Pay back is a bitch...

Her flat felt empty and cold. It had been about two weeks since she had been in and maybe a month since the last time she had spent an actual night there. A night on her own in her flat? It had been months.
There was a thin sheet of dust that lined everything. The blinds were turned down so that no sunlight or prying eyes would be able to get in. The light filttering through the blinds now was cold, white morning light and she was happy to stand in the dimly lit room looking around it. Her head ached and her eyes felt buffy from all the crying. Absent mindedly she walked to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. Her throat was hoarse from all the yelling... Setting her handbag down on the counter and running water to the kettle she swallowed the tears that tried to push through again. No, she had done enough crying. She´d not be sad anymore but angry.
Leafing through her teabags in their pink and white tin she disgarded the camomille as certainly not suitable. She ended up with something spicy and from far away place and after she had soaked the bag for a while she picked up her mug and walked through to the living room. She took her coat off and sat down on the soft couch with a deep sigh. Reaching for her mug from the side table she kicked her shoes off and lifted her feet up on the table.
Angry as she might have been, she knew she would forgive him. But for now she wanted to enjoy the rise of her wrath. She rested her head back and closed her eyes. The tea mug felt hot in her hands.
She must have drifted of to sleep because she woke with a start to hear the rattle of keys against the lock of her door. Setting the empty tea mug back on the side table with a little cough she stood up. The room was still dark but the light coming through the closed blinds had changed. Suddenly she heard it, rain. It had started raining. How fitting, she thought with a little smirk to herself.
The door opened and closed. The steps coming towards her were quick, impatient to reach her. She could smell his scent, the soap of his choice on his skin wet from the rain outside. She could hear him breath before he turned the corner from the hall to the living room so she could see his anxious eyes settle on her. -Babe..., he sighed the word and started towards her.
She lifted her hand and it stopped him on his tracks. His eyes welled up and he bit his lip: -Please...
His pleading felt like a stab on her heart. She wanted to run up to him and forgive all and just let him make it all up to her but she had decided to be angry! So instead she shook her head and delivered her reply with cold and monotone voice: -You made your bed, now lie in it.
She turned her back at him so that he wouldn´t see that she was breathless from the effort it took for her to fight the urge to go to him.


He felt the water drip down his chin. All he could think of was that he was ruining her expensive rug. Her words just didn´t seem to register. Although he was frightened she wouldn´t forgive him, he almost couldn´t take her seriously because that would make things way too serious. This couldn´t possibly be the end... He had loved the six months they had been together, loved every single second of it. Loved her! It couldn´t all just end on account of him messing things up like this!
He took another step closer to her and realised it wasn´t the rain at all that was dripping down but his tears. Embarassed to cry in front of her, he struggeled to swallow the sob in his throat and used the back of his hand to rub at the tears on his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak but realised there wasn´t anything he could say. She knew he was sorry. He had shouted that a her many times during their arguing last night. He had explained himself too. There was nothing left to say, not even 'i love you' because that had been said too.
Taking another step he reached for her hair. She didn´t move her head away as he had feared but let him stroke her long blond hair. He reached his other hand to take her right shoulder and stepped to close the gap between them. She was stiff against him when he leaned his body against her back stroking now her arms and kissing the back of her head. Gently he pushed the hair back from her shoulder and bend to breath on her neck. Her skin rose in goose bumps to meet his timid lips. Letting his hands slip down her back he reached for her waist. His long thumbs stroked her sides and his mouth nibbled on her neck scared, ready to pull away at the slightest flinch of the body under them. But she never flinched, instead she turned to face him with burning green eyes.


She could see he was startled. His eyes looked unsure, his hands trembled on her hips. He was breathing fast when she rose on tiptoe to reach his mouth. His full lips quivered when hers touched them. She hung on his shirt front crumbling it in her fists, pulling herself up against his long slender body. The shirt was wet and cool but the body underneath, it was burning hot, just like the mouth she teased. She didn´t kiss him, but licked his lower lip slowly staring him in the eye. He was blinking furiously and breathing through his mouth, loudly. When he finally couldn´t take it anymore and bend to kiss her, she bit into his lip. He moaned frightened by her teeth and tightened his grip on her waist. She bit down harder on the lip drawing blood. The taste of the blood, the iron in it, felt purifying. It washed away whatever was left of that other woman on his lips. Suddenly she let go and pulled back away from him and his grip. Looking up at him she challenged him. She wanted to see what he was willing to suffer for her.

His tongue swept across his lower lip tasting the blood instantly. He couldn´t help himself gasping. Her eyes were the greenest he had ever seen them. Her chest heaving. Her cheeks were flushed and when she licked her lips and challenged him with her intense stare, he realised he didn´t care what she would put him through because she would be worth it, whatever it was. He breached the gap between them again and pulled her to him. Again she refused his kiss and guided his mouth to her neck. Her hands were pushing his head down closer to her skin almost smothering him against her. Gnawing at her neck he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet. He felt her breasts press against his chest and when her lips caressed his shaved scalp he felt shivers run up his spine. He muffled his moans against her neck and squeezed her tighter in her arms. Taking few steps backwards he felt the edge of the couch against his legs. He set her down in front of him and pulling her with him by her delicate hands sat down. She straddled him and he blushed at the thought of her feeling his semi-hard cock between her legs.

She was pleased to feel his erection. The familiar shape of his cock felt good against her. His hands were restless and they tried to distract her from looking at his face and noticing that he was blushing under her with as much shame as pleasure. Her anger flared again, did he think this was it? That she was over it after few pets and a bite?
Quickly, unexpectedly it felt to her aswell, she slapped him across his face. They both held their breath for few seconds stunned by the slap and its force.
-I haven´t forgiven you... , she whispered her cheeks burning just like her eyes.
There was shock in his face, then sadness. He tilted his head and his eyes welled up again.
-I´m so sorry, his voice was small and his shoulders hunched forward. He reached for the hand that had slapped him second ago and cradled it in his larger hands. His long fingers stroked her wrist and he hick-upped with a sob. Whatever bravado had ever been there was gone from him now. What was left was him at his most vounerable, unguarded. He was at her mercy and he wasn´t fighting it.
She could feel the sobs by his contracting stomach muscles against her. She lifted her hands, gently this time, to his cheeks and felt the tears. She felt concern for him and his sadness but in a twisted way it felt good too to know that he was suffering, just like she had suffered when she had found out. Slowly she bend down and kissed his cheek. Going down lower she kissed the soft skin of his neck, licked at it. He pressed his face into her hair and nuzzled against her wrapping his hands around her with a sigh. She liked it but she was in no mood for gentle cuddling...
Slowly she started to move her hips against his lap. At the start he tensed up and held his breath for a second but relaxed soon and sank into the couch letting her grinding hips create the friction that felt so good. She could feel his cock hardening, pushing against her bigger now, hitting her clitoris sweetly through their jeans. His hands had slipped down on her buttocks and he was now moving her as much as she was moving herself. He bucked against her groaning low.
She unbuttoned his shirt quickly as he leaned against the couch with his beautiful eyes closed. The wet shirt was pulled off him and she marvelled at the sight of his chest and the fact that it was hers, hers alone and after this he´d know it too. She pulled her own black jumper over her head and tossed it across the dark room. It was still raining somewhere around them but she was only half aware of that or the fact that there was a universe around them.
She stood up and quickly opened and pulled off her jeans. He looked at her from the couch, shirtless, with feverish, gleaming eyes and rosy cheeks. His lips were parted and a lone tear was still clinging to the lower eyelashes of his left eye. He was a vision.
She straddled him again feeling his cock pushing through his jeans at her even better now. Her panties were wet and she almost giggled at the thought of leaving a wet stain on the crotch of his expensive jeans.

He sat up against her. He couldn´t help himself from panting. The white skin of her large breasts through her black lace bra made him shiver and he ran a fingers across them on the edge of the bra. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. He felt braver now and pushed his hand inside her bra pulling out her right breast. Her nipple was hard and keeping his eye on her face he dragged his wide tongue over it. She pressed into his lap tighter and moved her hips in a tormenting manner against his bursting erection. He slipped his hand around her neck and pulled her face closer to his so he could kiss her but she quickly placed her hand between their mouths and his eager lips were left with the salty taste of her fingers. Moaning frustrated he tried again but his hot tongue couldn´t find a way through the web of her tight fingers. His lips caressed her fingers, tongue lapped at them but he never bit her. He respected her rule.
She reached down now in turn opening his jeans. He bucked against her hands tugging at his trousers. Her soft fingers quickly found the opening of his tight boxers and released his hard cock. The cock swayed and hit her thigh making them both whimper with pleasure. Rising up in his lap she let him pull aside her soaked panties from the crotch. Carefully she picked up his pulsing cock and directed it at her swolled pussy. He could feel her over flowing juices drip on him and he had to go against every impulse of his body not to thrust into her before she would signal him that it was okay. She was in charge...


She could feel her skin burning. His cock brushing against her pussy sent small electric shocks through her body to the roots of her hair. He was grunting and looking down at his own cock and her pussy concentrated. -Wentworth, look at me, her voice was commanding and pulled him out of his concentrated state. His lips were swollen and his forehead was beaded with sweat. He parted his lips ready for her mouth when she bent down towards his face. But again she kept her distance and wouldn´t kiss him, instead teasingly she pulled close but not quite close enough. Just when he moaned with disapointment, she set herself down on him and let his cock slide up into her. He gasped grapping her by her arms so hard she felt herself bruising. He lunged forward to kiss her this time moaning satisfied against her mouth when she let him. She let him slip his tongue into her mouth sucking on it meeting it with her own. He seemed scared to move inside her and she let him gather his strength. Only after a while she started to move her hips gasping when the cock stretched her swollen pussy. His hands guided her hips, his mouth on hers, only once in a while dipping down to suckle on her nipple.
Very soon, after only what seemed a moment she could feel him starting to halt her hips from moving so fast, moving this way or that. He was holding his breath, tensing up. She looked down into his eyes and saw him on the brink of cuming. She indulged him and stopped moving letting him rest. His eyes softened and he started to breath again. Slowly he reached his hand and placed his fingers on her clitoris. She shivered when his fingers found the rythm he knew he loved, the places he knew so well. His mouth found her nipple now sucking on it hard then lapping at it gently and blowing on it. A deep moan rose from her throat and almost unaware of what she was doing her hips started to move again against his lap. His cock pushed deeper into her while he reached to grab her buttocks again. She kissed him. His jeans were rubbing against her thighs and the buttons of his fly were rubbing sorely into her flesh. She knew her panties were chafing the shaft of his cock badly too and she loved that he cared as little about that discomfort as she did.
Then she felt it, the wave of pleasure raising up from deep within her bursting as it reached her pussy. She arched her back and dug her nails on his chest gasping for air in the dark room. Her pussy convulsing triggered his orgasm and he came into her calling her name against her bare breast. They were sweatty clinging to each other with breathless bliss. Neither one said anything.
Finally she pulled away and stood up. She grabbed her tea mug of the side table and walk to the kitchen. Not bothering to wait for cold water, she filled her mug and drank the luke warm water. She could hear him get up of the couch and follow her into the kitchen. She turned to see him walk in shirtless with his jeans open. He was covered in sweat, lower lip still swollen from her bite and his left cheek slightly red from her slap. He was gorgeous.
He reached for a glass from the open shelf and waited for the cold water. He drank two glasses of water and then opened the dishwasher and put the glass in. He turned to face her, refreshed.
-Go home Wentworth.
Her words starttled him. His face was a question mark and he opened his mouth to speak again but said nothing. He looked distressed.
-Go and come back tomorrow. With flowers.
She winked at him and stepped to him closing the gap between them. She kissed the man´s mouth gently and caressed his chest. -It´s okay. Everything is okay. I love you.
Walking away from the baffled man in her kitchen she wondered if she should order take-away before or after a long hot bath...