The ex couple lay side by side in matching pajamas much to the annoyance of both. But they didn't have any choice and wearing their work clothes to sleep after a bath was quiet uncomfortable so they had to put on the matching pajamas kept for them by the old lady who mistook them for a couple.
The rain poured heavily and splattered against the windows. They lay by the fireplace ,side by side, facing away from each other with a duvet over their shoulders. Tiredness crept in and the sleep came over them and they slept off.
Around 1 am, Ivy pulled the duvet higher to cover herself and someone staired as well. The ex couple unconsciously lay comfortably in each other's arms, wrapped up like two peas in a pod, a perfect fit, clearly inseparable. He had his head on her chest with his face in between her boobs while she had her leg over his and her feet rested on his ass. He was the small spoon, she was the big spoon.
Around 2am, he staired and woke up still with heavy eyelids and felt warmth all over him. He snuggled closer and felt something soft around his face, suddenly she staired as well, drawing him closer to her, pushing his face closer and resting her leg perfectly on his ass like that was where it was meant to be. He looked up and felt her soft warm breath on his face. She was still so cute when she was asleep, a baby literally.... But he knew better what lay behind those closed lids.
Even though he felt comfortable, he still turned around quietly to avoid any funny situations because he knew her and he knew himself. He was in the same space with his ex lover, but did he stop loving her? Absolutely not! She was still the one he loved, his first love, the object of his desires, the one who made his heart pound, the only one capable of hurting him and making him smile. He had lost count of how many times he drove to her place secretly just to catch a glimpse of her. It may be seen as stalking but it was the only way he was able to keep sane these past few years.
He tried to go back to sleep but the hot breath against his neck made him very conscious of her and with that sleep departed from him and sweet torture embraced him.
Ivy was handsy... It was worse on rainy days! Her hands moved on their own. Even with his back to her, they still leached onto his body, slithering like snakes. At first, it started off innocent... Then it proceeded to r18 ... then to sinful...
Ivy's hands slittered from her ex husband's back to his chest through his shirt where they roamed around feeling his warm soft skin till they made a stop at his man boobs. Feeling his nipples in the middle of her palm, she caught them in between her fingers and played with them, causing them to harden. A gasp escaped from the owner of the nipples and he immediately bit his lower lip to stop any sound from him. He has always had sensitive nipples even though he was a male.
She switched to pinching them as they got harder and pinker, suddenly she grabbed two hands full of breast and squeezed like they were actual female breasts. She purred, pleased at what she felt, directly in his ear and he responded unconsciously to this with a low moan... He was getting worked up...
A few more squeeze and one hand slid downwards leaving the other cupping and fondling one of his boobs. Her hands made a stop at his navel and after circling it, the moved on until they found the band of his pants on his waist and he watched that dangerous hand disappear into his pants and wrap around his cock and immediately his body jumped shuddering... They both let out a moan filled with pleasure at the same time as she began stroking him. Each stroke of her expert fingers drew out gasps and whimpers from the poor man who was getting harder by each second.
Unconsciously, Ivy was biting her lower lip as she jerked him off while fondling his boob and keeping his legs apart with one of her own in-between them. She had her boobs tightly pressed to his back as she worked him up. A little squeeze and a tease on his tip got him arching his back and moaning her name when he tried to press his legs together in an attempt to stop her.
That made her eyelids to slowly lift halfway through her eyes and her brain started registering her actions and what was going on but before she could stop her naughty hands she heard a sound that instantly caught her attention. He was moaning her name so sinfully and begging for her to stop, she registered the gibberish that he was trying to form into words as him warning her that he was about to cum if she didn't stop. How it turned her on! Those moans of her name on his lips made her core wet!
He moaned her name again when she didn't stop and instead continued playing with his tip, causing his head to fall back on her shoulder, eyes shut, mouth slightly open, legs shakily pressed together in an attempt to stop her naughty hands.
He was shaking so much that she turned him over to take a good look at him and what she saw...