The Ex

The Ex: A Sensual Reunion

As the credits rolled, the bedroom door slowly creaked open, spilling warm light from the hallway into the darkened room. Bleary-eyed, Sienna stirred under the thin sheet, hair a wild kaleidoscope of raven locks splayed across the pillow. Across the room, shifted with his back to her, lay damon. Frozen, he clenched the bed sheets, willing his thudding heart to slow. Sienna inhaled sharply as the silky enormity of her breasts became apparent, their pink apexes now stiff and pouting, begging for his touch.
Damon’s head shot up at the sound, eyes widening into orbs of smoldering jade as he turned. “Sienna?” he breathed, voice a tortured rasp. “You’re here.”
She simply smiled, sultry and tantalizing, impish brown eyes smoldering. “I’m back, damon.” Sienna slid out of bed, supremely comfortable in her skin, round butt cascading down the backs of her silky thighs. Damon swallowed hard, cock stiffening rapidly as she approached the bed. “Miss me?” Sienna purred, running a finger along his jawline, tracing down his throat and chest, into the defined ridge of his abs. Damon inhaled sharply as her fingertip grazed his quivering tip, lidded gaze riveted on her face. Sienna looked at him, teeth nibbling her full bottom lip.
Her dazzling smile could have powered the sun as Sienna grasped his shoulders, opening her thighs to straddle his waist. Damon groaned, breath catching as her slick heat enveloped him. Sienna began to writhe, cushioned breasts swaying above him. “God, I’ve missed you,” Damon gasped, overcome by the intensity of sensation. Sienna smiled, a wicked little cat, and began to undulate with streamlined efficiency. Damon’s heart thundered as the tangle of their bodies heightened, pleasure cresting, peaking, cresting again.
His hands found her heaving breasts, rolling the puckered nipples between thumb and forefinger. Sienna arched into his touch, mewls of ecstasy escaping from between those full, glistening lips. Damon felt the familiar heat and pressure of his impending release, spiraling higher and higher, propelled by the rhythmic contraction of her wet velvet walls. “Oh God, damon,” Sienna suddenly keened, nails raking his shoulders. “I’m going…to…ahhh!” Her climax slammed into her, shaking her frame, and the sensation was enough to send Damon hurtling over the edge with a strained cry of her name. Seconds later, they collapsed together in a tangle of flexing, sweaty limbs, gasping for air, flesh glowing from their exertions. Damon felt content in a way he hadn’t in months. “Sienna,” he finally whispered, “stay with me. Please.” Her smile was radiant, loving, unmarred for now, as the kissing began anew.
As the camera pulled back, the blurry figure continued chasing anonymous legs down the hall, far, far from the scintillating scene playing out on the bed. “You,” she suddenly hissed, leering at last. “You look surprisingly innocent.” The green figure smiled impishly, brown tendrils beckoning as they disappeared around the corner… the storybook closed for now, but never quite ending.