Sequel • Worth Fighting For
It is commonly known and spoken that time heals all wounds.
But what they don't tell you is that those wounds remain, leaving behind a plastic film of torment and affliction with those subconscious memories nudging you l...
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Sexual tension had been coursing its way through both mine and Josh's veins over the past few days like a pipe ready to burst.
And right at this moment, that pipe was well and truly overflowing.
Josh pressed me back against my old bedroom door, slamming it closed in the process. I moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue delved deep past my lips. Lacing my fingers through his hair, I pulled his body along with my own towards the bed, wanting so desperately for him to dominate every inch of my being beneath it.
I couldn't help but imagine if things were different, if we had never broken up in the first place. Would our relationship still feel like a blazing fire, never ceasing to go out? Or would it have burnt out itself?
We were two separate flames, craving the innocent touch of our bodies together and I couldn't help but feel the warmth of his against my own once again.
I allowed his hands to caress my body, inching their way across the curves he'd once be able to recall with his eyes closed. His fingers touched the memories of our once intimate moments, alighting my body with every old scar and freckle.
My mind was struggling to think past his touch, forgetting about the barriers in my life and only knowing Josh's hands pressing my own down into the mattress as his lips peppered their way down to my neck, leaving his mark before I had the courage to disallow it.
The familiarity of his kisses were like the body shaped dent into a memory foam mattress. He was my own form of soft mattress, the one I couldn't forget as hard as I tried.
A silent agreement found itself when our eyes burned hard against one another, all the while, Josh slipped his dutiful hand between us, cupping my sex against the thin layer of cloth being the dress I'd put on for thanksgiving dinner.
"I don't know how I've managed to go so long without this." He whispered close to my ear, blowing his breath and causing my body to convulse closer to his with the feel of it.
With his intricate efforts, he slipped his hand through the material of my underwear, finding the soaked place all from his doing. "This being what exactly?" A smirk found my lips followed a short and sweet gasp from two of his fingers finally entering me.
He started off slow and steady but I knew that wasn't how we did it.
Before, we would make love, but part of me knew that this was just the climbing animosity of sexual tension that had been steadily building since we saw each other again. It was the release we both craved, and yet I couldn't help but feel my shoulders fall in dejection at this most likely being the last.
