Last goodbye

Pierce called me to say he was leaving town. The first guy to make me squirt on cue, we had known each other for over a year now, and the dissolution of his most recent relationship was the final straw.

We probably could have been friends, even without the sex. He's not really my type (whatever that may be), but we have fun, and the sex is energetic. It's wonderful to know that he fully understands the concept of a "no strings" sexual relationship, and doesn't press me for time or commitment.

The airconditioner beeped as I cranked it up. I could smell his soap, almost as familiar now as a regular boyfriend's, despite the months that often pass between our meetings. He pushed me back on the bed, covering my body with his as we kissed, his hand sliding down my side to my pussy, already wet for him.

He went down on me, pushing two fingers deep as he licked me hard, tugging on my clit. I jumped as his tongue piercing pressed into my tender flesh, but he anchored me to the bed with a hand pressed to my lower belly. The other hand snaked up and pinched hard on my nipples, twisting them brutally as I dug my nails into his shoulder.

He pushed harder, the two fingers in my pussy straining to meet the hand on my belly, my G-spot the victim stuck between. I arched up, trying to escape his ferocious assault, but he was relentless. His hand slammed into my pussy, bruising my bones, but he never gave up. He stuffed a third finger into me, pushing another wail out of me as his arm pistoned.

Finally he laughed, a crow of triumph, as I gushed, the sheets darkening under me.