TWO OLD SWEETHEARTS

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[ W A R N I N G ]
RATED SPG - The following story contains mature themes that should not be read by children/minors. The violence and sexual content predominate. Please read this at your own risk.
   

[ N O T E ]
All characters in this work are purely fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Blinding flash of cameras are what I encounter on a daily basis. My life has been this way for half a decade now: recording songs, meet and greet, interviews, & mostly consist of meetings with people who wants to collaborate with me.

I closed the car door at once, leaning my back and letting out a sigh.

“Do I still have another meeting for today?” I asked my PA. “Dinner reservation for an event with Mr. Nazim”, she responded.

Along the way, I kept my composure. The restaurant was high end, I knew it the moment the receptionist welcomed me and lead the way to the second floor. An emerald door opened, thereʼs a foyer chandelier above, and a table with candles and a wine glass—romantic.

I heard the door close as the man emerges from his seat.

There he is. Niklas Nazim.

“Renesmei,” he said. God knows how much I long for that voice to mention my name once again.

His pale skin and rosy cheeks greeted me,   those upturned hazel eyes met mine once again. He came closer, now I can see his muscular body up close.

Gulping my saliva, I streched my arm for a handshake, “lovely to see you, Mr.—”

My breath stopped when he pulled me for a kiss. Abruptly. So many feelings pump through my body when something crazy happens to me, something I never anticipated.

I pulled his tie and responded to his kisses, he enveloped his arms around my waist, his hands groping my ass. It makes me want more, and more, and more.

We paused, taking a breath, I whisper.

“You came back”, his hands are now unzipping my silk dress, making me gasp when he carried me and put me on the table. He seems to know what heʼs doing.

Leisurely, he undressed me and started planting kisses on my neck. I closed my eyes as he expertly place his thumb on my clit and knead it in circular motion.

My warmth rises to an alarming level, all I can do is burn in the intensity of our bodyʼs friction. He seems to like the noise Iʼm making because he knew how to fasten his pace while rubbing my folds. His two fingers gently enters mine and the ecstasy surges through my body until my gripping on his shoulder.

His left hand groping my breast while the other is working its fingers in and out of me. I opened my eyes, mouth inches away from him, “I sure know you miss me”, he uttered.

Of course, I never had anyone touch me for five years when he left.

When his fingers deliberately hit my spot, I had nowhere for my screams to go. With the postitiom he has me in, I leaned forward and stifle the sound of my climax.

Just as I try to catch my breathe, Niklas pulled me again for a kiss, took his clothes off in a few seconds and pulled my legs away from each other.

“Open your eyes, Renesmei,” he said. “Look how my cock fucks you”.

His instructions were more of a command than a request, I swallowed, barely able to handle the heat that he ignited inside me. He held my gaze for a bit then we both looked down at our sexes as he gradually glide his length inside me. I let out soft moans as he grips on my waist, I can see his cock slowly getting buried inside me.

He moves slowly, pulling a little harder on my waist. After a few more seconds, his pacing became fast, “Oh, god!” I moaned loudly as he thrust harder.

“Fuck,” he relented, moving again with slow pace. Slow, deep thrusts that made him sound like the boy Iʼve made love five years ago. Itʼs him, still him. I began to move with him, slowly, then getting fast, our body and tempo in harmony. Niklas hooked my leg over his shoulder, opening me up to him even further.

The thick head of his cock was driving into that same perfect spot inside of me over and over. I met his body, thrust for thrust, riding the heat until I felt like Iʼm on edge once again. I can feel my walls contracting around him, his thrust became aggressive as I can also feel him close.

I pulled him in, hugging him, missing him for half a decade as we once again, shared intimacy. I can see his longing and sorrowful eyes, he might be sorry for what happened, for how we ended few years ago. Though, there wasnʼt really a proper ending when he just left in an instant. But heʼs here.

Now, heʼs in my arms again. Heʼs back in my life—it feels so right.

I took a sip of wine and sat across him after we clothed ourselves. “Renesmei,” he called my name with tenderness.

He held out a rectangular card and placed it on the table. It took me a while to read it. My heart throbbing, I looked at him in confusion as he uttered the words that crushed my hope.

“I want you to sing at my wedding tomorrow.”

— END

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