Tragically Beautiful

eight

Demi; (pov)

(sexual material)

I heard a knock on the door.

Throwing on some shorts and a grey tank top, I stopped in the mirror to take a quick look at my appeaerence. I had already taken off my makeup for the day. I had no one to impress, but that doesn't mean I didn't look like shit. It was already 12:30pm. I was expecting Wilmer to be home around this time, since he did have a business meeting today.

I walked open to open the door; as soon as I did, I jumped into Wilmer's arms. I missed him so fucking much, and I'm just going to put it out there, that's it's been well over a month since we have had sex.

"Oh baby." I exclaimed; "Please let's never fight again. I love you." Burying my head into the crook of his neck, he walked me into the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

With my legs around his waist, we kissed passionately and I gave him a look that indicated I was down tonight. He dropped me off onto the bed, and pinned me down, planting kisses all the way down my collarbone. I was so horny, and I didn't think I could make it through all the foreplay. I needed Wilmer's hands all over my body, and I needed him fast.

"Oh baby, just like that." His kisses turned me on even more. He knew exactly where my sweet spot was, and exactly what to do.

Pulling off my shirt, Wilmer continued to kiss down the valley of my boobs. Unclipping my bra, he caressed my breasts, while grinding his lower half against mine.

"Demi I love you." He repeated; "You are the most beautiful women alive."

He pulled off his shirt, and I nearly climaxed by just the view of his hot body. I could feel his bulge harden through his pants, as he continued to kiss me all down my upper half. His lips reached mine once again, and our tongues worked together. Catching our breath, Wilmer continued to kiss all down my body. As he got to my shorts, he looked up at me, as if he was asking for my permission. I smiled, as I gazed into his dreamy brown eyes, letting him know that it was alright.

I wasn't expecting this at all tonight, but I didn't mind. I missed him, and I haven't felt like shit as much lately.

I flipped us over, so I was on top, and as I kissed down the center of his stomach, I stopped at the rim of his pants, and unbuttoned them. He arched his back, allowing me to pull them off. He was left in his boxers, and I could see the form of his member through the fabric.

Also pulling down his boxers, I took him in my two hands, and kissed all around him. As I removed my own panties, I guided Wilmer inside of me, as I had the control, and straddled on top of him.

God how I missed this.

We were not rough. I never have liked rough sex. I was delicate, and romantic. The way I have always liked it. Sex means a lot to me, and I would never take it for granted. Wilmer knows how I feel, and I am so damn lucky to have someone who respects my point of view on it.

After we had both had climaxed, Wilmer and I continued to kiss passionately until around 1:00am when I rolled off of him, and laid by his side. He wrapped his arm around me, holding me in this assuring way, as if he were saying he would never let me go.

"I love you mi hermosa." Wilmer mumbled.

As I dug my head into his neck, I replied; "I love you too baby."

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The next morning I got up before Wilmer and headed to take a shower. About five or so minutes in, I heard the bathroom door open.