Vanilla Sex

The Goodbye Fuck?

He let go of her hair and stuck his fingers in the damn scotch.  He brought that hand to her ass as well.   While his mouth and tongue worked their magic on her neck.  She felt that finger start to penetrate her from behind and it was like a fire work exploded.  She lost conscious for about 10 seconds. Ten damn precious seconds.

When she came back to reality she was panting heavily and sitting on the bar.  Brad was between her legs.  How the hell he had mange all this in 10 seconds was beyond her.  Honestly, she was having a hard time remembering her name.   He yanked on her breast with his teeth one more time before licking his way down, in less then a minute he was lapping at her folds.  Sucking and nibbling, biting and licking, his wet tongue was heating her core. Brad had decided that one orgasm was not enough and was working on number two.  Damn if she wasn't close to screaming again.    She wrapped her legs around his head her heels grinding his face into her personal space.  It was too much her body came crashing down on the bar; she heard the glass fall to the floor and shatter into a million pieces. The cool wood of the bar on her back increased the sensations running a mock through out her body. Her back shivering against the coldness of the wood, increased the feeling of warmth his tongue inflicted on her labia. It was like everything was happening in slow motion.  Every lick, every sensation was magnified.  Every touch felt like liquid fire burning a path into her soul.

Brad raised his head from between her legs and smiled evilly.  What else he had planned she had no idea but she was willing to find out.  He grabbed her waist and pulled her off the bar.  She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist.  She had no energy to stand and she sure as hell was not even going to attempt walking.   He didn't say anything. He just supported her and carried her down a hallway and into a bedroom.    He pulled back the black duvet and dropped her onto the bed.  He left her there in that room. He left her on that bed with out saying a word to her. In a bedroom, that had no personal connection to the man himself, no photographs or mementos, nothing that would tell you who he was.  It was a room like every other room.

God she was stupid, why did she persist on thinking he was going to share a piece of himself.    They had to break up before she even saw his damn apartment. The funny part was that this room was symbolic of their entire relationship. It was sad.  This was a goodbye fuck.  It was an amazing goodbye fuck.

*** I know it short but I just wanted to finish the previous scene.