The Last Time

As of a couple months ago, my husband and I have stopped our physical/sexual relationship.  The last time we had sex felt different. Maybe because we both felt like it would be the last time for awhile, or possibly ever. Although in the moment, neither of us said it out loud.  After a morning of fighting and words spoken that I don’t think we can come back from, we both calmed down and sat at the end of our bed.  Without speaking he leaned over, placed his hand on my thigh and began to kiss my neck. My first instinct was that we shouldn’t, but damn it neck kisses are my weakness and it felt so good. His hand drifted up in between my legs that were now parted so he could rub his palm against the crotch of my leggings. My hand was now stroking his dick through his shorts. Soon I was straddling his lap, with my shirt off, one of my nipples in his mouth the other being pinched with his eager fingers. My now wet pussy grinding against his hard dick through my leggings and his shorts. My hands wrapped around his shoulders.  Next was a flurry of clothes coming off and being dropped on the floor.  This wasn’t going to be love making. We don’t have that in us any more.  No. This was just about fucking. And needing to get our frustrations out. Absolutely just about a release. Nothing more.  When we want to fuck, it’s doggy style. That full force, dick pounding the fuck out of your pussy, sex.  I got on the bed, facing away from him. On my knees. Him standing behind me, reaching around and grabbing my tits, feeling his hard dick press into my back with his precum dripping.  He let go of my tits and pushed my back down. Still on my knees, now spread apart some. Ass up. My arms outstretched on the bed. My face to the side, flat on the bed.  Feeling him line his dick up against my pussy lips is one of my favorite feelings. He lingers there for a moment teasing me, his tip pushed in just a bit.  Placing both of his hands on my hips, he slowly starts to push into my pussy. Making me gasp and him breathe out hard. After a few slow in and out thrusts, the fucking really starts.  No more politeness. No more gentleness.  As he starts to slam into my pussy, his balls slapping against me. My ass hitting him hard. The sound of my wetness getting pushed in and out. Pussy smell filling the air of the bedroom. Hearing him moan my name and breathe harder.  I start to rock my hips forward and backward against his thrusts, and move my hand down to my pussy. Rubbing my clit as he fucks me hard. I can tell he’s close. He makes this low groan when he’s trying to hold on and not finish yet.  His hands move off my hips. One to my messy bun to grab on and one to my tit. Pinching my nipple because he knows I’m close to an orgasm with the way my hand is rhythmically moving. My breathing picking up. Soft moans escaping my mouth. His dick still slamming into my pussy.  I let out a “Fucckk” as I feel the wave of an orgasm start.  His hands quickly move back to my hips. Grabbing tight. Fucking my pussy harder than before as it starts to clinch around his dick. Pulsating and contracting around it. Me moaning out and breathing hard. My fingers still working away on my clit.  I hear him say my name in a breathless moan. And feel his cum fill my pussy as he starts to slow his thrust and his hands start to shake as he loosens his grip on my hips.  When he slows to a stop and pulls out, a mix of pussy juice and cum run down my legs as he stands there almost breathless.  Being careful as I got off the bed, because, you, stains....We helped find each other’s clothes, kind of hugged and looked at each other and without a word we both went and cleaned up. Not speaking any thing to each other for the next couple hours. Nothing was really needed to be said. We both knew it was probably the end.