EroticReverie

Jessa

I lay on the table  panting as Elliot kisses my neck and then my mouth, and then lifts up and slides out of me. I whimper, laying with my legs hanging off the table. 

Elliot grabs his briefs and pulls them up, and then goes to my bathroom. 

I manage to get myself up, biting my lip at how fucking good our sex is. I slip of the table and giggle at the way my legs wobble slightly, and then still myself and go to my bedroom with my sweater in my hand and ripped leggings on. 

I take them off, and toss them in the trash as Elliot walks out of the bathroom and back to my kitchen.

"Babe?" he calls out. 

I smile at the term of endearment.

"In here." I say , calling to him, as he walks in with his pants and dress shirt, he walks in and starts to dress himself, slipping on his pants, and buckling them. 

"I gotta go." he says. 

I roll my eyes. "Of course you do."  I say and then shrug and turn and pull out a new pair of leggings, black ones. 

I'm not an idiot, I know he's married, and I have no right to think that he's mine, that his time with me should be more important that time with his wife, and his...family. But, part of me still does. Part of me wants, just once, for him to fucking stick around after, to sit on the couch with me, to fall asleep in my bed so I can wake up with him the next morning. I know it's not possible, and I know it's not fair to give him shit for it, because I'm an adult too, I knew what I was getting into. I knew what this "arrangement" was from the start. 

"Babe, stop" he says and lifts a hand to bare shoulder, I shrug out of his touch. Flinching at my own response because I hate that I'm about to give him a guilt trip. But I cant stop myself. 

"Just go Elliot, it's fine" I say and walk over to my bed, sitting down , and pulling on my legging, then jumping up and pulling them on. 

"I'd stay if I could." he says looking at me. 

I cock my brow as I walk toward him. "Would you?" I ask with a little attitude and walk past him to grab a t shirt from my closet. 

"Because you CAN...you just WONT" I say, Because it's the truth, but the unfair truth, and I shouldnt be throwing it in his face. But it's not the first time, and it wont be the last. And i keep doing it, because I know it wont stop him from returning, no matter how much of a pain in the ass I am. 

"Jessa" he says with a slight warning. 

"just go!" I say annoyed. 

"Why are arguing?!" I say, pulling the shirt down over my head and slipping my arms through and pulling it down. 

I wave one arm in the air. "It's not like you're actually going to stay. So just fucking go." I say and hate how even though i'm yelling at him, all I want to do is grab him, and fucking kiss him until tomorrow morning. 

He heaves a sigh and rolls his eyes slightly.  He doesnt tolerate much of my shit. Well, he tolerates all of it, but he won't give me the fight I'm looking for. 

"We go through this everytime now babe" he says shaking his head slightly. 

"Then stop fucking coming over" I say narrowing my eyes and pushing past him. 

"Jessa!" he growls my name and grabs my arm and pulls me back. 

His hand lifts and grabs my face, I cant help the little pout of my lip and the way that I dont fucking stop him when he comes down to kiss me. 

Like a fool, it fucking undoes me and I throw my arms around his neck and press my body into his as he stands in just his pants. 

"Dont go" I whimper pathetically. A request I know he can't answer. 

He sighs.

"Stay with me....please...just a little longer" I beg quietly, going from bratty, to baby in 2 seconds. 

"I want to." he says. "I always want to stay...you know that." he says and lifts my chin as I start to look down. His eyes look to mine as he lowers his head slightly. 

"I wish I could stay with you all day, and all night...even if it were just to have you stand there yelling at me." he says, and the corner of his mouth twitches when he sees me try to hide the tug at my own lips. 

"you were supposed to cook me dinner" I say, not that I really expected him to. 

"Use the time you were going to spend cooking dinner, kissing me." I say , using his compromising strategy from earlier when he was on the phone on his way here. He smirks slightly, and I pull him down and he lets me kiss him. My hand slipping behind his head as I open my mouth and our tongue find each other. 

"Put your hands on me when you kiss me Elliot" I tell him against his lip as he just stands there letting me kiss him, not touching me, because both of us know what it would lead to. 

"fucking touch me" I say , reaching down and grabbing his hands and place them on my hips, where his hands sink to them in memory, resting there, then gripping. 

I smile against his lips and lift my hands to his chest. 

"Grab my ass Elliot" I say against his mouth. 

He groans, and I know that where his hands want to go. 

The slide right to it when I give the command, and no more demanding is needed as he starts to grab them , massaging them , rubbing my ass as I kiss him, slipping my hands up and down his chest. 

"I can feel your cum dripping out of me" I whisper and it's so unfair of me, but I dont care, i'll play dirty to keep him here longer. 

"Jessa" he groans.

"You made such a mess in my pussy Elliot" I moan against his mouth. 

His hands grab my ass hard. 

"You should make another." I moan into his mouth. 

"Give me more Elliot.....flood my pussy with your cum" I say and he groans , his one hand lifting from my ass and smacking back down over it, as the other lifts and snatches my hair in my messy bun. 

"You and your filthy little mouth" he groans, turning me and bending me over the bed. 

I moan as he yanks down my pants, then his own. 

"give it to me" I whine.

Elliot

Maybe it's guilt, maybe it's her dirty little mouth, or maybe it's because I'm a fucking bastard and just can't get enough of her. 

When she tell me to make another mess in her pussy, all resolve is gone, I have no fucking will to say no to such a request. 

"Look at that fucking ass" I groan and slap her ass, before grabbing her hips and driving my cock right up into her. 

Everytime I leave her apartment now, or have to leave her at the hotel, she's started begging me to stay. Well, asking, then throwing little fucking temper tantrums, that admittedly, make me want her even more. Because I want to stay with her just as bad as she wants me to. I know she knows it's true. She knows I'm obsessed with fucking her, screwing her any chance I can get. She knows I wish we had more time to just...be around each other. 

I watch her hands grip her dark purple bed covers, I watch her bite on them as I fuck her hard, and fast, and have her thighs slamming against the side of the bed, as she stands on her tip toes taking it. 

"I'm going to cum inside you....and then i'm leaving." I groan and she whimpers. 

"Stay....keep fucking me" she breathes. "Please.....please Elliot" she moans. 

But I lean over, bracing my hands on the bed, as I thrust, letting myself blow the quickest load I've had in awhile. She whimpers, knowing im giving her exactly what she asked for, but giving it to her a lot quicker than she expected. 

I jerk my hips letting the rest of it spill into her, and I think about my fantasy of knocking her up. She's on the pill, but I like to fucking imagine it anyways. 

I lean down, kissing her shoulder, then the back of her head as she whimpers, and breath heavy in her hair. 

"I'll text you later if I can." I say and then push up and slide out of her, and pull up my pants and briefs.

She pushes up and sits on the bed just watching me as I throw my shirt on, saying nothing. 

Once I've buttoned my shirt, and rolled down my sleeves and rebuttoned them, I walk over and chuck her chin. 

"Baby stop that, cmon give me a kiss goodbye" I say as she just sits there looking sad and disappointed. 

She lifts her sweet fucking mouth to mine and I kiss her with purpose, to let her know she's mine. To let her know I want her, need her. 

"I'll see you tomorrow." I tell her, as she stills says nothing, and I walk out of her bedroom, grab my keys, and then , our of her apartment, to my car, and home...to my wife.