The Last Time [m/f] | 2016

The second I got back to the apartment, I knew something was up. Carrie's car was there. Any other Tuesday evening in the summer, she would have already been at the bar getting a head start on me. I turn the door and it only clicks, locked. Maybe she decided to walk, I wonder.

Pushing the door open, she's waiting for me on the other side, not wearing her usual "going out" clothes, but a pair of jeans and a button-down plaid shirt. She wordlessly looks me straight in the eye, a rarity these days, and wraps me up in a firm hug, cocking her head to kiss me softly on the neck. As I close the door behind me, she turns around and backs up, pressing her round, soft ass into me.

After six months without sex it doesn't take much to get me going. Our relationship had been in hospice for about that long, if not longer. The opposite of the honeymoon phase. The phase where you know it's already over, you've done all you can but there's no saving it.

She bends over slowly and I put my hands on her wide hips, grinding her into me. As she stands back up, my hands follow up her sides, wrapping around to caress her breasts as I place a love bite on the lower part of her neck. She stretches her neck out acceptingly, offering a barely audible moan.

By now, my cock is straining against the newfound tightness in my jeans, pressing hard against her ass, a mere few layers of cloth separating them. She turns around and goes straight down to her knees on the hard linoleum of the entryway. Before I know it, she's fiddling with my belt buckle, unbuttoning my waistband. She's pulling down my pants and boxers together with enthusiasm I haven't seen since we were first together 3 years ago. I sigh in relief as my cock is freed to the open air, rock hard, a tiny drop of clear precum threatening to drip off the end. She catches it with her tongue.

I rest my hands on her shoulders as she runs her tongue sensuously down the underside of my cock and back to the head, pausing a moment to breathe a blast of hot air. Without warning she stands back up and turns to leave the room, saying "You're gonna like this," as she trails off downstairs. These, the first words she's said to me in two days.

I peel the rest of my work clothes off and toss them on the couch, moving onto the more comfortable carpet of the living room. She eventually emerges from the stairway wearing nothing but a black Victoria's Secret thong, sauntering over to me and again turning around to grind her ass against my aching, desperate cock.

Back on her knees, she wastes no time accepting my cock fully into her mouth, holding it by the base in her left hand as she bobs her head up and down, occasionally flicking her tongue against my sensitive glans. She brings her right hand up, palm upwards, to cup my balls, using her index and middle finger to gently massage my perineum.

Hardly able to catch my breath from the tidal waves of pleasure coursing through my body, I wrap my left hand around the back of her neck, firmly grasping and pulling at the dirty blond hair on the back of her head. She lets out a stifled moan and that subtle vibration is enough to make me realize I'm dangerously close to the edge.

"Hold on," I say, looking down as she meets my gaze, "it's your turn."

"No," she replies, casting her eyes back down, "this is for you."

She starts back up again, now stroking my cock with her left hand, following the path of her full, flushed lips. Picking up the pace, she lets out another muffled moan and I start to feel chain reaction starting, pushed past the point of no return, I can barely manage to meekly whisper, "Ok."

She leans back just in time, presenting her full, pert breasts, her right arm bent under to support them as she continues stroking me with her left hand. Electric shocks of pleasure wracking my body from head to toe, I lose control, watching helplessly as rapid pulses of white hot cum splash against her chest, dripping down onto her stomach and legs, onto the carpet.

"Holy shit," is all that escapes my mouth as I try to catch my breath and regain my composure.

She stands up and goes to the bathroom to clean herself up. And me, standing there, for some reason I can't help but feel lonelier than ever.