I can still hear the echo of the front door slamming shut and him stomping out of the apartment; that was almost 3 hours ago. So far, I’ve cleaned the kitchen, tidied up the living room, did a load of laundry, and still had time to take a long shower and shave… not even a single text message. I see how it is. Walking out of the bathroom in just a towel, I start to get ready for bed, accepting that maybe he isn’t coming home tonight.  

I’m about to throw on my usual XXL T-shirt when I spot the deep purple lingerie I bought almost two months ago, hidden between the wall and my dresser. I’ve been looking for that! I retrieve the sheer undergarments and slip it on over my freshly moisturized body, turning to gaze at myself in the mirror. It fits perfectly – the underwire cupping my breasts, pushing them up, my cleavage nearly spilling out the top, my light brown nipples only barely peeking through the flowery lace design. Falling down my torso is loose and flowy silk material, parted down the middle for a peek at my navel, and stopping just before my pubic bone. I’m about to put on the matching thong when I shudder as the smoothly shaven area between my legs catches a cool wind from the open window; surprisingly stimulating. I debate snapping a quick picture to him but decide against it, I turn out the lights and climb into bed commando, won’t he be surprised…

After 30 minutes of tossing and turning, I give up on trying to sleep altogether. I unlock my phone and sift through app after app before opening my photos. I find some videos from our staycation last month and my eyes widen when I stumble across the home video we made there. The opening scene, his head buried between my thighs, ravenous and needy, his back glistening with sweat, and my fingers tangled in his hair. I watch his arm muscles contract; his fingers dig into my thighs while he’s holding apart my shaking legs. I buck my hips to increase the pressure of his tongue on my clit, he can be a little too gentle, I recall.  

“God, I love fucking your face…” The audio plays.

 It doesn’t take long for my arousal in the video to revisit again now, my pussy throbbing with want as I remember the feeling. I spread my legs open and feel the stickiness start to lubricate the area. I’m about ready to wave my white flag and call him, but I remember the vibrator in my nightstand drawer within perfect reach. That’s a much better plan. I put my phone down and slowly part the silk material. I trace the lining from my sternum all the way down until I reach the split of my lips. I’m already dripping and sticky.

I take out the toy, put it to the lowest setting and hold it to my engorged clit. A quiet gasp escapes me as pleasure immediately flows through my body. That’s when I hear the front door open. But I’m not stopping now, he’s a little too late. The deep vibrations send shudders up through my spine. I hear him in the hallway slamming cabinets, way to kill the mood. I turn up the adjustment and jump up to the highest setting, causing me to yelp. I cover my mouth with my other hand, but the vibrator slipping around my wet pussy plus the image of his tongue creating this same feeling just makes my sporadic breathing louder. I hear him turn on the TV, and allow soft moans escape my mouth as I move the toy in circles against me.  

The TV shuts back off. Footsteps come closer. A slight push on the door.

I don’t stop, only push harder against the magical vibration. My back arches out of my own control as the light from the hallway shines perfectly to reveal my bare legs and open lingerie. I look towards the brightness where I see that asshole standing in the doorway. He’s leaning against the wall, clothes half-soaked from the rain outside, and arms crossed like a school principal. Maybe he’ll put me in detention…

“What the fuck are you doing?” He says low but seething, seeping with residual anger. Despite the cold front he’s trying to put on, I can still hear the lust in his voice, threatening to crack through. I say nothing, only continue. I pick up the pace in moving the head of the vibrator up and down over my clit, hitting all the right spots and maintaining eye contact the entire time.

“This thing… mm… might be better than you.” I breathlessly get out between moans.

He stands rigid. I close my eyes and use my hips to grind my cunt against the toy; one hand gripping the sheets as my toes curl and I feel the climax getting nearer and nearer, almost there, oh god right there, fuck, yes, and… nothing. He rips the toy out of my hands and back into the nightstand it goes. He’s staring daggers into me, but not without tracing his eyes from my feet, up my sweat-glistened legs and stopping at my freshly shaved pussy. I know that look all too well; see the bulge against his sweatpants already.

“Go put on some clothes.” He barely gets it out, fighting against his own desires.

“No.” I smirk, positioning myself right in front of him at the base of the bed, bring my feet up, spreading my legs open, and giving him a clear view of my swollen and wet area. He is statue-still looking down at me. I lift myself up on one elbow and go in with my other hand, staring right back at him while I start to touch myself. I’m using two fingers to slide that sensitive button between, feeling even more exposed than I was a second ago with his light eyes drinking me in. But I’m also getting hotter by the second, his jaw twitches as if he’s remembering that home video too.

“Do you remember how good you said I tasted?” I tease. He starts to reach out and barely touches my knee when I slam my legs shut. He flinches, obviously surprised by my sudden coldness, when so many times before I have been more than happy to let him take the reins.

“I don’t want you to touch me…” I spit.

“…but you’re more than welcome to keep watching.”

I make room for him on the bed and a small smirk forms at his lips as he climbs up and leans back against the headboard, hands behind his head.

I sit up and push his legs apart, readjusting so that I am in between them, positioned up on my knees. I see his cock poking up through his pants, encouraging me to keep going. He’s about to say something when I stop him short, I stick my fingers in his mouth, letting him taste me before going back to work. His warm mouth sucking me clean. His eyes dance over my whole body and I’m dripping with desire, ready to let him ravage me just as I know he wants to. No, just a little while longer. I pull my tits out of the tight cups and squeeze at one while continuing to finger myself. I pinch my nipple, erupting a desperate cry out of me. I can very clearly see the outline of his length at this point, imagining it fucking my mouth right here on this bed, the image on its own almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Fuck…” He whispers breathlessly. “You’re so damn sexy, baby.”

I pull my hand out, slick with my juices, and gently grab his wrist, guiding his hand over my body and slowly lower until he’s cupping my pussy. He’s still, and just when I think he’s going to make me beg for it, he sits up and thrusts two fingers into me; using his thumb to circle my clit. He keeps fucking me with his fingers and recklessly throws his mouth to mine, kissing me like this is the last time he ever will.

My hands move from his chest, sliding up his shoulders and neck until my fingers are tangled in his hair. I tug and he growls, increasing the pressure on my clit. He circles even faster as he curls his fingers in and hits my G-spot. I barely feel the nip he takes at my bottom lip; his fingers feel so fucking good, and I feel the climax building and building until I can’t hold back anymore. I move to stifle my release into his neck and dig my nails into his shoulders for stability when my orgasm blows through me.

I barely catch my breath before he rips the lingerie off over my head and grips my neck with just the right amount of pressure. He is unblinking and unrelenting with his hold on me as he pulls out his perfect cock.  

“My turn.” He grunts out. He gives it a beat, and when I don’t object, he grips me by the hair and pulls me down, shoving his cock down my throat. It doesn’t last long as I only get about six deep pumps in before he’s ripping me from it. Saliva dripping down my mouth as I gasp to catch my breath.

He doesn’t bother to clean me up before he pulls me onto his lap, entering me with ease as I’m still dripping from moments before. A high-pitched squeak flies out when his thick cock penetrates me and I throw a hand to my mouth to stifle it.

“You’ve had me waiting long enough.” He whispers in my ear, nibbling on the lobe.

“…but since you want to do everything yourself, go ahead.” He lets go, our only contact now being him literally inside me. I grind him deeper until I can feel every single inch. He throws his head back to look at the ceiling, telling me all I need to know.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.” He moans out. “Come on, show me what you can do.” I obey and start bouncing on his dick. He’s so big I feel my walls stretch with every pump, making room for him. I bite my lip, attempting to soften the involuntary sounds coming out of me. I spread my legs wider and stabilize myself against his chest, pushing him into me with even more force.  

“That’s my pretty girl. Fuck, you look so good riding me.” His breathy voice is like a drug.

I move his hands to my ass, willing him to grip me and control the pace. He holds me in place and thrusts from under me. I didn’t even think it was possible to get more of him in me, but with each pump he proves me wrong. In one swift motion he flips me over and has us in missionary without ever pulling out. I moan his name, desire taking over any of my concern for the neighbors.   

“Come for me one more time. Please pretty girl. I know you can do it.”

He’s thrusting into me at a perfect rhythm; the room seems to spin. He holds my face and kisses my neck, continuing to moan into my ear; “fuck yes” and “you’re such a good girl” paired with hands in my hair and his sweaty chest against mine.

He sits back up, looking down, still pumping his fat cock into me.

“Let me see you touch yourself. Look me in the eyes.” He says so softly I almost don’t hear it.

We look each other in the eyes, his glossed over, then he pinches both my nipples. He’s stimulating nearly every area of my body at an intoxicating rate, I start circling my clit again, and he’s doing just as he said he would, looking me in my eyes, telling me how beautiful I am, fucking me so good.

“You’re almost there. Good job, baby. God, I feel you about to come.” He holds me down by the waist and pumps faster.

I match his pace with my hands. Our moans threatening to overtake each other.

“Oh yes keep going, don’t stop! Oh fuck!” I scream and completely tighten around him, locking my legs to circle his body as I reach my climax, he finishes shortly after, pumping right into me, and lets his weight lay heavy on my shaking body. We hold each other for a minute before releasing and cleaning up our sweaty mess.  

In an unspoken agreement, the argument is over. We slip under the sheets, the last thing I feel being a kiss on my temple.