*Mature content*

Street lights illuminate the night. A large full moon shines brightly, creating a fairytale feel. We walk in silence, basking in the presence of each other. There are hardly any people out, save for the occasional night jogger.

"So," Freya begins, breaking the quiet, "how is it at home?"

She already asked something similar and I'm guessing she's trying to make conversation. Deciding to humor her, I smile and bring my steps to a halt. When Freya does the same, I sigh.

"I don't know if I told you, but I bought a house for Lacey and I. Well, the same day, I found her cheating." Looking up, I watch the black sky that only has one or two stars. "It's unbelievably lonely. I keep wanting to reach over for her, but she's not there. It kind of sucks. Plus, I took out a loan, so there's that, haha."

"Maybe you just need some company and your place wouldn't feel so lonely."

Something in me snaps. All logic is thrown out as I listen to her words repeating over and over in my head. They're like a hidden message, a confirmation to feed into my urges. Yet somehow, I can't help thinking this is a trap. Though I'm sure Freya isn't the type to play childish games.

Taking a deep breath, I turn and face Freya head on. "Then... would you like to come over?"

Her plump lips pull into a smile. She takes a step closer to me, looking up with her brown eyes. "I'd love to."

***

Lips and bodies touch. Breathing is difficult, but we don't stop our frantic movements. Hands touch cheeks, holding each other tightly, not wanting to let go. We rip at each other's clothing in a blind attempt to get the layers away.

Stumbling, we somehow make it to the master bedroom. I can't remember if I cleaned properly or not. For a moment, a tinge of shame and embarrassment tries to overtake me before I decide to forget that. Right now, I only want to focus on the beauty currently grasping at me and nothing else. I want to put my all into whatever is forming between the two of us.

Breaking away, I pull my shirt off. Immediately, hands rub against my chest, brushing against every part. I'm roughly pushed on the bed, surprising me. It takes me a moment to catch my breath and realize that Freya has climbed on top of me. With widened eyes, I watch as she takes control of the entire situation.

She licks her lips before biting the bottom one and giving me a provocative look. What's in her eyes can only be described as being ready to take me to another world.

With no words and just a lingering gaze, she begins kissing down my chest. When she stops at the waistline of my pants, she brings her eyes to my face.

"Remove them."

My movements are frenzied as I nod and begin the process of taking my pants off. It feels like I've been thrust back into high school when Lacey and I had our first time. A swarm of disgust rolls over me as I think of my cheating wife while with another woman. How can my mind be so preoccupied right now?

Once I'm unclothed, Freya smirks. It's an action I don't think I've ever seen from her. Sly and real smiles, sure. But never a wicked smile that makes me feel like prey, no.

What's more is the fact that I'm already semi-hard and looking at her devious face is only making things tighten up more. So when she grabs my cock and wraps her full lips around the tip, my whole body twitches.

Lifting my upper half, I lean on my elbows so I can get a better view of what's happening. All I can feel is heat as Freya swipes her tongue over the head. This is something Lacey didn't do. Fellatio is something she absolutely thought was beneath her.

'Why should I have to get on my knees for a man?'

Respect is something I had always given her, so I respected her choice. It's not like I needed to get off by having my dick sucked. A relationship is more than just physical. If Lacey was uncomfortable with it through our seven years together, I regarded her with courtesy towards that. Though now that I'm thinking back, she was always the first to ask me to stick my head between her thighs.

It's not that I don't know about double standards, it's just I never figured I'd be in a position where I was the one getting treated in such a way. Really... I just never thought my relationship with Lacey would be so one-sided.

And now I sound like some asshole who thinks blowjobs make or break a relationship.

"Do you want me to stop?" Freya asks, pulling her mouth away from me. She raises an eyebrow and I can spot a glint of annoyance there.

"No, no." I shake my head and sit up fully. The movements cause her to adjust her seating as well.

She licks her lips and tilts her head to the side. "Then focus on me and not whatever is bothering you. Once I'm done with you, then you can ponder everything that's going on. Right now, this is my time, okay?"

Her sharp and assertive tone leaves no room for argument, not that I was going to anyways. I'll admit that I do feel like a hot piece of shit now. How can I think of someone else while getting head from this woman?

Rubbing my chin, I lean back down and watch. Freya grabs me again. Our eyes meet for a moment before she goes down on me. A strangled moan claws its way up my throat and I move my hand up to cover my mouth.

I feel her tongue work its way against my tip, even licking over the hole. As this stimulation has never happened before, it feels like a whole new world has opened up for me. I begin to let out the most unmanliest sounds as I fall back, losing strength in my arms.

Freya bobs her head. There's a sucking sensation and I assume if I was looking at her, her cheeks would be hollowed. She then grabs the base of my dick and squeezes it slightly. It's different, but it doesn't exactly hurt, though her grip is getting tighter.

Every once in a while there's a slurping sounds and I can't help but find it erotic. With that thought, my moans grow louder and more frequent as my need to come approaches. Before I know it, I thrust my hips, searching for more. As I move desperately, Freya presses down on my waist bone.

She pulls her mouth away to give me a look. "You're a bit impatient, huh?"

I grow embarrassed at her words. Jesus. I'm acting like I've never had sex in my life. And again... I really feel like I'm back to being a teenager.

"It's okay," she says when I don't reply. After wiping her mouth, Freya stands to her feet. She pulls her top off - a simple tee which somehow makes her look gorgeous - then her black leggings. "I'll give you what you want."

Freya climbs on top of me and adjusts herself so both of our sexes align. Something hot and slightly sticky rubs against my cock. Trailing my eyes down, I'm taken aback by the glistening vagina on top of me. A muffled groan leaves me as I cover my mouth to block the sound. I feel myself harden even more, if that's even possible.

"Don't take your eyes from me," Freya commands.

I want to ask why, but hold myself back. Should I really question the dominant woman before me?

It only takes a second for my unspoken question to be answered. I watch as a hand much smaller than mine moves over a wet cunt. Fingers rub the clit sensually before they dip into a scalding abyss. The sound that comes from Freya makes me bite my lip. Her hand starts off slow before it gradually picks up pace as she closes her eyes in what I'm assuming is overwhelming pleasure. Squelching sounds fill the room as well as her mews and puffs.

Once her legs begin to shake, she stops and pulls her fingers from herself with a small whine. When she opens her eyes, she gives me a small smile and a chuckle.

She licks her lips and asks, "Did you like that?"

"God, yes," I answer promptly. "I think I almost ejaculated just looking at you. Much needed because I think I'm about to have blue balls."

"Fucking weirdo." She laughs before grabbing the base of my cock. "But it's cute, I'll give you points for that."

With no other words, she plunges herself onto me. The feeling is like no other after a while of celibacy. Her pussy wraps around me like a fucking glove as she continues to slide down until she's taken in all of me. Both of us sigh out and Freya lets out a soft curse.

Her chin touches her chest while she looks down. Licking her lips once again, she places her hands on my chest and bounces her hips once, then twice.

Her bra-clad breasts move slightly as she bounces and she pushes her braids off her shoulder. My hands hover over her hips, not knowing what to actually do. Should I grab her, or let her do her thing?

Freya meets my eyes before rolling them and biting her lip. Grabbing my hands, she places them on her breasts before moaning and moving faster. As her vagina pulsates around me, I let out my own sounds of pleasure. With the chance Freya gives me, I squeeze her breasts once before pushing her bra up. It's not the heavy padded stuff Lacey always wore, but instead just a simple cloth with no lining.

Once the fabric is out of the way, I brush my fingers over her hardened nipples. Freya whimpers and slaps her hand against my chest harshly, catching her balance. Changing her movements, she goes from bouncing to grinding. She grabs one of my hands and squeezes it, silently telling me what she wants in the process. Grasping her a little harder than before, I give her bosom a tug.

"Ah, right there, right there." She moves faster and I once again notice the wet sounds filling the room.

Her pussy continues to fill with juices as I hit a place that must be special. The base of my cock as well as my waist is covered in hot fluids.

"Harder, harder," Freya mumbles and I don't think she even remembers I'm here. Her lower half begins to move rapidly as her hand goes down to her sex. "Yes, yes, yes."

Freya digs the nails of her free hand into my chest as her hips thrust forward a few hard times. She rides her orgasm out with closed eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and a gaped mouth. When she's finished, she stills and catches her breath on top of me.

"Oh fuck," she says once she's able to speak again. Then she finally sees the world around her, including me. "You didn't come."

She's right, I didn't. But somehow... I don't care. Seeing her ride me like some type of dominatrix has given me more pleasure than I ever imagined could happen. I've ingrained the sight of her into my mind for life now.

"It's okay."

Like earlier, she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "A little earlier you joked about having blue balls. Let me make you come."

I can't help feeling like the roles have been turned. Sex stories always feature guys who only care about themselves with sex and get off alone. One pump chumps or whatever they're called. I've never heard of the woman getting off before the man unless oral was being done. Do I sound ignorant? Yeah, absolutely.

"Really, Freya, it's okay," I tell her, shaking my head and laughing awkwardly.

She gives me a look before pulling herself off me. Her legs shake as she stumbles off of the bed. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me into a sitting position before dropping to her knees. I don't have time to prepare before Freya has my member in her mouth and is swallowing me down.

Her tongue rubs all over me and she coughs against my dick. Everything is too fast and I can't process how quick my orgasm is approaching. I just know it's on the way and I can't stop.

"You need to stop. I'm going to come." My warning comes with frantic movements to push her head away. Only Freya doesn't really listen. She carries on and proceeds to suck hard. "I'm going to come, ah. Freya!"

Ropes of come leave me, shooting to the back of her throat. I can't hold myself up anymore and I drop down and cover my face with my hands. The warm orifice leaves my cock, but a tongue rolls over the tip, making me twitch from the sensitivity. Then a body climbs onto the bed and lays next to me.

"You're a lot more dominant than I thought," I say. The words come after a moment of silence and me trying to catch my breath. Dropping my hands, I roll my head over to look at her.

Freya laughs and looks at me. "Are you disappointed? I'm not really one to give up control."

"No." And I mean it too. This was different... but in a good way. In a way that makes me want to experience it again.

Freya lifts to remove her bra and throws it to the ground. I've been saying this since our reunion, but she's absolutely beautiful. Even with sweat glistening on her body, she looks absolutely amazing.

"Should we have another round? Your staring is somehow making me excited," she asks, looking over at me with a glint in her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll let you come first this time."

*As an apology, it's long and hot. Sorry it's been like a long time since I updated this, but I'm back and ready to finally finish this shit!*