Popsicle

"Cool as a popsicle are you," she spat pushing him against the wall. Her lips attacking his. The tension between them was undeniable. She could remember telling Joy earlier that evening that she and Eddie had split, now her she was ready to have him rip her clothes off. She wanted to be his in that way again.

"You're the one who said we were both cool with it," he managed to sputter as her lips moved away from his mouth. Her fingers slid across his body and pulled his dark gray buttoned shirt off. She threw it careless onto the already messy room's floor.

"And now I'm pretty hot, and if I can guess I'd guess you're pretty hot right now too," she teased. Her hands moving to now pull his gray tee off. Just an hour ago she was telling everyone that they broke up, and now her they were. Her pushing him against the wall tearing his shirt off. He shouldn't be complaining, because to feel her against him this way again was amazing. She was getting frustrated, and was waiting for him to respond, other than the weak returned kisses.
Something must've clicked in his brain because he was pushing himself off of the wall she had pinned him to. His hands moved to pull her shirt off. It was dropped to the floor where it joined his. A few seconds later she found she had herself pinned to the same wall.

"Why don't we move to your bed," she panted as his lips moved along her jaw and then down her neck. He didn't say anything just moved his lips from her body long enough for them to stumble to his bed. She pushed herself up just long enough for him to unclasp her bra where he threw it across the room.

His mouth worked its way to her breasts, and his hands were pulling off her skirt. She could hear the sound of her tights being ripped. What else was she to expect? Her hands slid down his body, fingers tracing his abs as they made their way to his belt. Unbuckling it quickly, then moving for the button of his jeans. He kicked his jeans to the floor, and his lips returned to hers. Her hands dipped into the boxers, moving her fingers up and down. This caught his full attention. Her underwear was pulled off.

Maybe she should stop, maybe he'd stop. They weren't together, and she didn't want to be back with him. Well she did, but she was confused. How easy it was for her to sleep with him. How easy it was to break up with him, and pretend she didn't love him. She needed him, more than she'd like to admit. Is that what would prevent her from stopping this. This thing, just like the night they had in America. The night before she broke up with him.

Nothing was stopping her as she pulled down his boxers. She let out a shriek as he entered her. It was only her second time, it was still a new experience to her. It felt incredible, after a few moments of pain. Her hips rolling crashing into his. Trying to meld into each other even more. Nails dug into his back, and he knew she'd be leaving her mark. His pace increased and she wrapped her legs around him pulling him more into her. She arched her back as he rolled his hips into hers. Both were nearing their climax. She came first and he followed shortly after.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly stopped with a kiss, she pulled away and climbed out of his bed to dress.

"So much for being cool as a popsicle," she teased, dressing quickly and exiting before he was given the chance to speak

"What the hell just happened," he questioned out loud.

I might write more exs with benefits type things... I don't know. It takes me forever to actually write smut... Like I can sit and write anything else in a few hours, but for smut I'll write like 200 words then end up focusing on something else. I started this Saturday I think... I would've been done with this last night but I was really tired so...