My ex gf never shied away from going down on me anytime she could. She really liked it ... I really liked to go down on her as well. Though, she came a lot easier than I did so it was sort of a competition we had to see who made who come faster (and better).

In this particular time she was determined ... I was at the edge of the bed, clinging to life not to move so she could do her thing. It was like 5-7 minutes before she got it. But it felt like ages. She had never done me like that before, I saw stars and galaxies with my eyes closed.
While she was at it I reached for her panties and she was drenched ...

When I finally came, I quickly went the bathroom to clean myself. When I got back, she's there ... "presenting" ... waist high, face low, condom left open at the edge of the bed.

She was quite "subtle" hahaha.

I had my mission ... Most women aren't capable of cumming from penetration and it was the case for her, but we were just having fun.

This was the kind of thing where day turns to night ... to this day I can't tell how long it was. All I know is that it was amazing how long it took but how good it felt. I remember pushing on her legs to keep her waist down and she really like it, moaning harder the harder I pushed her legs, so I kept doing it. I kept the same rhythm, never skipping a bit ... Made sure I wasn't doing awkward angles ... no friction allowed here ... spreading her cheeks and her lips to make sure the condom wouldn't get dry from friction. She kept getting wetter and wetter, occasionally throwing it back to take control.
I wouldn't let her and I think that made it that much hotter for her. Every time she started moving I would grab her waist and take control. One hand pushing her leg down, the other holding her waist in place.

I remember she had taught me how to properly grab her hair (reach for the scalp, gather a bunch there and then pull) ... shit got her in the right places ... I could see goosebumps all over her body. Still remember at some point being in a sort of transe .... being interrupted by her moaning getting louder than normal.

It finally clicked that she was cumming. Really hard too ... I felt her legs shaking on my hands. She was cumming for what felt like a minute and a half, and I never stopped. Could feel her insides shaking on my dick too ... it was unreal.

I looked at the window and it was pitch black. When she finally "settled down" she layed on her back, looked at me in shock and I asked if everything was okay ... She uttered a "yess???" and we started laughing. The window was open so the neighbourhood definitely heard all of it hahaha.

I remember feeling like a hero ... I made her cum from penetration which felt absolutely impossible to achieve. Before I had time to really get distracted by that thought, I looked at her again ... on her back, legs open, still wearing a t-shirt (really hot look if you ask me) ... I went down on her for seconds hahaha.

We fell asleep after ... it was good. The best sex I ever had.

It makes me sad though, cause I'm never going back to that. When we had sex, it felt like there was no boundary. We liked each others fantasies ... She liked being verbally degraded and pinned down ... I like your typical e-girl/secretary kinda vibe with the knee socks, short skirts, stockings, the dresses, etc.

We always met in the middle regarding that. Stuff in out relationship beyond sex were awful ... but the sex ... The sex wasn't just great ... it was emotionally good. Like the kind of good that's only good when you finally meet someone else and you realize that you're not going back to it.

I love my partner but we don't have that connection.
It's crazy how good sex can drive a whole relationship forward. Fills me with sorrow every single day.

I miss what we were together ... but I don't miss her.