The full version of part 1.

Here’s the short recap: Grace and I were dating in the spring, but broke up in May. We’d explored the idea of casually dating, but nothing came of it. I invited her over for pizza, where she brought up my previous suggestion of trying an FWB arrangement. Before proceeding with the Benefits portion of the evening, she had a little punishment to work off in the form of bondage and whipping. Ok, so it wasn’t REALLY punishment ;-)

Seriously, read part 1 if you haven’t already.

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After ending the scene, Grace started kissing me. I had missed those lips and couldn’t hold back. I tried putting four months of wanting her into those initial moments. I know we were going to leave as much emotion out of the evening, but this was my chance to tell her how much I had missed her without words. We were never going back to that emotional precipice, I was never going to speak those words again, but I wanted her to feel it in my kiss at that moment.

After a few minutes, I pulled us apart and suggested she get on the bed. Still clothed, I quickly took everything off without any pretense of making a show. I needed to be naked with Grace, and needed it now. She had slid under the covers, and had the comforter pulled up under her chin. She was so skinny that she was always cold.

Jumping in bed, I laughingly pulled the covers off “We’re not going to need those!”.

Here she was, my ex girlfriend, the one that got away, without a stitch of clothing just waiting to have sex with me. My mind was blown for a brief second, not believing that this was about to happen.

In an instant I recalled the first time we’d been together when she was apprehensive to meet the older man that she’d been texting with for a few weeks. I remembered the feeling of being a couple for the first time during our threesome with Heather. I remembered the excitement we shared before & after our three way with Tim. I recalled the heartbreak I felt when she decided to break up. All of those emotions & memories came flooding through my consciousness in a split second. It was like the scene in Ratatouille when the critic takes the first bite of the titular dish and is transported back to his childhood.

Everything left my mind as quickly as it came, and I was back in the present. There was no question what I was going to do next. I had always LOVED going down on Grace. I loved the way her pussy looked in front of me, I loved the way it tasted unique to her body chemistry, I loved the way she reacted to me. She had paid me what I considered to be the highest of compliments when she said that I was better at oral than the women she had dated. That makes me smile now just typing it out!

With her legs spread, I could tell that she had recently shaved. She was smooth, the lips of her pussy just starting to get swollen from excitement. I dove in face first, inhaling her scent and tentatively licking her just to get the taste in my mouth. Heaven.

My arms were around her legs, hands on her rib cage searching for her boobs. I started with her clit, slowly nibbling, lightly sucking. This drove her nuts, “OH DADDY!”. She remembered how I liked my partners to be loud. I moved my oral focus a little south, sliding my tongue in & out of her sex. Having taken the plug out of her when I took the cuffs off, her ass hole was waiting for me.

Pulling my hands back I spread her cheeks and lifted her ass so I could return the favor she had shown me. The rim job she had given me had been amazing, but I was confident that I could give her just as much pleasure. I licked the soft spot between her pussy & her ass, taking my time to really enjoy the moment before finding her puckered ass hole. Slowly circling it with my tongue and occasionally grazing it ever so lightly, I had been here before. Grace stopped grinding and just enjoyed what I was doing to her.

After dedicating more than a few minutes to licking, sucking, kissing, and enjoying her ass hole I moved back to her pussy and clit. I slid my middle finger into her, looking for her spot with a “come hither” motion. I could tell by the sudden, violent shaking that I had found my goal. This was my cue to go back down on her clit, more forceful this time. Increasing the pressure and urgency on it, Grace was in overload. I lost count of how many times she came, probably 5 or 6 at this point. Eventually her breathing became heavy after an orgasm which seemed like a good time to take a break.

I pulled myself up next to her, laying on my left side facing Grace. My arm was draped across her, not wanting to break contact. She was smiling at me, a contented look on her face. I looked into her eyes, having forgotten the way they sparkled an amazing shade of sapphire blue. Here was the woman that I had loved in the Spring, experiencing a range of euphoric highs and emotional lows with equal to any I had endured previously. I wanted to tell her that I loved, pull her in close and never let her go.

But…. it wasn’t there. I still loved her, still cared for her deeply, still had that amazing chemistry; but I realized at that moment that I wasn’t IN love with her. If you’ve been there, you know what I mean. Who knows, maybe we could make the FWB arrangement work after all.

I kissed her, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. She had turned on her side to face me, our bodies touching at various points. Her left leg was draped over me, her fingers toying with my chest hair.

“You doing ok?” I asked her.

“Uh huh” she replied quietly, with a slight nod.

“Good. Me too”. I leaned over, renewing our kiss.

For the next hour we relived some of our favorite moves and positions from the Spring. She climbed on top for a 69 that was always out of this world. I still don’t know why, but this position was always amazing with her. We’ve discussed it, and we both agree without knowing what makes it special. Then again, I LOVE having her sex in my face. She rode me, I was on top, I put her on the edge of the bed while I stood with her feet on my shoulders.

Knowing that our time was almost up, I decided to finish with anal. She had always loved having my cock in her ass. If this was going to be the only time we hooked up, I wanted to end it as memorable as I could for both of us. We were in a kneeling doggy style when I stopped, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to finish in your ass” I said huskily.

“Oh fuck Daddy” was all she could muster.

I pulled out as I sat up to reach for the lube that was handy on the nightstand. I squeezed a healthy squirt on her ass, and another on my cock. One of my mottos has always been “you can never have too much lube for anal!”.. Words to live by. ;-)

I picked up my phone, and handed it to her once the selfie camera was turned on. “I want you to film us”. This had always been my favorite angle to shoot a movie with her, it let me see her reactions. I wish I could share the videos with you, but neither of us are looking for that kind of drama in our lives!

Again, I found myself spreading her cheeks apart to gain access to her cute, little ass hole. I stuck a thumb in her, starting to massage the sphincter muscles in order to loosen her up. I’m not hung, but even my cock benefits from a little prep work before anal. I probably should’ve spent a little more time on the prep but I was excited to fuck her in the ass again. I pulled my thumb out, and leaned forward to guide my cock home.

Initially the head of my cock felt little resistance, the lube helping it slide easily into her. I took it slow, not wanting to hurt Grace. Once I was past the edge of the mushroom head, I stopped to enjoy the moment. Her ass was so tight, her moans loaded with taboo pleasure. I just watched the video, and loved seeing the look on her face at this moment. Her eyes were closed, her mouth set in a half smile, head rolling to the side while she was lost in the feeling.

I slid further into her, a little at a time. Finally I bottomed out and couldn’t go deeper. Time to start pumping. Slowly at first, a little more pressure with each stroke. Within minutes I was full on fucking her, pounding her ass for all I was worth. I wanted this woman to walk away knowing that she had just been well fucked. That’s when she started telling me what every man wants to hear.

“Oh Daddy, I forgot how much I love anal with you”

“Your cock is the greatest, don’t stop”

“Keep going! Fuck me. FUCK ME!!!!! FUCK MY ASS!!!!!!”

I loved every minute of it. The louder, the dirtier, the better as far as I was concerned.

We came at the same time, her eyes rolling back as she shouted “Daddy, I’m cumming!”. My cock delivered the second load of the night deep inside her. We were both spent. I pulled my cock out, and gave her a slap on the ass. “Oh my god baby, that was amazing”

We took a few minutes to lay there, collecting our thoughts. What should I say? The last time I’d been in this situation with her, I told her that I loved her. That’s not what this was about. I couldn’t say that since it wasn’t the same, since I wasn't in love.

I pulled her close, her head resting on my chest with my arms wrapped around her. It felt natural.

“That was fantastic sweetheart. We’ve still got it. Things are different, but good”

“I agree” she replied in a whisper.

We didn’t discuss the “arrangement” further that evening, and have been skirting around the topic in our texts since. I know we’ll get to it eventually, but I’m not rushing the conversation. I have NO idea how it’s going to turn out, but my fingers are crossed for a second hook up.