Bob had had enough of this bullshit. Two days, no contact with Grace. Two years into the best relationship of his life, the best sex he’d ever had, with the best woman he’d ever met, and one fight was enough to fuck it up? Bullshit. There was something more to it, he knew it.

Bob didn’t like reading between the lines, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. Sometimes the empty space spoke for itself. He hopped into his car and B-lined straight for Grace’s apartment.

It was a hot summer night, so Bob rolled the windows down. He liked the contrast of the cool wind tearing through the boiling air, the goosebumps popping up over his skin, but nothing compared to the heat he felt when he and Grace were together. And now she was being colder than ever. What the hell was going on?

When he pulled up to the apartment, he felt his stomach turn over. A red muscle car was sitting in the guest parking space, right next to Grace’s blue truck. At this time of night? Was she fucking someone right now, some random prick that she’ll probably use for one night? No, don’t be ridiculous. They were probably just visiting someone else. Grace was being a pain in the ass right now, yes, but she wasn’t unfaithful. They had proven that time and time again.

Bob found another spot not far. He parked and steeled himself before making his way to her door. Apartment 217. He could hear music playing from inside. Grace didn’t care how loud it was, she just liked feeling the music.

Bob knocked three times. After five seconds, he knocked again, harder. Four seconds later, the door opened.

There she was, as captivating as the day he met her; wavy auburn hair let down, baggy short-sleeved shirt barely hanging on to one shoulder, and a pair of sweats that hid the natural curves of her voluptuous legs.

A joint burned between her fingers as she looked up at him, her eyes a pair of burning coals. The two of them stood there for a moment, as if frozen in time. Two days is an eternity when you aren’t with the one you want to spend it with.

After a few more seconds, Grace took a long, deep drag of her joint, then passed it to Bob. It had a couple puffs left in it. He thanked her with a nod and pinched it, taking a couple puffs. They blew off their smoke in opposite directions before Bob dropped the roach, stomping it out and stepping inside. Grace let him in, and as Bob shut the door behind him, Grace felt his calloused hands grab her arms. He pulled her in, and their bodies got tangled up in a heat that rivaled the summer air. The music was still playing, “Are We Having Fun Yet?” by Dimefront. Bob’s lips crashed into Grace’s, and she replied with a moan that dissolved into a desperate whimper as she dug her nails into Bob’s back. She tore through the shirt that she’d replace in the morning, and he growled in response, pulling her head back by the hair so their eyes could lock. She pecked his lips and gave him a bratty grin.

Bob would return the favor, but he knew the shirt Grace wore tonight was her favorite. Instead of ripping it apart, he laid his hands on her waist and pushed it up slowly, signaling for her to lift her arms. She obeyed, and both shirts fell as Grace pulled Bob further into her apartment. It was a studio, with a big window that looked over the city. The view was gorgeous, but nothing could beat the company.

Grace gasped as Bob pushed her up against the wall. Goosebumps rose up and down her body, and Bob smoothed them out with smooth, calloused hands. Grace melted into his touch, devoured by the contrast. She peppered his chest with hot kisses before latching onto his neck. Another hungry growl burst from Bob as he felt his flesh sting from Grace’s bite. He grabbed her butt, feeling the plumpness fill his hands. Once he found enough purchase, he squeezed hard.

Once again, she gasped, then kissed the mark she had left on her man before peppering his salted jawline. That pulled a sigh from him, and she loved it when he sighed. Her own hands traced the contours of his back, up his shoulders, so she could rake her nails down his chest. Another sigh. She giggled as she worked his belt. He looked into her eyes and grabbed her tits, intoxicated by the way they melted in his hands and the moans she made when he squeezed.

It was hard to concentrate with Bob fondling her tits, her nipples were so sensitive, but Grace managed to slip his belt off nonetheless. It took her no time to undo his fly, and before Bob knew it, she was massaging his cock through his briefs. Grace was rewarded with a long, heavy sigh, but she didn’t get to play with him for long.

Bob grabbed Grace by the shoulders and spun her to face the wall. She yelped then giggled as her breasts were pressed up against it, Bob pulling her hips back. Dropping to his knees, he tugged her sweats down, along with her underwear, and the sweet, succulent scent of her sex sent him into a ravenous frenzy. Pants around her ankles, Grace moaned as Bob ate her out, his silver tongue feeling like melted gold between the heat of her folds. Her pussy wept was he found her clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking sharply before it popped from his lips.

Now he’d done it. Bob wasn’t eating her out from behind, but was instead sitting underneath her, his head right between her thighs. She closed her legs, trapping him in her loins, a prison Bob would happily spend a life sentence in. Grace thrust her hips down and Bob’s lips parted, his tongue lapping at her pussy like a man dying from thirst. He took a handful of her ass, squeezing the left cheek and pushing her deeper against his face, then swiftly and suddenly spanking the right. Grace roared with satisfaction as an orgasm ripped through her body.

Her legs parted, and they locked eyes again before she helped Bob up and jumped into his arms. He held her tight, and she wouldn’t let go. Bob backed up and sat on the bed, keeping Grace in his lap. She rolled her hips into his, briefly, pulling sighs out of them both as they shared a deep kiss. She stepped off him and fell to her knees, pulling his pants and briefs off his legs, tossing them with her own discarded clothes.

Bob’s cut penis stood tall, veins trailing up a sturdy shaft that curved in such a way that it never failed to find Grace’s g-spot. So she would take her time to worship the man she had desperately missed for the past forty-eight hours. She let her fingers lightly tread over the spine of his shaft and the crest of his crown. Bob leaned back and watched her work, a sight he had missed for far too long. When her fingertips found his balls, he shivered and sighed. Grace smiled. She knew he liked being worked from the bottom up. With her hand, she gripped his shaft, with her lips, she cradled his sack.

Bob couldn’t help but grip the sheets, though he wished he was grabbing Grace’s soft, plush ass. His erection throbbed in approval as Grace stroked along its length. Drool ran down her cheek as she took more of Bob’s ballsack into her mouth. She moaned as she relished the gentle stubble that mingled with the folds of his scrotum. When her tongue traveled between Bob’s balls and up his shaft, she heard the longest, hardest sigh he had let out all night.

“Grace...” he whispered.

Grace never liked hearing her name, unless it came from him. She looked up into his face as her tongue found the head of his cock, while her fingers fondled his heavy, hanging balls. Bob let out a groan, encouraging Grace to continue. She traced his swollen glans with the tip of her tongue, spit glistening as it dripped down Bob’s aching shaft. She enjoyed taking her time with him, watching him fall back onto the bed as his sensitive dick flexed against her touch. He threw his arms over his head as his vision went white. Grace had slipped her lips over his full length, her tongue gliding down the spine of Bob’s shaft.

“Holy fuck…” Bob sighed.

Grace’s hands went up Bob’s body, nails raking along his skin. The summer heat pulled a thin sheen of sweat over the man’s fit physique, while his woman devoured the fire in his loins. Slowly, she pulled herself off of his throbbing sex. His shaft held a sheen of spit that Grace was swift to rub out, massaging his massive cock with deep, twisting strokes. Bob gripped the sheets tighter, his toes curling as he sucked in a sharp breath. It was all he could do to keep from cumming. Grace smirked as she watched the reaction, then eased up on her strokes. Bob let the breath go, relaxing as the premature ejaculation was averted. The two shared a small laugh before Grace went back to polishing his diamond-hard tool. She kissed his glans once, twice, three times, and Bob chuckled. He sat up and pet Grace’s wavy hair. The two locked eyes and once again closed the distance with a desperate hunger for each other. Grace rose to her feet and retook her place in Bob’s lap. Bob wasted no time, placing his hands on her thighs and sliding them up her hips, over to her ass, and pulling her deeper into him.

Bob’s stiff penis brushed against Grace’s hard clit, and she rolled her hips forward, grinding her damp sex along the spine of his stiff shaft. Bob sighed as his thick crown glided through the heat of Grace’s soft vulva, precum spilling down his glans. He started kissing Grace’s neck, his salted stubble scratching her skin in the best way. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kept grinding her pussy along the length of his cock, her own gasps of pleasure mixing with his. Grace ran her fingers through Bob’s hair, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him down.

Bob got the message and did not hesitate to smother himself in Grace’s warm, heavy breasts. He pressed kisses in the space between them, pulling the right one into his mouth and letting it pop out, then immediately latching onto the left. His tongue swirled around her nipple, making it swell and stiffen. Bob bit down and tugged with his lips, ripping a delightful squeal from Grace as she held his head firmly in place. With his other hand, Bob massaged her other boob. His grip was tight and tender, and he teased her areola with his fingertips. The other hand held onto Grace’s hip, following her motions as her needy cunt kept gliding against his heavy cock.

Grace couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed herself as deep into Bob as she could, his stiffness flexing hard against her soft belly. They kissed again, and Grace pressed her forehead to his.

“Fuck me.” She ordered with a whisper.

Bob wasted no time. In an instant, he had her on her back, and she spread her legs for him. He caressed her left leg, kissing his way up her inner thigh, closer and closer to her hot, wet loins. He relished in her heat and soaked in her scent before placing himself between her legs. His cock had never been more solid and it ached at the root, desperate to be buried deep in the warmth of the woman that lay before him. Bob took hold of his throbbing sex and teased Grace, tracing shapes against her pussy lips, shivering whenever his bulbous tip brushed over her stiff clitoris. Grace whimpered, then whined before locking her legs around Bob’s waist.

“I said fuck me, dammit,” she said, breathlessly.

With a growl, Bob placed his hand around Grace’s throat. She gasped, her breath steadying as her man rested his forehead against hers.

“Ask me, nicely,” he said softly.

Grace gladly obeyed. “Please. Please, Bob. Fuck me. Take me. I need you. Right. Now.”

Bob pushed forwards at a snail’s pace, feeling the walls of Grace’s entrance give and grab at his girth. The two trembled once Bob’s flesh had fully settled within Grace’s tight, sopping sex. The two were locked together, entangled in each other as they satiated their ravenous desire. Bob’s cock flexed inside Grace and she moaned his name. Bob sighed harder than ever before, pressing his lips into hers. The way his name fell from her lips drove him mad. Bob’s hips started moving and Grace gripped his shoulders, clinging for dear life as he started pounding her.

Grace’s moans were loud, just how Bob liked them. He crashed his face into her left breast and bit down on her nipple, and she squealed, digging her nails into his back. That pulled another sweet sigh from Bob’s lips, and Grace cooed with delight. She crossed her legs around his waist as he continued to fuck her at a steady pace. The two locked eyes, and in that moment, they remembered why they were there. It wasn’t just about fucking and it wasn’t just about love. It was the fact that, in all their lives, they had never met anyone quite like each other. The way they understood each other, the way they worked together, the way they nurtured and guided each other, and yes, even the way they argued with one another. That's life. It’s messy, it’s rough, it’s taxing, and it’s maddening. Life isn’t perfect, but when someone just gets you, you find paradise in their eyes.

Bob’s pace was slowing. His breathing was getting heavier with every powerful thrust. Grace hugged him tight and rolled him onto his back, still keeping his perfect cock buried deep inside her. She held his wrists above his head and kissed him deeply, rolling her hips before gently bouncing on his dick. The walls of Grace’s pussy massaged Bob'sthrobbing sex, squeezing and gripping like a hot, wet vice. Grace sat up, releasing Bob’s wrists so he could grab at her, and he did just that. His hands found her hips, but she grabbed his right hand and planted it against her left breast. He squeezed in kind, and she moaned in between hot, heavy breaths.

Bob watched as his woman fucked him. He loved it when she took control, when she took what she wanted from him. Her weeping sex hugged his own tightly, and before he knew it, Bob was already on the brink.

“I’m cumming,” he whispered, looking up at the love of his life.

Grace picked up the pace, desperate for her own climax. She loved cumming with him. Bob placed his free hand on her midriff, letting his thumb fondle her clit. Grace roared and rode him faster, the extra stimulation driving her to her own orgasm.

“Cum with me, baby. Cum with me!” She begged.

She lifted up till his tip was all that remained, then crashed back down against his thighs. Wave after wave of orgasmic relief washed over them, flooding their brains while they drained their loins. Bob held Grace down by her hips as he filled her tight, gushing pussy. Grace’s walls constricted every inch of Bob’s veiny cock, slick and hot from his sweet cum.

As they descended from the high of their collective climax, chests rising and falling with each heavy breath, Bob sat up with Grace in his lap. He put his arms around her, tenderly brushing her hair with his fingers and kissing her forehead. Tears fell down her cheeks as she lay against him, and together the two fell back on the bed. Before they knew it, they were fast asleep, tangled in each other.

It was just one fight, and if this was how they settled them, then maybe they’d be “fighting” a lot more often. By this point, they had forgotten who had started it, and they were more than satisfied with how it ended.