I always heard about different types of sex and how they feel and the “we shouldn’t be doing this” sex seems like the king of them all. If you ask me though, I’d say that make up sex is the best of them all; others seem overhyped, and here is why.
My boyfriend and I had an argument that escalated a while ago and we broke up for three weeks. Neither of us could live any normal life without each other despite our stubborn egos. He reached out first and his texts got both my eyes and my coochie wet. I didn’t reply his texts, I just picked my bag and went straight to his house because I still have the extra keys. On my way I bought a new set of lingeries and also ingredients for Amala and abula with goat meat, his favorite dish. I knew he was still at work so when I got to his place, I cooked, freshened up and changed into my lingerie.
When he came back, I opened the door for him and pretended like I was still mad at him to confirm if he meant what he texted. He dropped his bag on the couch and hugged me from behind, cupped my boobs in bothhands and started apologizing all over again while playing with my nipples, I didn’t let him finish before I turned around with tears in my eyes and kissed him, the most passionate kiss since our first time. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist while we still kissed.
The bedroom was suddenly super far so we opted for the couch where he dropped me, didn’t bother to take my lingerie off because I was still naked with it on anyways so he had full access. He removed his tie and almost tore his shirt open then removed his trousers.
The sight of his rock hard dick and his bare body in general drove me crazier with need, and I realized how much I have missed him and tears rolled down the side of my eyes. He positioned himself between my legs and gently slid into my already wet vjay. It was slow and deep sex, we were both taking our time to savor the moment as he kept whispering words of apologies and assurance of his undying love as he grabbed my ass and dug deeper inside me. I clung unto his neck, the hoarseness in his voice, his sweet slow but deep thrusts making me spread my legs wider to accommodate all of him.
He made love to me so beautifully.
Soon, we were both cumming and that was when his pace increased a little bit, he nutted inside of me, stayed inside while we cuddled, kissed, and apologized more.
It felt so beautiful, so sincere, so real. I think we should fight more.
And he did ate his meal, the first one was just more important.
