Sex With Her Ex – The Christmas Cabin – Part One

Just Friends was playing on my T.V.  it had just started. Ryan Reynolds’ character was still his previously unpopular self and fawning over Amy Smart’s character when my doorbell rang.

I walked over and opened the door, still glancing at the tv. It was my favorite Christmas movie and I wasn’t in the mood to be interrupted.

On the other side of the door stood my ex-boyfriend, Colin.

“Colin, what are you doing here?” I was even more annoyed by being interrupted by the one man I couldn’t have cared less about seeing, let alone right before Christmas.

“Well, I’m in town visiting my parents and thought I’d stop by to see you.” He said almost shyly. But I wouldn’t let his act fool me.

“You could have called first. You know, maybe asked if I even wanted to see you in the first place.” It was a cool 5 degrees outside in the Colorado winter and I just wanted this conversation to be over with so I could snuggle up with a blanket and finish watching my movie. But it wasn’t going to be that easy. Not with stubborn Colin.

He ran his hands through his hair, a move he did every time he was nervous. “I was going to, but I knew you’d say no.”

“You were right.”

“I know. Can I please come in? It’s freezing out here.”

Part of me wanted to scream no and slam the door in his face, but another part of me was curious as to why he stopped by and in the end, that side of me won. I stepped back to allow him room to come in and closed the door once he did. I was already beginning to warm up.

I paused my movie and my hostess skills kicked in. I offered him a cup of coffee despite not even wanting him in my house.

“Yes please. Creamer?”

“French Vanilla.”

“That’s perfect.” He said.

I went into the kitchen and started a new pot of coffee. I didn’t normally drink coffee in the afternoon but seeing Colin was going to make it hard for me to sleep that night anyways and I figured “what the hell”. We didn’t speak as I fixed our cups of Joe and joined him at my breakfast bar. Leaving a seat between us, of course. I was the first to break the silence.

“So, why are you really here?” I asked just wanting him to get to the point already.

“I wanted, no I needed to see you.” He said.

I eyed him cautiously, “why?”

“Look I know I hurt you.”

I couldn’t help but scoff. “Did you come all the way here to tell me that?” I tried to act like I was over him but the truth was I was just starting to get used to living without him. We had broken up six months ago and my heart was still healing from what he had done.

“I miss you, Jess.”

I missed him, too. More than he could ever understand but I couldn’t let myself tell him that. I had too much pride.

“Come on, don’t you miss me? Don’t you miss us?”

I do. I thought to myself knowing full well I couldn’t give in. First, he left me for a job in New York without as much as a conversation about us. He just decided to take the job and told me he was doing it. I wouldn’t have held him back, but it felt like a slap in the face that he didn’t at least try to talk to me about it. He wanted me to drop everything and move with him. I refused and said I’d give long-distance a shot but this was quickly followed up by tabloids naming him “NYC’s Most Eligible Bachelor” with pictures of him at restaurants with beautiful models. I couldn’t do it anymore. I broke it off.

I flinched when he put his hand on my leg and I felt an intense, electrifying feeling that went straight to my core. As if my body was ready for him. As if there had been no bad feelings, no time apart, no breakup.

I cleared my throat trying to deflect my dirty thoughts and focus on kicking him out. “I think you should go.” My heart and body disagreed with this statement and I felt my pulse pick up.

“Come on, Jess.” His hand slid up my thigh a little farther and he leaned into me. The scent of his cologne enveloped me. He whispered in my ear “you know you miss me.” His teeth grazed my earlobe.

I knew I should have kicked him out at that point. I should have been stronger. But his hand slid up my leg, coming to a rest between my thighs. And despite the hurt I felt, the sex we had had always been amazing. One more time wouldn’t hurt would it?

I gave in.

I turned my head to face him and our mouths connected in a fierce and passionate way that only made me want him more. He moved his fingers against my clit and I yearned for him to yank my leggings down and touch the velvety-smooth softness of my pussy lips. My panties were soaking as the longing intensified.

His tongue moved with mine in the perfect rhythm. He’d always been a fantastic kisser and everything we did together – both sexually and not – was a perfect combination of the two of us that just worked.

I pulled back and as he was about to protest, I put a finger to his lips. “Shh.” I got off the bar stool, grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me all the way up the stairs and to my bedroom. The one we’d spent so many nights together before. I pushed him back onto the bed and he sat on it. I stood in front of him and pulled my shirt off. I was wearing no bra and the coolness of the air in the room quickly made my nipples harden.

Colin bit his lip as he watched me slide my leggings down my legs. And I stood before him in just my thong. I got down onto my knees in front of him and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I reached into them and pulled his hard cock out through the slit in his boxers.

I ran my hands along his perfectly hard cock, gently teasing him, making him want me more. I looked up at him and opened my mouth I placed it around the head of his cock and began to suck it. I stared into his eyes as I moved my mouth up and down. I took him into my mouth harder and watched as he sucked air in through his clenched teeth. His hands went to my head and he helped push it down so I could take him farther inside of my mouth. I gagged slightly as his cock hit the back of my throat and he used my hair to lift my head up some before pushing it back down. He always needed to be in control, even when I would try to please him. This time proved no different as he continued to grip my hair and guide me to do what he liked.

His moans were intensifying, and I wrapped my left hand around the base of his pretty cock and twisted it back and forth while my right hand began to play with my clit. I moved the fabric of my thong out of the way so I could really feel my fingers and I rubbed it gently, teasing myself and moaning with his cock in my mouth.

Just as I thought he might cum in my mouth, he pulled my head up by my hair.

“I really just want to feel you, Jess.”

I stood up and he removed the thong from around my hips and leaned down some so his face was pressed into my pussy and he licked my clit slightly. It was an awkward angle but it still felt good. He pulled back, using just his hands to pleasure me. His fingers rubbed my clit, harder than I had been doing to myself and then he slid one inside of me and vigorously moved it in and out. Finger fucking me harder than I felt I had ever been finger fucked. As my moans grew louder and I felt myself on the edge of an orgasm, he stopped.

“Lay down.” He said.

I got onto the bed as he got off. I scooted back so my head was on a pillow. I started playing with myself as I watched him remove his clothes. My right hand rubbed my clit in circles while my left hand pulled on each of my hard nipples. He watched me, even after being fully naked, for a few moments before climbing on the bed and spreading my legs apart. I spread them even farther, bending my knees and angling my body up at him so he could have a better position.

“I’ve missed your pussy, Jess.” He said.

“I’ve missed your cock.” I said honestly. I hadn’t been fucked in over six months. The last time being with him two weeks before we broke up and I had almost been to the point of hooking up with some random stranger just to feel cock again.

He held his cock up to my gleaming wet pussy and teased me. He rubbed it against my clit. I was desperate to feel him stretch me. I was desperate to feel his cock hit my gspot. I was desperate for another intense orgasm like the ones he used to give me.

I was about to start begging when he found my hole and worked himself inside of me. Despite being super wet, it took a bit to get him inside of me. We’d always had this problem because of his girth. But with some patience it always worked out and I felt him slide all the way inside of me.

“Oh, God.” I moaned, closing my eyes and focusing on the pleasure.

He slid in and out of me slowly, both of us just relishing in the pleasure that was taking over our minds and bodies.

“I forgot how tight you were.” He said through heavy breaths.

He started to pick up the pace but then paused to move my legs onto his shoulders. His cock was deeper inside of me and I could feel him hitting that special spot that I knew would send me into a mind-and-body-numbing orgasm.

He moved with such precision as if he remembered the exact spots to hit. The exact way I liked to fuck. The exact way that would send me spiraling and he did just that. Picking up the pace, it only took ten more seconds to send me into an orgasm.

I threw my head back and yelled “Oh, fuck Colin!”

“That’s right, baby. Say my name.”

“Oh, Colin!” I yelled out. “Mmm. Colin.” I cried through the rest of my body-shaking orgasm and as I came down from it – everything still tingling – he pulled out of me.

“I want to watch you ride me.” He said, excitement filled his eyes.

He laid down next to me and when my breathing calmed down some, I sat up and climbed on top of him. Swinging one leg over and slowly lowering myself down onto his cock, which he was holding up for me. He slid right inside of me and was so deep that I almost couldn’t breathe.

I sat up straight and started rocking my hips back and forth, just feeling the pleasure of being on top of him. Being in control. His hands went to each of my breasts where he started playing with my nipples. Squeezing and twisting them hard enough to push me toward another orgasm.

“Oh fuck.” I moaned.

“You like when I play with your nipples, don’t you?” He asked.

I nodded my head, unable to speak. I leaned back so he was at more of an angle inside of me.

“Oh yeah. You remembered.” He moaned, eyes closed as I rode him.

And as I picked up the pace, sliding up and down on his cock in a mixture of a rocking/bouncing motion his fingers played more with my nipples and it was enough to send us both over the edge. I felt him throb inside of me as the pleasure swept over my entire body. The both of us moaning as I still moved my pussy on his cock through the remainder of my orgasm.

When we both came down, I went to climb off him to get cleaned up when he gripped my hips and pulled me down on top of him. He kissed me hard.

“I didn’t come here for sex, Jess. I really miss you.” He kissed me and I laid on top of him with his cock still inside of me for what seemed like hours.

“I bought a cabin in the mountains. I want to go for Christmas. Please come with me.” He whispered.

“Okay.” I mumbled into his chest, my eyes heavy and my body begging for a nap.

I didn’t know what the future held for us but as soon as I felt him grow hard inside of me again, we went right back to fucking and I was okay with that.

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