it was one of those nights,just me, my ex, and a couple of drinks. we’d been hanging out casually for weeks, but something about that evening felt different. the buzz of alcohol, the comfort of familiarity, and the tension that had never really disappeared between us.

we were lying on my bed, my back pressed against him, feeling his growing hardness. i couldn’t help but grind against it, testing the waters. his hands found their way to my hips, guiding my movements, and soon his fingers slipped under my shorts, teasing me until i couldn’t keep quiet.

“you’re so wet,” he murmured, sliding inside me effortlessly. it was slow at first, his lips on my neck, his hand on my clit, and then faster as he grabbed my arms, holding me in place.

“cum inside me,” i whispered, and with a few hard thrusts, he did, filling me completely.

we didn’t stop there. twice more that night, we gave in to the pull of old habits, his body against mine, the door cracked open, the thrill of almost getting caught adding to the heat.

by the time he left, i was breathless, sore, and smiling,no regrets, just the lingering warmth of a night spent getting lost in someone who still knew exactly how to drive me wild.