Faded Into the Background

“B..b..brian,” I slurred and it was the only thing that I could get out before his lips crashed to mine.

Now in my drunken state, my brain couldn't function and to tell my hands to push him away, they only locked around him. I knew that if I were sober there was no chance that this would be happening, but I just couldn't help it. I had missed him and a drunken mind speaks a sober heart, as they always say.

Before I knew it, he had me up in his arms and my legs wrapped around him, my core pressed against his stomach, our lips dancing together as one. Soft moans fell from my lips, smothered into the kiss; his tongue slid across my bottom lip. He was asking for permission to enter my mouth, my lips parting as if they were giving him permission. The half empty bottle of Smirnoff sat on the table as he carried me up by my room, giving one of my ass cheeks a gentle smack. I jumped at the contact, because I wasn't used to it; something he had never done with me before.

I looked down at him and he only had a smirk on his face as he begins to run his fingers over the stinging spot, causing small little pleasure receptors to shoot through my body. This was something new to me, something I had never felt before, but yet it was turning me on. The heat between my legs was rising with my arousal and I could feel him pressed against me, so hard. I could feel him poking my inner thigh, but that feeling was replaced with me being tossed. My back met the soft mattress as I looked to him with half lidded eyes.

“You know I've been thinking about this,” He spoke as he began to unbuckle his belt, pulling the metal piece out of the hole and grabbing the buckle. The piece of leather was pulled from the denim loops and tossed to God-knows-where. “Ever since I left you were on my mind. It's like no matter what I do, you keep popping up. Even when I am fucking her, eating her. She isn't as sweet or as tight as you.”

He was now crawling up the bed, my heart beating faster; the alcohol having clouded my thoughts. I just couldn't find the words to tell him that we aren't together, to tell him that he has someone new. My heart wanted what it wanted, and it wanted him and I knew that I was going to give myself to him tonight. I may regret it in the morning when the hangover brings the feelings of regret and guilt. But right now I was going to enjoy it, one last time. My body needed it and I think I needed it, maybe this was what I needed to get over him. A last goodbye, a final hoorah.

“Shut up, Brian,” I finally spoke, my lips meeting his in a frenzied kiss.

His lips were so soft and supple, his hands pulling at my shirt and broke the kiss before tossing it to the side. It wasn't a second longer before our lips were back together, after I had almost ripped his top from his chest. My hands now roamed the pale skin, feeling every dent and indentation of his muscles, my fingers swirling around the tattoos. They were rediscovering him, rediscovering his body. They had longed to touch him each time that we had seen each other, but the rage that came buried that feeling. I was lost in thought that I didn't feel him remove my jeans and underwear, and his jeans and boxers. The crinkle of the condom foil is what brought me back to the present, my brain still addled with alcohol.

I watched as his mouth dropped open, whilst he was sliding the latex over his length. I could see him twitch a bit and couldn't help but let out a soft moan, thinking about all the times that we were together. He looked to me with a smirk on his lips as his hips come to rest between my thighs, the tip of his dick pressing against my entrance, my eyes looking into his brown ones.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” I asked him with a smirk on my lips, my inhibitions going wild.

“Oh I plan on it, making sure you can't walk for a week either,” he whispers into my ear before he slammed his length into me.

I let out a curse as my body arched into his and my nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders, our hips beginning to move in sync with another. It was like our bodies never forgot one another. Our skin pressing together as the heat in the room began to rise, sweat beginning to coat our bodies, my small pants and moans filling his ears. The only thing that could be heard were those moans and our skin sliding together, my legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him into me more.

“Oh, Bri, “ I panted out as he picked up the pace, feeling him press into me even more faster and faster.

“Dezi! Fuck you were always so perfect,” he growled out, biting on my neck and his tongue darting out to run around the bite mark that he had left.

That caused me to growl and I flipped us over, my hips moving in a circular motion as I rode him, my eyes dark as I looked into his. I didn't know what to say so I kept quiet as he held my hips, helping me to move faster over him, his head being tossed back into the pillow. Our bodies glistened with sweat as we began to continue to rock together, his hand reaching down and rubbing my clit, the tight ball beginning to unravel. This sent me over the edge and made me call out his name. I was seeing spots . His thrusts were becoming erratic as he was becoming close. I moved my hips violently over his, though I just wanted to pass out right there. My body was feeling light but he always finished me off so I wanted to do the same to him.

“Cum for me,” I commanded in one of my best dominant voices.

“Oh fuck!” He cried out before spilling his seed into the condom, another small orgasm waashing over me.

I was so glad that he finished, because I knew that I was going to pass out with how exhausted I was, my arms couldn't hold me up any longer. I fell onto his chest and just laid there, breathing heavily, my cheek pressed against the sweat laden extremity. No words were spoken, but his fingertips were ghosting up and down my spine and I could feel him going soft within me, moving my hips I made sure he was out of me. I reached between us and removed the full condom, tying the end and tossing it into the small trashcan by the bedside table.

I rolled so that I was laying next to him when I let sleep consume me, chest rising and falling in sleep a small smile on my lips. As far as I knew he had fallen asleep next to me.

Notes

I can not believe that it has been five years since I had posted on this story. I have no excuse at all as to why I haven't. It is all written and on my Mibba. I am so sorry for those of you that read this! Thank you to new readers, I will try to post the whole story. Feedback is always welcomed. I'm debating on whether I was going to write a new story. I haven't been motivated and felt lazy, that is all there is to it!