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  I could finally exhale as she opened her door to let me in. I sauntered in with my usual attitude, and chuckled as she stepped over to me with hunger.

  “Wow there, Tiger,” I teased, knowing hunger was in her eyes. It was cruel to tease her, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her to wait for it.

  Ooh, did that ever sizzle away as she pulled me in and kissed me. I kicked off my heels as she unzipped my dress and backed me down the narrow hall to her room. I was still wobbly on bare feet as she grabbed me and guided me in through the doorway. I nearly fell over when she slipped her tongue out to play with mine, but thankfully her arms were still keeping me close.

  As she pushed me over, I fell onto her bed, bouncing and reaching for her while she climbed over me. It was all happening so quickly that I couldn’t appreciate the beauty of each moment on its own, but it was so fulfilling that nothing bothered me. I hadn’t even noticed the clothes on her floor or the opened drawers. All I saw was Erin. All I felt were those hands on me, and that tight body on top of mine.

  Reaching my hand under her shirt, her abdomen was so impressive I tilted my lips away from our hungry kisses. Of course, she only continued licking down my neck, but I tried to keep focused on the abs under my fingers.

  “Er … Erin …”

  “Yeah, baby …”

  “You’re … ripped,” I moaned with laughter, surprised when she caught my wrists, and held them to the bed with her own attitude.

  She looked down at me as she held me there, and I squirmed for effect. I couldn’t look into her eyes, but that was exactly what she wanted. She was breathing into my hair, and pressing her thigh between my own – reminding me of how wet I’d become. My cheeks flushed and I squirmed again, but she just held on tighter.

  “So sexy …” she whispered into my ear, turning me on again. I loved the way she breathed into my ear, keeping me pinned underneath her. I needed her so badly, but the last thing I wanted was to be so weak as to beg for it.

  “Erin …”

  “You want something?” she moaned, sounding as feminine as ever while keeping control of my every move. Her knee was lending me heavenly friction, and with as much subtlety as I could manage, I started to grind against her. It only made me more desperate, forcing me to realize that nothing substituted for her touch.

  “Give it to me,” I commanded, reaching for a kiss that she eagerly shared with me. “Give it …”

  “Greedy girl,” she teased at last, moving her hands down to the hem of my dress as I laughed and started crawling back. It was something we had always done together – my crawling away – because she loved to prove to me that she was the stronger of us both, and I loved to feel her hands on my ankles, pulling me back. That time, she pulled me so hard and so fast that I spread my legs and reached for her.

  “Please …” I begged, tugging at the collar of her shirt as I brought my knees up at her sides – only one piece of material between me and that wandering hand of hers. I was frantic as it made its way up my thigh.

  “Now that’s more like it …”

  “Please-please! Don’t tease me!” I whimpered, pushing and pulling at her while those warm fingers traced over my sensitive thigh and then pressed between my legs. I could hardly breathe.

  “Is that what you wanted?” she grinned with confidence. I didn’t even need to see it to know what she was doing. I knew her better than I knew myself, and when I lost control, she was plenty proud of herself. “Is that all …?”

  “No … in … inside me …” I whispered with hesitation, but no shame. I never felt shame in the moment, no matter how we had argued or what I felt was proper. When I wanted her, nothing else seemed to matter.

  “And how about I taste you …?”

  “I want your fingers,” I blushed, always feeling more sensitive about her staring at me while she ate me out. She was incredibly skilled at the task – I must admit – but I always found that it left me rather vulnerable. That being said, the biggest reason I wanted to wait for her tongue was because I didn’t want to cum so quickly. Knowing that, of course she pushed for it.

  Her confidence had me blushing again. I wanted to be able to hold off, and her tongue was like nothing else I had ever felt. It gave me tingles just to imagine what it might do to me.

  She kissed down my stomach as I trembled and finally pleaded with her to lick me. She couldn’t tease me for long, because she wanted me just as badly herself, but she sure took her precious time slipping off my lace panties.

  I could feel her need when she ran her tongue over me for the first time in a long time. Her tongue flattened as it tasted me and then narrowed as it pushed inside of me. The sensation of that tongue stole a little scream from the back of my throat, but I quickly held onto the sheets at my sides and held the rest back as she went to work pleasuring me. I never could understand how she could read my body so well, but then again, she said the same thing about me.

  Her tongue toyed with my clit as her hands smoothed over my thighs, and kept me where she wanted me. I was writhing around and staring down at her as I was approaching my first climax – an embarrassingly fast result. I put my hand over my mouth, and pleaded with my eyes for her to let up and save me from the humiliation of cumming after she’d only licked me for two minutes, but she had other plans in mind. With precision and skill, she focused on the left and brought me to a thundering orgasm that ripped through me and tore another scream from the back of my throat – that time an animalistic sort of sound. And before I could even settle myself down, she was climbing over me again to tease her fingers into me.

  “Such a wet pussy …” she growled, filled with excitement and need. One finger slipped inside, and she kept close to me when I grabbed her.

  “More …”

  “More? … Like this?”

  That second finger kept me tight around her, and I gasped as she moved them slowly in and out of me – taunting me with her pace. She was showing me the power she held, and I was surrendering mine with ease. I moved against her, and already my mind was on what it might feel like to touch her again. To lick her and have her.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard …” she whispered down to me.

  I think I would have given anything to her in that moment, I was so lost in my own desire that everything else was a blur. I would have said anything – done anything – but all she wanted was to please me. Her fingers started picking up their pace as she took control, and all I could do was give in to her. She kissed me as I came that second time, pushing her tongue into my mouth just before and then shortly after. Her hands and lips were all over me until my body had finally relaxed and motivated itself to pursue her.

  That lithe, sensual body was calling to me as I lay on my side just staring at her on her back. She was grinning up to the ceiling as I had finally caught my breath.

  “Think … you’re so good at that, don’t you.”

  She just laughed. “I’d say right about now, you think that too, Ma’am.”

  “Don’t call me Ma’am!” I giggled accidentally, pulling myself over to her and crawling on top. “You can’t call me that after what you just did to me …”

  “I missed you,” she answered immediately, sending chills through me because it was seductive. Her tone was deep and heavy, and her jeans were rubbing against my naked thighs.

  I pulled my dress down from my chest, reminding her I hadn’t been wearing a bra, and her attention was captivated. Her hands cupped my breasts as I leaned over her, and my nipples grew hard in her palms. Hungry for much the same, I started unbuttoning her shirt as she pinched and squeezed at my breasts. She had a way of touching them that massaged a sort of energy into me that had been foreign to me before we knew each other.

  Her breasts were remarkable too, as much as she liked to insist they just weren’t the same. They might have been smaller, but they drove me crazy. Watching her chest pull against the material of her shirts always distracted me enough to fantasize about touching th
em. They affected me more than she ever cared to admit.

  By the time her shirt was discarded onto the floor, I was already working on her pants – unbuckling her belt, and unbuttoning her jeans. I couldn’t even be patient enough to unzip them, because my hands were already tugging them off of her. With her hips lifted just so, it was simple enough to discard them on the floor along with her panties too, and then her bra.

  At first, I didn’t let myself stare at her too openly, but then as I drew back from another lengthy kiss; I let my eyes wander over her. With those beautiful breasts and thick nipples, I couldn’t seem to help myself from taking them into my mouth. I dipped in close and teased her already hardened nipple with my lips, teeth and tongue. At first I was biting to tease her, but then I lost track of everything, and started licking and sucking them until she was pulling my hair with desperation.

  I lost my control too, because my hands quickly drifted down her body to her thighs, and then directly between them. She was so wet all I could do was gasp onto her chest only to resume my nibbling and licking. Every part of her needed me, and I just couldn’t seem to do enough at once. I knew exactly how to please her, but it had been so long that I couldn’t seem to figure out where to start.

  When I found the strength to really have her, I sunk my fingers into her at once, and I looked down at her expression of absolute pleasure. She was grabbing at my wrist to pull my hand closer, and pushing at my shoulders. She was frustrated and yet satisfied at the same time.

  “I can’t stop … I can’t stop …” I whimpered onto her chest, realizing that it probably wasn’t best for us to jump into bed together after the history we’d had.

  But her quick and certain words put me at ease: “Don’t stop.”

  With my touches, she built to a climax so strong that we were both spent as I fell on top of her, panting and exhausted to completion. I couldn’t even lift my head as I lay limp over her body.

  She was quiet for a little while, and then just as I was thinking of the immensity of what we’d just done together, she spoke up at last.

  “Can I get you a water?”

  I tugged myself off of her, to stare at her in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? We just did all that, and all you have to say is ‘Can I get you some water’?! That’s it?”

  “Some would call that consideration.”

  I just crooked my eyebrow, and she pulled herself up onto her knees. “Was this a mistake …? I mean, what were we thinking? – This can’t happen again.”

  “No, you’re right,” she agreed, much to my surprise. She went to one of her drawers, and pulled a loose shirt over her head as she threw one to me. “There’re some boxers in here if you want them. I know you like to sleep in ‘em.”

  I caught the shirt to my chest, and let out a beat of laughter: “We shouldn’t be sleeping together … I mean, we know this can’t happen again. It was just … I don’t know what we were thinking …”

  “I know. But there’s no sense in you going out this late at night. Put on the shirt and you can sleep here for the night.” As take-charge as ever. That was when I realized my heels were still discarded in the hallway somewhere, and that I would have to go find them: yet another product of our overpowering lust for each other.

  “I don’t feel great about this …” I admitted, slipping out of my dress as she turned around to feign disinterest.

  “Nothing bad will happen,” she smiled, shuffling off down the hall of her apartment to grab something for us to eat. I knew she was going to cook for me because she always used to do that, and I hated that I loved it. She could be so unforgivably comforting.

  Her last words resounded in my head, and all I could do was worry about her promise. Of course nothing bad would happen between us because it was always good. As a matter of fact, it was better than good; it was perfect.

  3. Why Can’t I Stop Wanting You? - Erin

  That ass always gets to me. No matter what I’m ever doing, Naomi walks in with that gorgeous body, and everything just seems to change. That was exactly what happened the morning after our big whoops. She woke up with my arms around her, groaned, and told me we had made a big mistake. She even pretended she didn’t want to be in my bed – she distracted herself by complaining about the mess in my room. Unfortunately for her, I can read her well, so that didn’t fool me like she’d planned. I wanted her even as she was admonishing me for the mess, but I withheld from my desire to pass by her and head down into the kitchen. If she wanted the other night to have been a mistake, then why should I listen to her complain about how I kept my own solitary apartment?

  Predictably, she followed me into the kitchen and took over with breakfast like she always used to do. Even with my loose boxers on her, all I could do was sit and stare at her ass. I even felt a little bad for it because I wasn’t listening to her anymore, but I couldn’t help myself. She has these incredibly exotic curves that had always distracted me. My mind slipped back to the times when I woke her up by slapping her playfully on that ass or when I kissed it and massaged it with both hands just to keep staring a while longer. It had always mesmerised me.

  “HE-LLO?!”

  My eyes snapped up to her face when she turned around and leaned in to grab my attention. Honestly, I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed. She knew very well that I always used to stare at her that way, and what about that had changed? Her ass was still fantastic, and I was still excited by women. I think she expected me to feel guilty, but I just smiled at her.

  I actually enjoyed seeing her off later that morning, when my lips surprised her.

  “Bye,” I had grinned, kissing her hard on the lips.

  “What … the … what’re you doing?” she asked, a little excited by the kiss and a little frustrated that I continued to make it difficult for us both. But that look on her face was definitely worth it.

  I shrugged and let her walk down the hall before sending another tease her way: “Nice ass.”

  She whipped around, and scowled at me, but I could see the smile hiding behind those pursed lips. She was an expert at control, but I still knew that woman like the back of my hand. We had been each other’s firsts, and we had been together nearly all of our adult lives. I had memorized those lips.

  It was a few days before I couldn’t possibly handle it anymore, because just the thought of her was tormenting me. I would close my eyes, and her lips would be there or her legs were squirming for me again. No matter what I tried to do to distract myself, I thought of Naomi. So at long last, I swallowed my pride and called her. I know, I know – it was only two days. But that woman affects me like nothing else I’ve ever known. I couldn’t last.

  Her voice shamed me a little as she picked up her phone, but more than anything, I wanted her.

  “Couldn’t even last three days. That’s control for you.”

  “Shut it,” I chuckled quietly in my car, waiting to go in for work until I had resolved the distraction that had taken me over. “Just … you know why I’m calling. Come on …”

  “Oh, if only it were that easy,” she teased, exciting me even further. I hated that I liked it, but I did! When she teased me, I only wanted her more.

  “Meems, please. Seriously, I’m dying over here.”

  “We haven’t even talked about it yet!” she insisted, upset that I’d ignored the immensity of our situation. “Erin, this is serious. We have a past … we have people in our lives that won’t understand. We can’t just play around – I can’t even talk about this here. I’m at the office.”

  That was right about the time I started fantasizing again. I can’t be sure what she said after that to complain about what we’d done, but when I finally snapped myself out of it, I figured out what to say: “Let’s … tell people.”

  “That we’re what? – Fucking?!”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. She was right, of course. It would have sounded terrible no matter how we worded it, and our friends never would have understood. Naomi and I had had an e
xplosive divorce, and our friends from each side often went to great lengths to protect us from each other. It would be incredibly inconsiderate to rub our affair in their faces. Was that what it was, I wondered. An affair?

  I felt bad that I wanted her still, but I did. I thought about her all the time and I called her when I could, teasing her and listening to her and laughing with her. It had been a week of us talking when I realized that I missed more than her body. She had stepped back into my life, and I was happy about that. That crazy, beautiful woman was making me happy again, and the weight of that discovery truly surprised me. It surprised me so much that all I could do was stare lovingly at her when I saw her by coincidence at the liquor mart with a friend.

  Ramsie, an old friend of mine, was coming with me to buy some fine wine – unknowing that I planned on getting it to surprise my ex. Ramsie was always a supportive and helpful friend, and that was why she whacked me on the shoulder for looking at Naomi like that.

  “What are you doing?!” she hissed quietly, continuing to lecture me about Naomi’s toxic effect on me. She was a good friend for trying to protect me, but I started to feel really terribly about my feelings for Naomi. My ex-wife was my present lover. It was such a mess.

  “I know, I know,” I insisted as each of us turned to one another. Then suddenly, Naomi stepped by and nearly tripped over a set-up of Schnapps. She managed to stumble around it, excusing herself and racing off to the cashier.

  Just seeing her there tormented me because I wanted to be there with her. I knew we had once been bad for each other, but I wanted it to be good. As much as we teased one another, my fantasies also involved us waking up together and going out again. I wondered what it might be like to date Naomi all over again.