Fuck me....

Lara.

" Be good, go to your husband's bed, and spread your legs wide for me!" It was not a request. It was a command, one that had my body responding to even before reason could kick in.

Derek, my husband, was still in the shower, and yet, that thought wasn't enough to stop me from opening my legs wide for Ethan, my neighbour, my ex.

I climbed on the bed, pivoted my two arms to support my weight, while I opened my legs, my core already throbbing, tears gleaming in my eyes as I stared at him, expectantly, my gaze almost begging.

" You still look the same." He whispered, trailing a kiss from my collabone all the way to my breasts.

" Heavens, I want to fuck you so hard, Lara!" He whispered, as he squeezed hard on my nipples, sending spasming sensation to every nerve in my body, and I almost moaned.

" Don't you dare moan for me." He commanded, before he locked my lips with his, treating to a hot and fiery kiss, and the pleasure, the familarity, it had heat burning through me, my core pulsating so hard that I whimpered, begging for attention, for a f*ck.

" Ethan..Ethan..." I called him, softy, my gaze pleading as I searched for his.

At that moment, my brain was foggy, all I thought about was him, and how it would finally feel if his co*ck was violently pushed deep inside me, after so many years.

" Be good! Take whatever I give you, quietly." He whispered, and without a warning, he pushed one of his fingers deep inside my wet pussy, and I saw stars, so bright that I a gasp tore past my lips, and I arched my back, in pure ecstasy. I wasn't allowed to moan, because my husband was in the washroom, and we, my ex, and I were tangled, our gazes locked, his finger fucking the living hunger out of me....

" You gasped...You broke a rule. You need to be punished, Lara." He whispered, and for a brief second, he paused his finger movement, and I felt like I was losing my damn mind. F*ck! I didn't want him to stop.

" Please...Please, Ethan.."My voice was laced with hunger and vulnerability as I begged.

His one hand was caressing one of my breasts, and his finger was buried deep in my pussy, moving,

And I felt it, the ecstasy, the stretch...I had stayed for so long without getting fucked that just a single finger from Ethan had me totally undone..

" Look at me, Lara.." It was a command. I had closed my eyes, savouring the taste, my heartbeat following his finger rhythm as he finger-fucked me.

The feeling was familiar, euphoric, and every cell in my body tingled. He knew all the right sports. He knew where my weakness was, and he focursed on it, wrapping his finger around my G-spot, rubbing it, and my legs trembled, I was breaking, juices streamed from my cunt all the way to his fingers, and looking at it, his features darkened.

" You still respond to my touch the same way you used to, Lara!" He dragged, a small smirk playing on his lips, and he added another finger, and as the pleasure doubled, I saw stars, desperately stared at them, as I moved my waist back and forth, meeting his finger thrusts midway.

Hell! That felt like heaven! It was ages since I felt so good, since I felt those butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

Ethan was right. I still responded to his touch the same way that I used to. And this time, the four year distance had only added to that.

As I sat there, under him, watching his handsome face, looking at his sexy and supper kissable lips, with eyes glossdd by sexual hunger, I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything, life included.

" Fuck! I want to fuck you so hard, Lara, I want to feel your pussy pulsating hard against my cock as I give you a ride of pleasure, I want your fingers to claw at my back, just like they used to, back then!" He cursed, while increasing his finger pace, finger-fucking me till I tilted my head back, till I used my one hand to sensually squeeze my free breast, fire was burning within me, and so was desperation.

" Then fuck me, Ethan..." I moaned, begged, only to slap my hand on my mouth, as if I had just recalled something.

Derek was still in the shower. And the thought, instead of quenching the fire inside me, it only added to the hunger...The fear of almost getting caught, and the thought of fucking Ethan, it was a dangerous combination. .

Out of sheer desperation, I wrapped my legs around his waist, locked him near me, and captured his lips into a long and desperate kiss, one that said everything I couldn't tell him....how much I missd him, how much I wanted him, and how sexually starved I was..

He deepened the kiss, took control, dominated every corner of my mouth with his skilled tongue, and the world around me went into a haze.

All I could feel was his heartbeat, loud, erratic, unstable, just like his fingers inside my dripping wet pussy.

He tasted like sin, sweet, forbidden, and I had never wanted to sin so badly.

Kissing him felt like out of this world's experience, pure pleasure wrapped thinly around me, his fingers kept moving, in and out, and my pussy responded the best way it knew possible, clenching around them, taking everything given to it, and burning with more need.

And the feeling? It was good, but, not enough. It was the feeling of being extremely thirsty, staring at the water, close enough to touch it, and not being able to take a sip! Heavens! It was like torture, and I wanted it to end, so badly that I broke our kiss.

"Ethan..." I whispered, softly...At that moment, I couldn't care less about the consequences,

" I...I. " I dragged, as I sensually bit on my bottom lip, and his face darkened, with something far more dangerous, determination- just what I wanted.

" Do you remember how you used to f*ck me back then?" I asked, trailing my fingers on his exposed chest muscles.

" Do you remember how hard you used to ruin me? Until I couldn't walk, for days?" I added, my gaze suggestive as it travelled to his crotch, where his huge cock stood erect, ready to for my wet entrance.

" I want that...Fuck me so hard that I won't be able to get out of my husband's bed.." I added, a daring streak glazing my eyes, and that was it..

He undid his robe, and I saw him, hard muscles, nothing like the boy he used to be....Huge cock, lined with generous veins...and I gulped audibly, hungrily...the thought of it ruthlessly tearing through my muscles as it dove deeper inside me, from my flower alway the way to my very lungs, it had my body shaking.

" I will," He promised, positioned himself at my entrance, and clear juice trickled down my flower just from the anticipation.

I slapped my wet tongue around my lips, eagerly, impatiently as I waited to feel the stretch, the fullness ..

I even closed my eyes, only to abruptly open them when I felt the bathroom door clicking open...

Derek had finished showering ..

" F*ck!"