She wanted to make it up to me, she said, as she sniffled quietly on the other end of the call. Wanted to show me just how much I meant to her and would do anything to prove it to me.

I sighed, resigning myself to at least give her a chance. I didn’t feel like I owed her anything but at the same time, it wasn’t really in my nature to go cold on someone, especially someone I cared about.

I told her to come over, that I had the apartment to myself and we could talk it out.

She told me she was on her way, and we ended the call. I headed to the kitchen to fix myself a glass of water.

I took a sip of the refreshing drink and headed to my bedroom, sitting at the end of my bed. I opened my phone and browsed my recent photos, a picture of the two of us coming up as I scrolled.

She was gorgeous, and still took my breath away whenever I saw her. Big blue eyes, dark blonde hair that cascaded down the middle of her back. She had the most perfect, peachy arse I’d ever seen, too and I swallowed reflexively at the memory of it, of her walking around my bedroom in just her underwear. The slight jiggle of it as she walked…

I heard the front door opening as I sat there, she had a key of her own and lived two doors away from me so we practically lived in each other’s pockets without all the stress of actually living together. It was a great set up.

“In here” I called as I heard her lock the door again.

She breezed into the room, looking far too enticing for a serious chat about our relationship. She was wearing short (far too short) shorts, that were tight and hugged her pert little arse perfectly, and a tank top with no bra underneath, her hard little nipples straining against the thin fabric as my eyes roamed over her.

She was a little breathless from racing over here and as my eyes roamed back up to meet hers, she was smirking a little, clearly aware of how I was not-so-subtly checking her out.

She walked over to me as I looked up at her.

“So” I said, encouraging her to begin.

She didn’t begin, though. Didn’t say anything in fact.

What she did instead was grip the front my shirt in her fist and yank me towards her, kissing me with a passionate fire as she ran her other hand up my thigh. Her lips were insistent, and she opened my mouths with hers, finding my tongue and tangling it with hers with a ferocity that took me off guard. The strokes of her tongue against mine caused my cock to stiffen and twitch as she dominated the kiss and moaned gently as she took what she wanted from me.

She broke away suddenly, leaving us both panting for breath.

I went to speak again, but she shook her head at me, lowered herself on to her knees and roughly tugged at my shorts. She was frantic in her movements, not gently seducing me at all. There was a desperate urgency in her that was making my heart race. My cock was almost completely hard for her now and I lifted myself off the bed slightly to help her work down my shorts and underwear

 She tugged them down roughly and my cock sprang free.

She wasted no time at all, leaning over, gripping me in both of her hands. She opened her mouth and spat directly on the tip of my cock, causing me to grunt.

She met my eyes then. A pleading desperate look in her eyes as she worked the saliva over and around the head of my cock and started pumping me, hard and fast with both hands as she kept hers eyes on mine.

She bit her lip, rocking her hips back and forward slightly, clearly worked up by what she was doing to me.

“Fuck” I whispered, lost in the moment with her. I didn’t know how this counted as a meaningful conversation, but I couldn’t care less.

She leant over suddenly and tentatively licked the slit at the head of my cock, as though she were tasting me and she closed her eyes and hummed in satisfaction at the taste.

I threw my head back and groaned as she continued to work me.

She continued her bold exploration of me, opening her mouth and sucking the tip of my cock into the warm wetness of her.

She swirled her tongue around the head, focusing on the sensitive underside as she sucked me.

I started to absentmindedly fuck her mouth, wanting more of me inside her and she groaned in response, greedily taking more of me into her mouth, sucking and still working my shaft with her hands.

It felt fucking incredible and her moans of approval at my gentle thrusting spurred me on.

I tangled my hands in her soft hair and she lifted off my cock momentarily and met my eyes again.

“Fuck my mouth and cum down my throat” she whispered, a whimpering tone, taking me back into her mouth immediately after she spoke.

I did just that, gripping her head and face-fucking her whilst she gagged and gasped, squeezing and rubbing my thighs with her now free hands.

She never moved to stop me, was always so good at that. She could take my cock so roughly, so deep, and never need to take a break.

I felt my cock slipping into the tight embrace of her throat as she groaned in delight.

That was it for me, with a few more rough thrusts, I came so, so fucking hard, spilling my cum down her wanting throat.

I could hear and feel her swallowing again and again as I pumped into her throat and I held her there in place until she’d taken every drop before releasing her.

She gasped loudly and sat up, wiping her mouth on the bank of her hand.

Her mascara was streaked down her cheeks, and she was flushed from the rough way she’d worked my cock.

I was panting in pleasure as she was gasping in recovery.

“Forgiven?” she breathed out between gasps.

“Forgiven” I agreed, as I flopped back on the bed.