Seducing [m]y old [f]wb after a month of no sex... | 2016

David and I were going to the movies and I was crabby as fuck. He'd invited me, but earlier in the day he implied that I was supposed to have some kind of plan for the evening -- typical of this guy, never wanting to make an effort with plans. We hadn't seen each other in a month, hadn't had sex in a month and a half. I was pretty sure our tenure as FWB had come to an end. Couple that with the fact that I'd just broken it off with someone I'd been seeing for a couple weeks, and it was a recipe for a bad mood.

For the first full hour, I barely spoke to him. We drove to the theater in silence. I started to feel a little bad after he apologized for acting like a jerk earlier in the day, so I said I was sorry that I wasn't talkative but that I'd had a shitty day.

Just before our movie started, it occurred to me that the theatre sells booze. We each got one, and then I got another. By the time we left the theatre I was shuffling my feet and getting ready to pass out (I am the world's cheapest drunk, and I hadn't eaten much).

We got to his car and headed back to his place, me with my eyes closed offering random drunken tidbits. Getting back to his place, I strolled in and laid down on his bed, dozing. He sat in a chair opposite the bed for the longest time, before I sort of "came to" and told him that if he got on the bed, I wasn't going to try and seduce him.

We lay side-by-side for a couple of hours in the dark, just talking and taking turns accusing the other of falling asleep. I said I was cold and he put his arms around me and we spooned -- of course with my assurance that I wa not trying to seduce him. I have a pretty high libido to begin with, but combined with the fact that a) I was drunk and b) I've always found this friend of mine incredibly sexy (we were FWB for a while this summer), and conditions were right for me to reach back and start rubbing his cock through his jeans.

He let out some soft moans while I stroked him, alternating between long rubs up his shaft and cupping/stroking his balls. After a couple of minutes, I felt him begin to thrust gently against my hand. This continued for about half an hour: me stroking him through his jeans, him moaning and occasionally reaching around to roughly cup my breast through my shirt and bra. This was typical foreplay for us -- nice and slow. It usually led to slow, passionate sex.

My hand got tired after a bit and I stopped and rolled onto my back. David was suddenly on top of me, kissing me hard and pushing his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my breast hard and squeezed, causing me to cry out -- in pleasure, just flirting with pain. This was so unlike him -- he had never been an aggressive lover, just a passionate one. He was usually so much more measured and slow -- the change of pace was hot, and I kissed him back just as hard, our tongues intertwining, moaning into each other's mouths.

At some point my shirt came off, and then his pants were down around his knees. His mouth almost never left mine. He would rub my tongue with his and then stop to give me rapid-fire smaller kisses. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down just a bit, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from David's mouth. The noises he was making were making me so wet; I could feel my panties getting slicker by the minute. He was normally quiet during sex, save for the occasional moan as he came. The sounds he was making were unusual but definitely welcome.

He was so frenzied; I had to stop and ask if he was all right. "Yeah," he replied, "you just got me really turned on", before plunging his tongue into my mouth again.

I pushed him onto his back and kissed down his neck, then chest, then stomach, trying to contain my own excitement as he grunted and groaned loudly. I got to his cock and took it into my mouth, careful not to spend too much time on it -- he was so worked up I worried he might come before he was even inside me. I kissed back up his belly to his neck, and bit his earlobe which brought forth a moan and an "Oh, God..."

Before I could think what to do next, he'd flipped me onto my back and was kissing down my belly. David will usually linger with his lips on my torso, kissing everywhere, for about ten minutes before heading south. Not this time. He couldn't get to my pussy fast enough, and when he did, he positively dove in with his tongue. It caught me by surprise and I cried out and grabbed at his head between my legs. I could feel his tongue on my lips, on my clit, circling around and flicking back and forth. At one point I felt him stiffen his tongue and put it inside me. I was grunting with animalistic pleasure -- I couldn't stop myself. I could hear the wet sounds of his lips on my pussy and I thought I would pass out from the combination of the sounds with the sight of him looking up at me and the feel of his lips and tongue devouring my pussy. I felt an orgasm coming and bucked against his head, but he didn't miss a beat. He kept right on tonguing my wetness until I myself coming again.

"Fuck me," I said, "Oh, God, fuck me please." We don't do a lot of dirty talk -- he doesn't really seem into it -- but the words escaped my mouth before I could even think about them. He slid up my body and began furiously kissing me again. I could feel my own wetness on his beard. I usually get pretty wet, but this was the first time I could actually taste myself on him. I took my palm and giggled as I wiped my cum off his chin, and he just smiled before pressing his mouth to mine again.

He sat up suddenly and grabbed hold of his cock. I felt him rub the head of it up and down my slit, which was absolutely soaking -- I could feel my own wetness sliding out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass. With one fluid motion, he thrust his bare cock into me with a loud grunt. I cried out and grasped at his sides, and I heard myself moan, "Oh fuck, I missed that." He thrust again once or twice, the two of us moaning in unison, before he pulled out to put on a condom and get his pants the rest of the way off.

I got a moment to breathe before he was on top of me again, once again teasing my pussy with the tip of his cock. I pushed my hips upward and he slid into my warm wetness with ease. "Oh my God, you feel so good," I moaned as he wrapped his arms around me and began to thrust in and out. Our bodies found the rhythm we'd figured out those months before almost immediately, and we moved together, moaning and grunting the whole way. My legs were shaking, he was moaning into my mouth, it was the most desperate fuck I'd ever had and I was fucking loving it. He had to stop after every couple of thrusts to keep from coming too soon -- this from a guy who usually lasts at least half an hour on average.

He suddenly bent his head down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, biting it lightly. The dual sensation of his rock-hard cock in my pussy and his tongue and teeth on my nipple caused me to nearly scream in pleasure -- I moaned louder than I ever have before. The sound of me crying out so loudly caused David to match my volume and increase the pace of his thrusts.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me come," he gasped between thrusts.

"I want you to come," I whispered in his ear.

His moans grew louder still, and I knew he was close. "Come for me," I panted. "Please come for me."

David let out a loud yell and I knew he was coming. I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him hard into me as he moaned and grunted and thrusted -- his orgasm lasted a full minute and he was shaking by the time he finished. I pulsed my Kegel muscles, milking every last drop of cum out of his balls.

We lay in silence for five minutes, him inside me, the two of us panting, trying to catch our breath. After a time David slowly pulled himself out, kissed me, and said with a sly smile, "I think that counts as seducing me."