I pushed him down on the couch and started kissing him.

He enthusiastically responded, his tongue doing somersaults in my mouth as he diligently tried to unzip. He forcefully moved our bodies until we had traded places and I was flat on my back watching him take off his pants. Then he removed his underwear, which he waved around like a bullfighter provoking its nemesis.

I couldn’t help but start laughing. That was one of the stupid annoyances about Ethan that I had come to miss.

“What?” he said as he pulled off my jeans and spread my legs wide open. “I thought you loved my toreador move!”

Before I could answer him, my panties were on top of the heap of clothes next to us, and his mouth was firmly pressed against my pussy, suctioning my juices like some kind of sexual vacuum cleaner.

“I like this move better,” I moaned, rubbing my fingers through his hair as he sucked on my clit.

He mumbled something from between my legs, but I couldn’t make out what he said. I really didn’t care what he said. He slowly ran his tongue up and down my bud, and it felt like she was being woken up from the dead. It had been so long since Ethan and I had been together, I didn’t even care that we didn’t make it to the bedroom. And I didn’t care that the windows were wide open, and anybody walking by on the street could have seen us.

He didn’t care either. He licked up and down my slit like a lollipop, lapping up my juices and slurping and moaning between my thighs.

“Lauren, you taste so good,” he said. I wiggled my hips so I could feel more of him as he stuck his tongue inside of my pussy walls. He drove his tongue deep in and out of me, not forgetting to massage my clit. My heart raced and moans just fell out of my mouth, some just a whimper, others a roar. I continued stroking his hair, watching his overactive thumb whip my clit into an absolute erotic frenzy.

He inhaled my pussy juices one last time and moved his body upwards, revealing his glorious hard on.