biting my lower lip from moaning too loud.
After a while of sucking me up, his hands reached for my black lingerie undies and he took it off from me. Now, I see myself totally naked before him. When I realize how much I was wetting before him, I covered my thighs but he parted them quickly before I could.
"Are you shy like your virgin self?" He asked me, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trouser. His deep baritone voice is seductive enough for a woman to pounce on him. "It's just us, no one else."
Making me to remember our wedding night when he disvirgined me. My God, I can't forget that night. Anytime I remembers, it makes me blush. I cried that day, pain and pleasure swept in between like a thin layer of polaroid. But as time went on, when we began to have it often, I didn't feel the pains of my flesh or hymen breaking and tearing again. It was indeed sweet as people used to describe it. I never knew what I was missing until that day....
"Not that." I gulped when he tossed his trouser aside, leaving his black Dior boxer. I swear, I can see everything see-able right now. The curves of the massive erected cork. Way bigger than how I last saw it. "It's just that…..what if someone comes in and meet us like this?"
He didn't say a word at me. He turned his face to one side and said, "Cortana, will you seal up the doors for me?"
"Doors sealed." The smart household personal assistant replied. And I heard a little sound like things are locking up from every corner.
"See," His brows lifted. "Any other thing?"
I shook my head. No.
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On a contrary, we shouldn't have made love. I mean, he's my Ex and I am the same to him too. It shouldn't have happened since we're no longer together. Things can't be the same after what we just shared.
I got my satisfactory of lust over him. What I wanted to have ever since we parted ways has just been fed up. I feel lively again, unlike my mood when I first came in.
I really want things to work out for the both of us but same time I know how hard it'd be. It's three years now since we went separate ways. I know I took the lead to leave first but yet, I still want to stay by his side.
I can't stop thinking about us and now, I'll have to go home thinking about what just happened some minutes ago in the living room, especially on the sofa we planned on watching Netflix.
And that's brought my attention to the floor. The damaged remote control.
We laid closely on the sofa, it'd be wide but a bit still small for the both of our bodies to lean on. If we were on the bed, the covers would have covered our nudes, especially with all our clothes littered on the floor. But here on the sofa, we're likely exposed to the non-living things around us.
With my head on his bare chest, his arm around my shoulders and his finger training up and down my arm, I felt so protected, secured and loved. If there's one thing I don't want to do, is leaving his presence and missing the fragrance of his cologne.
"What would happen to the TV when the remote control is broken?" I asked, snuggling into his arm.
"Forget about it. I'll get another one later." He looked down on me with a small smile and kissed my forehead. "I couldn't be able to forgive myself these past three years. I'm the reason why you left with our kids. I hate myself for being deceived by Blanca and how I collided with her to steal the kids from you."
"They're all in the past now." I soothe him with a genuine smile, rubbing his bare chest with my hand softly. "We have to forget about certain things if we really have to move on. And that includes Blanca. She's late now."
His brows creased, "How did you know that?"
"Well," I shrugged, "Your mom told me about it when she came to see me at the office." I sighed, "She also told me…..you had an accident which leads to—"
"It was fake." He ran his hand through his face. And I sat up from the sudden shock. "Come on, don't give me that look. I did it for mom and Jenner when I realize that they've been helping and supporting Blanca all those times."