3. Running into the Ex

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I have to go back home the day after tomorrow. We both know, but I haven't mentioned it. We don't want to kill what's going on between us.

Ray invites me to his house again tonight and I wonder if it's a good idea for me to go. There's this part of me that thinks we're playing a dangerous game, but another part is desperate to feel that sexual energy again. He makes me come in ways no other man does.

I want to experience that one more time. After that, who knows what the future holds. He's promised me a special night, which is exactly his kind of deal.

He's very thoughtful. I'll give him that. So when I show up at his house and he leads me upstairs instead of into the living room, my curiosity is piqued.

The bathroom is darkness, lit only by candles scattered around. I turn to smile at him and his eyes are sparkling in the dim light. The tub is already filled with bubbles and scattered rose petals.

He remembered one of the best nights we spent together, which started with us bathing and drinking wine together. As if reading my mind, he produces a bottle of Merlot. He gathers me into his arms and kisses me.

We undress each other slowly, our fingers lingering. His kisses butterfly my neck. I stroke his toned abs.

After you, I say. And he steps into the bath, taking my hand. He guides me in to lie on top of him and wraps his arms around me from behind.

His breath tickles the back of my neck and the bubbles swirl around our bodies. I pour a couple of glasses and we lie in the warm, chatting and laughing. His dick is hard against my lower back and he moans and squeezes me as I wiggle against it.

You get me so hot, he murmurs into my ear, his fingers trailing closer and closer to my pussy. I turn to face him, pressing my tits into his chest and he growls, nipping at my neck. He twirls my nipple between his fingers, sending a burst of pleasure straight to my clit.

I rub myself against his erection, teasing myself, not letting him slip inside just yet. He lies back and lets me grind on him, water and bubbles spilling out onto the floor with each circle of my hips. Reaching to my left, I grab the wine bottle and tip it above his mouth.

He opens up and I pour the deep red liquid between his lips. It drips down his chin, neck, chest, so I lap it up and relish the taste of wine mixed with his warm skin. I feel his hand on his cock moving up and down between us.

We step out and stand, naked, vulnerable and aroused in front of each other, smiling sheepishly. He grabs a towel and bundles me up, kissing my forehead. We track damp footprints to the bedroom, which is also lit by a lamp and plenty of candles.

There's quiet music playing and a lineup of massage oils on the bedside table. I hand the towel off to him and he gives himself a quick rub down before leading me to the bed. I lie down face first, feeling warm against the cool crisp sheets.

I feel him settle behind me, a knee on each side of my upper thighs. He shifts and presses his hard-on against my arse, probing between the cheeks. I hear him laughing about how close he came to coming already.

I arch my back and lift my arse towards him. He slides his dick down the crack, leaving wetness behind. He hikes in a breath and pats me back down to the bed.

He smiles. He leans over me, kissing all the way up my spine in a way that gives me butterflies. At the top, he pushes my hair out the way so he can nuzzle the nape of my neck and my whole body shivers.

The next thing I feel is the warm trickle of massage oil. It smells like almonds and raspberries and it melts into my skin. I feel Ray's hands rub my back, starting on my shoulder blades, gently digging into the knots there.

He did a course in massage a few years ago and it never fails to relax me. He takes his time, working his way down my spine, giving equal pressure to both sides. I lean my head back, sighing.

My back is one of my biggest erogenous zones and he knows it. He is achingly slow and I feel little tingles of pleasure emanating as he trails further and further down. My lower back, just above my bum, is the most sensitive.

He starts by firmly pressing the heels of his hands in, just enough to make me moan with arousal and the feeling of tightness being massaged away. Then his fingertips knead the area, making me wriggle beneath him. After this, he takes away almost all sensations except for the lightest brush of his nails against the impeccable hair there, making all my synapses spark and rolling shivers up and down my back.

I want my back up into him to feel all of his touch, but the tiniest kiss just makes me crazy. It always has. When he leans in to replace his nails with the slightest brush of his lips, it makes me moan loudly.

He makes figures of eight with his mouth, always with the perfect amount of pleasure to keep me on the edge of convulsions. He breaks away briefly and when I hear a buzzing start up, I know what's going on. He presses the vibrator against me, which makes my eyes roll and my fists clench.

He hasn't even touched my pussy and I'm hot and wet. He trails back and forth on my lower back, then follows the knobs of the spine right to the top. I can't stop my body from bucking, just desperate for him to press harder.

When his hands are on my waist, he flips me over so I'm facing him. I see he's holding a wand vibrator. One hand, still slippery from massage oil, runs from my pussy to my tits.

While he finally slips the vibe between my legs, I stretch my body up and out towards the sensations which are buzzing through me until he hits my clit. It feels like nothing on earth. It is just pure pleasure all the way I can't describe.

Intense, powerful waves rolling through me. He doesn't move or change the position or pressure at all. There's no getting away from it.

There's something about these wands that makes for a deep purrs of power the second they touch you, and it feels as though there are mini-orgasms flooding me just after a couple of minutes. It's such strong feeling that I almost want to back away for a second, but I don't want to miss a single moment. Keeping the wand exactly where it is, Ray leans over and kisses me.

The tenderness of a kiss while my body is powering towards orgasm makes me lose my breath. I'm gasping into his mouth, unable to form words as the tension starts to build and build. I know I'm reaching a peak quickly and I want to hold on to how good this feels for a bit longer, but Ray is in control and the vibrator is working its magic and he's still kissing me while my clit aches and my legs strain until it all comes together in an overwhelming rush of sensation and pushes me over the edge.

And somewhere deep inside me I feel myself squirt liquid rushing over his hand and the vibrator while my pussy convulses and I moan into his mouth and my body throbs all over. It keeps coming and coming, my hips jerking helplessly with each new ripple. Ray doesn't stop kissing me until it's over.

Then he switches off the vibrator and curls me up into a little spoon position. This is the most fun I've had since we broke up and I am a little gutted I have to go back home so soon. However, it is my birthday in about a month and I might travel back here to see my family.

If this is what we do at Christmas, I wonder how we'll celebrate that. you.