Sessions

These three Words pt. 3

PT 3 

I realized the loud pitch wailing was my phone ringing. It is Tuesday and I'm hungover, late to work, two days batting now . I'm losing control. I was fuming. I looked his way and glared ever since I answered the phone for him; my life has been spinning out of control. 

“Why are you looking at me like I did something wrong? '' he asked in the most irritatingly innocent sounding voice.

“Why are you pretending to be innocent? Are you trying to trap me?” 

“What the hell?! NO Lorena!” The nerve to get loud with me like HE'S offended!

“You knew it busted! Why didn't you stop? Or hell pull out?” His look of rage melted. He was looking pitiful now, his eyes pleading, begging me for me to forgive him.

“I didn’t know!....”his voice trailed off. “...but I swear to God I didn't know Lorena!”

I turned my back to him. I felt set up. Betrayed even. How could he?! He knew my ovulation cycle and that's why he didn't drink with me last night. He probably planned it all out! 

“I don't buy that ‘i didn't know, i couldn't feel it bullshit!” i raged. “You f*****g knew! You know my cycle, you planned this!”

“You don't really believe that after everything we've been through?” he was laying it on thick if i didn't know better i'd believe this bastard. But i do know better he was full of s**t.

“You didn't drink with me not even a glass of wine but you want to eat my p***y in the mirror?” i Was heated. He didn't exactly eat my p***y in the mirror. 

“I could smell you Lo’ He flopped on the bed with my bonnet in his hand. He pulled it to his nose.”When you pulled up I saw you open your door but when you put your leg out of the car I could smell you. Your pheromones permeated the streets and the restaurant. It blinded me. I couldn't see anything but you and it made my d**k rock hard.” he looked down he was ashamed. I was intrigued. 

“I didn't drink because I would have lost my cool in there. I could smell you getting closer and i couldn't break my stare and then you sat down and it was intoxicating. You were horny for me. I knew it and if i had added alcohol to that it would have been embarrassing it had nothing to do with me knowing your ovulation cycle. I haven't had an erection in months by the way”

“I don't believe you” I said it as coldly as I could. “The blue lipstick was for your hope! It needed to die, this relationship is dead! That's who died!” I began mocking him last night “who died lo? Who died’ but you cant catch a hint you decide to plant a f*****g baby in me, the this bs sob story I havent had an erection ‘ f**k all you havent!” I was getting more and more pissed the more I spoke about it. Maturity was out the window. How ironic. 

He got up to get dressed. So did I, I had to work as well. He never said a word. We got ready in complete silence. The exact opposite of the night before hell less than an hour ago.

My stomach clenched in a knot and my p***y spasm remembering how good it was. Him winding deliciously slowly into my sloppy wettnes, my walls clenching with every push deeper inward he would fight his way through he would stroke me until it relaxed i would get what i wanted, this battle wasn't for the weak,but he had been my hero many times before, so no matter how slowly he moved i would match his speed. Our bodies doing a totally different dance, with my hands gripping his back and him pulling my body down onto his d**k by my ass cheeks. I clenched tighter on the muscles further inside my p***y like a vacuum creating suction pulling his body into mine by his d**k the tighter i clenched the further it sucked him in. He moaned , more like he cried out from deep inside his soul begging mercies into my ear. I was in control below his waist. I still ran the show. With one clench I could make him speed up or slow down.  Shuddering away from me begging me to stop. Or forcing soft kisses on my p***y lips until he was ready to fight again loving the feeling of defeat to my grip. My legs wrapped around his waist. Back resting against the strength of his arms as he pulled us apart again maddening how slowly his arms skillfully pulled my body along the length or his erection. Giving pause to my entire routine I was stuck reminiscing and it wasn't even yesterday! Damn! I damn near wanted to forgive him.