Game of Thrones

On Monday night I caught up with an ex-boyfriend. Naming names feels a little harsh, so lets call him JJ. We haven't really hung out since we split up. The break up was predominantly a miscommunication. He's stubborn and didn't want to hear how I really felt.

We sat, had a Canadian Club or three... then we started watching Game of Thrones. My neck was sore, and he started rubbing it for me. I leaned back, and he started rubbing my chest. We were laughing and drinking tequila. Having a relaxed time.

Then he started running his hands further down my chest.

I leaned back and looked up into his eyes, he kissed me and then grabbed me and pulled me up onto his lap, turning me around so I was facing him. Unzipped my minidress, pulling my black bra down.

He licked and kissed my breasts and nipples, running his hands over them. We paused, relaxed and I slipped out of a dress altogether. I pulled the bra up, standing there in my black Victoria Secret bra and panties. I walked to the fridge to get us another drink, and I paused to watch the television (Game of Thrones still playing). He came up behind me and started kissing my neck, sliding his fingers into the front of my panties. 

I turned, kneeled down and undid his pants, sucking his cock gently. I ran my tongue up and down. He'd always been anxious and reserved about letting me get down on my knees. I think he felt fat. But this night? He grabbed my hair, pulled me in. His cock wasn't exceptionally large, but I could feel it in my throat. After a few minutes he grabbed me by the shoulders, threw me onto my back on the rug, and pushed my panties to the side. He thrusted deep and hard. He slowed, running his fingers over my throat and pulled out. Without speaking he grabbed me, pushed me onto my knees, grabbed my shoulder with one hand, pulled my panties down  around my thighs, and pushed inside me again. Thrusting over and over and over. I came, over and over. About seven or eight orgasms later, he finally came. 

Pulling my panties up, I curled up on the couch with him, and I was about to start getting dressed to go, when he grabbed me and kissed me. Standing up, he grabbed my hand and said "bed?".

Who could say no to that offer?

We made it to the hall way before he pushed me up against the wall, slipping his fingers inside my panties again. Even though he'd come inside me, it never really bothered him.

I came again, going weak at the knees, and pushed him back. I didn't want to fall in the hallway.  I made it to the bedroom first, pushing the clean laundry off the bed.

He climbed on top of me, flipping me onto my stomach, pulling my panties down and rubbing my clit until I came again. I pushed him onto his back, starting to go down on him, slowly at first, then harder and faster. Sucking, kissing, licking. He begged me for a 69, but I wanted to concentrate. He started to rub my clit again, and slipped his fingers inside. Usually he's so gentle, but he relaxed and started to push harder and harder. I squirted a little and I froze. Nervous. He asked if I was ok. Embarrassed, I said yes. He pushed me in the issue, afraid I was hurt. I confessed what happened. 

He kissed me, told me how beautiful and sexy it was, dragged my hips to the edge of the bed and started going down on me. Pausing for a second... "Again. I want you to again".

While licking my clit, letting his beard brush against me, he slipped his fingers inside me and massaged my g spot. Less than a minute later I squirted harder.

He came up and kissed me, sliding inside me, breathing against my neck, rubbing my throat, and breasts. He pulled out. "Knees". I rolled onto my knees. He slowly ran his fingers through my hair, gathering it back into a pony tail. Holding it with one hand, he guided himself in with the other. He grabbed my ass, still holding my pony tail. I had my hands grabbing the sheets, by back arched, barely able to breathe as my orgasms washed over me. Thrust after thrust... I don't know how long he fucked me hard like that for, but it was intense, and rough. Unusually forceful.   I felt him grip my hair tighter, pulling it back hard, grabbing my throat with the other hand. I could barely breathe as he came hard and collapsed on top of me. We lay there for a couple of minutes. Entangled. I stood up. I found my panties on the bed and put them on. I wandered out to the lounge. Finding my bra and dress. I got dressed, found my car keys, purse and phone, and wandered back to the bedroom. While I was gone, he'd put on his boxers and was waiting for me to come back to bed.

I smiled, and he said "I want you to stay". I laughed, and apologised, trying to keep it light. JJ stood up, kissing me trying to persuade me to go back to bed. I apologised as he walked me to the door. He kissed me at the door, and I pulled it shut behind me.

I drove the three minute drive back to my place, catching my breath in the car. Pulling into my drive way. 3.40am. I realised that it was 10pm when we started fooling around. FIVE AND A HALF HOURS? It had felt like minutes. It must have been a long time he went down on me for. It must have been a long time I was on my knees for.

I leaned my head against the steering wheel. I was tired. I wandered inside, lying down on my couch. I realised I had absolutely no idea what I'd "watched" on Game of Thrones that night. Laughing to myself, I flipped on the episode I'd just watched, and drifted off to sleep.