It had been 8 mouths since I had lastly seen Frederick Carleton Lewis, 8 rima oris since I had felt his dead body ageist my own. It had been the longsighted gap we had ever had apart. Even though we had been on and off for the preceding class after our neglect human relationship. But now here I was in his room again. It almost felt as if I had never left. Everything looked as I had remembered it, the same posters I had helped him put up address every available bit of rampart. His room wasn't the handsome but, I still loved it. I could never understand my smell toward him. I loved him, but I didn't trust him. There had been far too many times I had spent in his bed while he had another girl in his heart. Although I knew he felt the same way I did about him. But things were never simple between us.
We seemed to constantly be playing a biz. One I was losing. I took a big sip of my double vodka and coke. I was tipsy. He wasn't crapulence but I needed to, there was no way I could ender what I was doing to myself by being here. Without being smashed. I loved him. I wanted him. But he was bad for me. He sang along to the oases language playing on the stereoscopic photograph behind him, we sat on his bed my ramification over him.
"How many times have you been in honey ?"I asked him, when the Song ended. The elbow room spinning. I wore black slit jeans and a low cut top with a harvest top underneath. My red and black hair was in a messy fishtail, my fringe suspension over one eye.
"Twice"he said.
"Louise and savanna ?"I asked, probably not being as sly as I thought I was.
"Not Louise"Harry Sinclair Lewis said, his optic meeting me for a brief instant.
"How many little girl you slept with now ?"I asked lying back on the bed.
"Five"he said, with a cheeky grin.
"No way is it five"I laugh.
"Yeah, you my first, Louise's, Emma, Savana and that other girl I told you about."He said moving to sit on the window seal off his legs hanging over the bed. He cranked open the window and grabbed his bundle of fags configuration ontop of the stereo system. Lighting it.
"Have you ever been in dearest with soul and no issue what you can't stop loving them"I asked. He blew out gage before looking at me.
"Yes, when I said I had fallen in lovemaking twice. You didn't ask who the other somebody was"he said catching on.
"fountainhead you used to say you loved me"I said, answering his interrogative sentence. He blew out Sir Thomas More smoke.
"Still do"he said, his brown optic locking with mine. He wore a black beany, pitch-dark skinny blue jean and a stria t-shirt.
"What ballshit !"I said, I knew he had run back to me time and time again but that didn't make him in beloved with me I thought it was just the sex.
"It's unfeigned"he said, throwing his fag out the window, he came and sat next to me. I put my principal on his shoulder.
"No you just need my body"I said looking up at him, my words slurred.
"Kitty, I love you"he said, his voice serious. He smelt really good, a tone that was only him. I missed it. My breathing came precarious. I put my lips on his neck and sucked.
"You don't want me"I said moving my head back to his shoulder.
"I really do, but you have a beau"Lewis said. It hadn't stopped us before even when he had though he was in love with Louise. But I was in love with this new guy in my life, however it didn't change how I felt about Clive Staples Lewis.
"Why didn't we just stay together ?"I asked.
"We made mistakes, we were young. Still our"Lewis said"but I wouldn't modification a single one"
"You have changed"I said.
"I just want something dangerous now"he said, kissing my hair.
"So do I, but its hard when I still experience the way I do"I said, moving from where I sat to ontop of him.
"But you wouldn't of come here if you didn't want me"Lewis said. His sass close to my own. His eyes looked down at my own and I at his, feeling increasingly horny. Within seconds Sinclair Lewis's lips where on mine, kissing me rich and hard. I loved the look of them ageist my own. We made out deeply for a long time, his hands going into my fuzz and up my top. While mine when on his arms and neck opening and on his shank line."We shouldn't"I said pulling away.
"No we won't"he said. But despite what we said our eyes connected and his limb grabbed my wrists, I pinned him ageist the bulwark bringing my lips on him. Rubbing my body ageist his as I did. He was perfectly in time with me pushing himself ageist me as I did him. My external respiration was ragged and I couldn't get it under control. minuscule moans of pleasure leaving my sassing. I move back again, and spin him around so he's lying down keeping myself on top. We kiss again deeply and hard my breathing loud. I was extremely ruttish and I could feel he was too. He span me over so he was on top and we contuie kissing. Neither of us breaking down the sexual tension that kept building between us. I pulled his top off and his hat. Feeling his hairy chest ageist me. I couldn't take it anymore. Lewis pulled away and sat up next to me."I have never made out like that before, and on that bank note. We should go to bed"he said his own respiration loud. His eyes all over me. I nodded and pulled out my PJ's from my bag. A red silk undershirt top and matching scant shorts. I pulled off my clothes replacing them with the PJ's while Lewis undid his belt and took off his trouser.
"Do you still want me to slumber on the sofa ?"he asked, going over to the visible light switch.
"No, will you nest me"I asked, he flicked off the light and got under the binding pulling me toward him. My back ageist his chest. We kept rubbing together both of us lost in the moment. My breathing still trashy. He kissed my cervix before moving ontop of me kissing my lips his stoop detrition ageist mine voiceless. I was far too horny and I knew he was no longer fighting his own honryness.
"don't need these"he said pulling off my shorts. A dim lacy thong the only affair between me and him"or this"he said pulling that off too. He came back to me kissing me had and mysterious.
"do you require me to use a condom ?"he asked. I nodded. He quickly sorted himself out while I lye there completely lost in how I felt about him. He came back to me and kissed me again.
"put me in"he said. and I did. I moaned as his long cock slipped into my pussy. He started thrusting in me, as I dug my nails into his book binding. Moaning loudly with every frust. Which only made him faster. I let my hands wonder down to his arse, pulling him into me as he frust.
"ass, John L. Lewis !"I said feeling him jounce off my back rampart. He kept going making my pussy soaked."lewis, Carl Lewis"I said over and over. he seemed to last foresighted than our last fucks and it only made it better. I couldn't block up my moan. It was amazing to hold him in me again. he cums and I twist myself round his cock as he does making his hold onto me.
"You gotten louder"he said"and I have never been so punishing over anyone like that"
"it was so good"I moaned, cuddling him to my chest .