Brokenness Aside

Much Needed Release

Lindsey and I were in bed into the late afternoon, even later than I normally get up.
"Where you rushin' off to, old lady? Worried you'll be late for the early bird special?" He's sitting up in bed, his curls are a messy. I glare at him, though he looks way too handsome for me to be truly upset with him.
"Haha" I say sarcastically. "For one, I'm not that old and for two, shouldn't you be getting up too? Aren't you hungry or...something?"
"The only thing I'm hungry for is you, baby girl" He stands with his arms around me, kissing my neck. I let a small moan escape my lips and I feel his smile brush my skin. We sway a little together and I feel so at home in his arms. We're in the bathroom and we are watching ourselves in the mirror. "We could do it right here on the counter. Kinda kinky!" He motions to the mirror and I slap his arm playfully as my cheeks are burning and they have taken on a deep rosy hue.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think that was all that was on your mind." I turn around to face him now and I kiss him. He has quite the mischievous look in his eyes and I can't help but smile up at him.
"You're so cute"
"Thank you but really we should shower and join the outside world. We could go out for a late lunch or an early dinner, which ever."
"...Or we could just make some snacks, pop open a bottle of wine and watch movies"
"I like the way you think"
"I just want you all to myself. I don't want to have to share you, not after all we've been through" I nod and we have a shower together, not without lovemaking. We put on some comfortable clothes and we cuddle on the couch. The wine is starting to go to my head and he seems to want to take advantage of that. He is slipping his hand up my pants leg and massaging my thighs, dangerously close to my most intimate area. I notice and widen my legs just a little, inviting him in. He looks at me with lust in his eyes and starts to rub me through my pants. The movie no longer matters as my moans come in almost regular intervals. My breathing becomes erratic and I have to take my pants off. I have no underwear on and he marvels at my body. God, he makes me feel so sexy. My lower lips are drenched, and I'm dripping down my legs. He pulls himself out of his sweat pants and I immediately straddle him, forcing him deep inside of me. I gasp as he groans with pleasure.
"My god, baby. You're so fucking tight" he tells me. "Jesus, Stephanie, yes!"
I bounce on his lap and with what he was doing before, I feel myself getting closer. "Come first, baby. I don't want to finish yet" He begins to grope me all over, and pulling at my hair, mumbling obscenities and random things like a man possessed. I can feel he's close too. I press my breasts into his chest and hold onto the cushions on the back of the couch. I feel him fill me and I let go, climaxing with him.
"Good God, Jesus Christ, Stephanie, Jesus...Steph" I smile at his string of useless words and kiss him hungrily.
"Fuck me again" He looks at me surprised. We take the wine upstairs and make love again. So much for dinner!

A/N: and a short little chapter of fun after such a heavy one.