"You better remember how to finger me," Cindy said as she unhooked her bra and threw it somewhere on the floor of her bedroom.
She didn't get laid in what? Months, ages. And no, she wasn't counting some unfortunate sex she had with a former government official as a part of a mission, that was just an unlucky assignment at work.
She was starving and she wanted to get some, so she decided to do something that was embarrassing and one could even call it desperate, but should probably feel good for a moment.
"Don't undermine my craft."
"Stop talking and prove you know what you're doing."
Charming took off the necktie she had already untied, and unbuttoned his shirt. He still had that lean body of a swordsman that made her forgive way too much when they were married back in the day.
What an asshole to even propose marriage to her after he knew very well he was too much of a manslut for matrimony. After cheating on both Snow and Briar he surely didn't even try to be faithful at his third go. Still though, he could make her see the stars, so she took off her undies and lay herself on the bed.
He joined her and got to work with his fingers from the jump. Luckily, she did wax a week ago. She'd rather die than look unkept in front of an ex, especially when he showed up in New York so well groomed. While she was presenting her every fine curve, he was still wearing his unnecessary pants, so she reached for his fly, but he stopped her.
"Not yet, love, ladies first."
Maybe it annoyed her, but she let it go. Okay, she was going to let him have his way, but he had to take into consideration that now when she closed her eyes and focused only on his touch on her vagina, it was up for much harsher scrutiny.
"Get it moving, I'm getting bored."
He didn't like hearing that, but he put on an unbothered face.
"What's the rush, I'll get faster when you're ready."
"I'm ready."
He got his fingers to stroke her G spot quicker and that was when it started to get good. Yeah, that was exactly what she missed. Why the fuck such a bastard was so talented with his hands? He got her whole body to relax and she didn't even know she was tense before. He kept it up until she was really close, that was when he leaned down to use his tongue. He never used to do that, but she could only assume even he could go through some personal progress.
He wasn't bad, she had to admit he was good even, but she still liked it more when he was fingering her, so when he put his two fingers back inside her pussy and started to do whatever he was doing with them before while licking her clit, that was it, she came.
Cindy gave herself a moment to cool down and reached for his pants again. This time he didn't protest when she slid his clothes off and took his cock in her hand. His public hair was nicely trimmed, she was impressed. Should she suck his dick? He didn't deserve it, but he did go down on her… Well, most importantly, she liked sucking dicks and she didn't have any nice, clean ones like his for a long time.
"I love the twentieth century, once upon a time only whores used to do that."
It was such a trash thing to say, she showed him a middle finger. Anyway, since she started, she had to be on top of her game, fuck, she hasn't done that in a hot minute. She was counting on him being too taken aback by just watching her with his cock in her mouth to notice shortcomings in her technique. Judging by the smile on his stupidly handsome face, this was the case.
She needed a moment to remind herself how to suck it right while keeping the tip entertained with her tongue, but when she got there, she knew it was astounding. It had to be. She didn't let him finish, though. She wanted to get on top of him first.
"I'll get you a condom," she said after pulling his penis out of her mouth. She had plenty stored in the bedside table drawer waiting for her to find a booty call.
After putting the rubber on, she also applied some lube for a swifter ride. A blessed invention.
Her ex-husband was lying on his back, waiting patiently for her to finish getting his cock ready with his arm under his head. The moment she took her place at his groin he started pushing his hips to get deeper inside her. She planned to be in charge of this one, but okay, they could struggle for dominance. She knew how to fight.
And she did have to fight, tempering his impulse to control how the fucking went down. The thing was this energetic struggle-fuck with unfocused dick didn't feel that great for her at all and it was fun for only a short time. And she was only having sex with him to get that magical orgasms he used to give her. If it only felt mediocre, why was he even there? She let go and let him do the only thing he was good for.
"All right, you take the lead, but from now on I'm not even helping you."
She got off him and lay on her back. Within seconds he was on her and back inside her. This was it. Whatever the fuck he was doing with his dick was phenomenal. And that's the most impressive part, it was just his dick making her go straight to the edge, he didn't even need to touch her clit from the outside. He had his eyes closed, concentrating on his hips moving back and forth in some rhythm that only he knew.
Son of a bitch kept it going for far longer than she learnt to expect from the men she fucked this… decade? century? Especially from the mundies. She almost wished he was worse at it. Almost. Fuck, it was good. She started to feel like she was floating, her whole body was shaking from pleasure and that was before he finally got her to come for the second and maybe even third time, she wasn't sure, it all melted together. Without touching her clit, masterclass in pussy-fucking.
Somewhere between Cindy closing her eyes to fully immerse in delights of the flesh and getting back to her senses he also reached climax, she noticed because his dick was no longer inside her. He got off her to throw up the used condom, probably, she didn't care. She wasn't at the top of her brain game.
"Don't leave yet, we're doing it again," she mumbled as she heard him coming back to her bedroom.
"Only if I'm staying for the night, dear."
"Hmm? Why do you want to stay for the night?" She took a few deep breaths to focus on the conversation.
Charming smiled at her.
"I would rather stay with you than at a hotel."
"...Cause you'd have to pay at the hotel. Just say you're broke." And now she was fully out of her afterglow. He has ruined it. She covered herself with a blanket, the show was over. "Why are you even in New York?"
"I'm doing business."
She laughed at that.
"What?" He ignored her question. "Tell me or you're sleeping on the street."
"I have a mutually beneficial financial proposition for the deputy mayor."
What the fuck was it about her that made every man she recently had sex with talk about Snow White within five minutes from finishing? With Bigby she only had sex in her head, but he did it too and it was very disrespectful. Okay, she asked Charming about his plans, but still, it was getting weird.
"Good luck with convincing Snow to accept any proposition from you."
"I'm not worried about that."
"Why? She hates your guts."
"I would say because she's reasonable, but I'm not sure about that after what I heard about her lately."
"You mean?"
"I know she has relations with that animal," he said with disgust and it only made her laugh.
"So? Please, who wouldn't? I asked him too, if he ever agreed, he'd be here instead of you." She could just shut up, but she was annoyed and she wanted to piss him off.
"You cannot be serious. You're lying." He tried to look at her with pity, but she knew him too well to not recognize it as a mask. What was he hiding, exactly? She hoped she made him anxious.
"I wish I was, he really doesn't want to fuck me."
"This city made you all crazy."
"Mhm, maybe. You can stay for the night, but you're out as soon as I go to work and I'm checking your pockets."
"After everything we've been through?" What a jokester.
"Yes, honey, because of it. Now, can you fuck again?"
He moved back on top of her.
"Of course."