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Gilear and Sandra Lynn aren't together. They don't see each other that way anymore!
Nope. Not even when Sandra Lynn took Gilear to one of the hot tubs in the home they were staying at...not even when she sat behind him, massaging his shoulders. Gilear doesn't think of her that way. Not one bit. Not even when her voice was soft and kind in his ear, telling him that he did good, that he was okay, that she would take care of him... definitely not.
Sandra didn't even humor the hint of the idea that she might still be attracted to her ex-husband. Not when her fingers ran over his shoulders and he made that small whimpering sound that he always used to when she touched his thigh...and certainly not when his eyes fluttered shut as he stepped into the hot tub...and she definitely didn't find it hot that he didn't have a swimsuit so he wore a pair of his boxers into the hot tub.
Nope. These two weren't at all into each other. Gilear's eyes glancing at Sandra's chest from time to time was nothing but coincidence. Sandra's fingers grazing Gilear's thighs was a total accident! As for the blushing, they were in a hot tub. Of course, they were hot! So, when the divorced pair pulled themselves into some dry clothes and trekked back to the hangvan, they were both looking for an excuse to not part ways to separate rooms. As they climbed into the blankets, Gilear paused.
"I don't..." He began, but he trailed off. Sandra looks at him and nods. She takes his hand and pulls him toward her alcove in the sanctuary.
"I don't want to be alone either. Come on." She pulls him into her room in the sanctuary and they sit side by side. "To be clear, I just want to talk." She begins. Gilear blushes and bites his lip.
"Oh, yes. I had...assumed-" He began sputtering nervously, but Sandra Lynn reached over and grabbed his hand.
"But..." She added, "I wouldn't be...opposed...if things escalated." She whispered. Gilear blushed bright red and spluttered nervously. Sandra retracted her hand. "You...don't want that, do you?" She asked slowly, knowing his body language in and out she understood when he was hesitant about things. But before she could fully pull away, she felt his large, rough hand grab her wrist, at first harshly, then quickly loosening.
"I didn't say that." He replies hurriedly. "Sanda, I..." Gilear's tongue darts out to wet his lips, his breathing becoming slightly labored. "I crave your touch...I've dreamt of this opportunity. Don't deny me on my behalf." He admits this in a quiet, nearly raspy tone. Sandra's body shivers, recognizing exactly what that tone means.
"Like old times?" She whispers hopefully. Gilear grins, finding a moment of confidence.
"Better than old times." He grasps her hips in his hands and pulls her closer. Gilear's hand reaches for her face, grabbing her chin, he gently pulls her closer and kisses her. Years of pent-up love, lust, and frustration pool out in this kiss. He doesn't give her time to process before he shoves his tongue into her mouth. He groans and familiarizes himself with her once again. She still tastes like elven wine, and chocolate. As he pulls away, Sandra Lynn bites his bottom lip playfully. This draws a groan from his throat, nearly a growl.
"I'm going to remind you why you married me." He whispers, "Legs around my waist, now." Sandra complies, wrapping her legs around his waist. Gilear grasps her and stands carrying her to the bed. He gently sets her down, laying her on her back. His fingers find their way to her sides, running beneath her shirt playfully. He chuckles. "Ohhh, Sandra... You're covered in goosebumps. Did Jawbone not fuck you right?" His voice is deeper than normal, returning to a pattern older than their relationship itself. Before the discovery of Sandra's cheating, he had been quite the competent man, and more than competent as a lover. Sandra lets out a small gasp.
"Don't b-bring Jawbone into- fuck- into this!" Sandra tries to protest but Gilear brings his fingers over her nipples. He pinches her and smirks.
"I'll bring up anyone I want to because you're going to forget them all by the time I'm done here." He tugs Sandra's shirt over her head, knowing she isn't wearing a bra he immediately leans down to begin sucking her nipples. Sandra Lynn arches her back and whines at the teasing action, Gilear has to hold himself back from laughing at her eager nature.
"For the record! H-He is an excellent lover-" Sandra tries to defend her boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - through pants and whines. Gilear pulls away and tuts at her condescendingly.
"Oh? If he was so excellent, you wouldn't be squirming in front of me, practically whimpering at my touch." Gilear teases. He bends down and unbuckles her pants, pulling them off of her. He looks at his ex-wife, shirtless, braless, in a pair of black underwear. He chuckles, adventure underwear, comfortable. But damn, she still looked sexy as the 9 hells in them. He reaches down and runs one of his large fingers over her underwear. When she presses against it, he grabs her waist and pushes it down, keeping her still.
"Please- Gilear come on, don't tease." Sandra pants.
"Pathetic." He sneers. Sandra shivers at this. "You can't wait to be touched, can you? You're so needy, you just got fucked two days ago, and you can't wait any longer for my cock? Are you that much of a slut?" Gilear's voice gets raspy, and low as he degrades the woman in front of him. He can feel her squirm, he sees the way she tries to suppress her moans at each cruel word, but her body betrays her. Gilear runs his finger over her panties once more. Sandra lets her mouth fall open as she lets out a soft moan.
"Please..." She whispers breathlessly.
"Again."
"Please, Gilear, please~" She begs through shaking breaths. Gilear finally hooks his fingers around the bands of her underwear and slips it off of her waist. He takes his time running them down her legs before finally tugging them away from her body entirely. He throws them as he kneels beside the bed, sitting perfectly between her legs. He begins to kiss her thighs, running his way up one, then back down it. He avoids her heat, carefully as he kisses across her waist to begin kissing her other thigh. Up then down. Gilear slowly inches closer to Sandra's sweet spot, carefully, deliberately, he runs his tongue up the center of his. She shakes and moans. Her hands reach down, fingers intertwining in his hair.
"Mmm, will you be a good girl for me?" Gilear asks, purposefully stalling her pleasure. Sandra Lynn whines but responds.
"Yes, yes I will, please, please jus-" Her words are cut off by a loud moan as Gilear buries his face in her soaking wet pussy, his tongue delving deep inside her, expertly running over her. He turns his attention to her clit, licking and sucking it, his calloused finger pressing at her entrance as he does this. When Gilear presses his finger inside of her, Sandra Lynn bucks slightly, letting out another loud moan. Gilear suppresses the urge to moan at the sound, instead, he continues to pleasure her clit, pumping his finger in and out of her. He fights back a smirk as he curls his finger in the way that he knows she loves. Before she can enjoy the sensation as it is, he presses a second finger into her. Sandra clenches around him, moaning loudly. Her hands tighten their grip on his hair, and Gilear groans against her at the sensation.
Gilear moves his fingers in and out, rhythmically, finding the perfect pace. The sounds coming from his ex-wife's mouth are music to his ears. When she nears her climax, he curls his fingers again, his mouth paying closer attention to not be too much for her clit, but not to leave it neglected. As Sandra Lynn finishes, she moans loudly, her hips pushing against Gilear's mouth, he doesn't miss a beat, and as his fingers slow down, he lowers his mouth. The moment his fingers exit Sandra Lynn's pussy, they're replaced by his tongue. He eats her out, tasting her. He moans against her.
"Fuck, Gilear I'm so sensitive you can't---oh fuck~ Please don't stop~" Her body is shaking as her grip on Gilear's hair loosens, Gilear chuckles against her, only earning another moan. As his tongue works tirelessly, Gilear can feel his cock straining against his pants. Sandra Lynn's moans turned him on so much. He groans and pulls away.
"What? Why?" Sandra pants weakly. "Please- Please..." She tries to push his face back. Gilear stands up. He looks at his ex-wife's sweaty, shaking body. He groans again.
"You're such a needy little slut." He comments. "Hands and knees. Now." He orders. Sandra Lynn weakly obliges, her thighs shaking. "There's my good girl." Gilear stands above Sandra Lynn and says, "If I made you cum again right away, this would have been over far too quickly. And I intend to savor this." Gilear growls, he reaches down and rests his hand on her ass, he squeezes it. She shudders. He lifts his hand up and brings it down roughly. With the loud sound of skin on skin, there's also the sound of Sandra moaning loudly. The sting makes her pussy clench, wetness growing between her thighs once more. One of Gilear's hands reaches between Sandra's legs, his fingers re-enter her, he doesn't give her time to adjust before he's moving them at the pace that made her cum mere minutes before.
"Gilear~" Sandra moans loudly. Her thighs shake more intensely. Gilear smirks and slaps her ass again, harder this time. He builds her up again, slapping her occasionally, and as Sandra cums for the second time this night, her legs buckle out from beneath her. Gilear admires the pathetic way she shakes and whines as she comes down from her high. He licks her finish off of his fingers.
"I love watching you, seeing the way my touch makes you come undone." Gilear comments, he leans down next to Sandra's ear. "But my generosity was never enough for you, was it? You ran off with a devil." Gilear grabs Sandra by the hips and turns her onto her back roughly, then he grabs her face, gripping it between his fingers. "Look at me." He commands. "Apologize."
"I've told you I'm sorr-"
"Do it properly," Gilear growls, dropping her face. "Use your mouth, not your words." Gilear begins unzipping his pants. Sandra Lynn looks at him, wide-eyed.
"Yes, Gilear...I'll apologize properly." She pants quietly. Sandra sits up as Gilear sits on the edge of the bed, his pants and underwear fully discarded, his shirt quickly follows.
"Come here between my legs like a good girl." Gilear prompts. Sandra nods and does as she's told, her eyes darting to that familiar length between his legs. Gilear leans down and puts his face beside her ear. "Am I going too rough on you?" He whispers, his voice is soft and caring. Sandra smiles and replies,
"You know I like it this way, don't worry I still remember our old safe word."
"And the signal for when your mouth is full?"
"Three taps on your thigh, I haven't forgotten. Now relax and let me apologize for what I did." Sandra replies, Gilear smiles and moves his face, kissing her. They kiss deeply for a moment, Sandra's hands gripping his thighs. Gilear's hands cup her face gently. For a moment they almost seem like a couple again. Gilear's heart flutters hopefully, but he quickly shuts it down. He pulls away from the kiss and growls,
"Get to work." Sandra immediately licks her lips and looks down at Gilear's cock, she whimpers.
"I haven't had anything this big since we were married..."
"And if you don't start sucking it, you never will again. Got it?"
"Yes-" Sandra replies hurriedly, lowering her face. She licks his tip teasingly. Gilear groans. Sandra takes his tip into her mouth and Gilear moans. His hips buck gently. As she takes his length, or as much as she can, into her mouth, Gilear moans quietly. He reaches down and grasps her hair. Gilear says,
"One hand on my thigh. Use the other one to touch yourself." Sandra Lynn moans and does as she's told. Gilear begins to thrust gently, he stands to move easier, and Sandra adjusts herself on her knees, one hand between her legs. Her fingers dip into her wetness, using it to rub her clit easier. She moans against Gilear's cock as she lets him fuck her face. He starts off slower, but as he speeds up, his moans get louder and moans. Sandra's movements between her legs speed up as well. As she begins to shake, Gilear moans loudly. Gilear shoves himself down her throat, she gags, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She looks up at him, making eye contact. He pants and grins at the sight. Sandra moans at the sight and shakes even more. Gilear sees that she's about to finish again and he groans,
"Do it. Make yourself cum like the slut you are." These words are enough to tip Sandra over the edge, she cums on her own fingers, moaning against her ex-husband's cock. As Gilear watches Sandra finish, he shudders and moans, nearly finishing. But he pulls away at the last second. He pants and shivers, moaning loudly. Sandra pants and looks at Gilear curiously.
"I could've swallowed it..." She claims softly as if reassuring Gilear that he wouldn't have been out of line if he had cum.
"I'm going to...cum inside of you. Just not your mouth." Gilear pants. Sandra Lynn blushes and nods eagerly.
"Please, I want your big dick inside of me..." She lets her tone slip into that begging voice she knows he loves. Gilear groans and helps Sandra Lynn stand, he kisses her deeply, placing his hands on her hips. Gilear guides her to lie back on the bed, kissing her over and over as he crawls over her.
As they get into position, Gilear runs the tip of his cock over her entrance, a smirk playing on his lips. Sandra bucks her hips and whines.
"Why do you always tease me, Gilear?" She whines. He grabs her hip with one hand and thrusts inside of her in one quick motion. Sandra's complaints are quickly drowned by the sounds of her moans. One of Gilear's hands grabs Sandra's wrists and pins her arms above her head, the other holds her hip roughly as he pounds inside of her. His breath is coming out in pants, accompanied by deep grunts and groans.
They almost don't notice the voices in the distance, suddenly Gilear's ears perk up, his pace slowing.
"Come on, just drag the mattresses over here, it'll be perfect." Fabien's voice slurs as it nears the van. The hand that Gilear had on Sandra's wrists quickly drops to cover her mouth.
"Shhh, shhh. We'll have to be quiet." Gilear whispers, leaning down next to her ear. "Every good slut knows how to keep quiet, are you a good slut?" Sandra Lynn nods frantically from under Gilear's hand. "Good~" He coos, removing his hand from her mouth. Gilear begins to pick up his pace a little, not quite what it was before, but close enough to earn some squeals and moans from his ex-wife. He gives her a warning look, and Sandra moves one of her own hands over her mouth.
The sight makes Gilear moan lowly, he leans down and muffles his own sounds by biting her shoulder. Outside they can hear more of the party gathering around the Hangvan, and Gilear prays silently that the contraption isn't shaking with his thrusts. He moans at the thought, partially due to the lewd nature of it all. As he bites Sandra Lynn's shoulder, his tongue flickers out to run over her skin. She clenches around him, and Gilear can hear her let a moan slip from her lips, he knows she's almost finished. He pushes deeper inside of her, bottoming out. At the same time, he moves her hand out of the way, kissing her, swallowing Sandra's moans into his own mouth. He reaches down and runs his fingers over her needy clit. She moans loudly against his lips and climaxes, her thighs shake and her arms wrap around him, Gilear moans as he feels her fingernails dig into his back, he gives a few final sloppy thrusts before his hips stutter and he cums deep inside of her.
Pulling away from the kiss, Gilear pants and groans quietly, pumping a few short times, riding out both of their highs.
"Such a good slut for me..." He pants quietly. Sandra practically melts as she comes down from her final high of the night, her eyes half-lidded, her breath shallow.
"Oh gods..." She exclaims quietly. Gilear leans down and kisses her again, finally pulling out. Once the kiss ends he all but collapses beside his ex-wife. They listen to the sounds of each other's breathing, the silence occasionally broken by the drunken sounds of the Bad Kids outside.
"Do you think they heard us?" Gilear asks nervously. Sandra laughs weakly and shakes her head.
"They're so drunk, even if they did hear us I doubt they'd know what it was." Gilear breathes a sigh of relief.
"Should I...leave?" He asks tentatively. Sandra Lynn looks over at him and shakes her head adamantly.
"No, of course not. Come here." She turns and wraps her arms around him, he does the same, blushing slightly.
"Sandra Lynn, I never stopped loving you," Gilear admits.
"I know." She whispers.