She knew getting in contact with him will complicate things but what could she do, she was missing him, she was missing the part of her life with him. Was it because she was losing herself and she needed him to remind her who she was?
Every day the scenario of them meeting plays in her head. What she will wear, what she will say, how she will be with him. It has been more than three years since they last met but it feels like just last night they met and had the most amazing night. Well, it was the most amazing night for her at least.
The skin clinging dress, resting on her thighs, little bit of makeup, lips being plumped and glossed, the feeling of his kisses later, making her lips tingle. His touch and the fire that he ignited in her body still leaves her wanting more. Looking back at that day, it was a typical morning, but it was one of the longest. It was sort of her fault too, with all the teasing and messages she was sending to him, telling him what she wanted, showing him what she wanted him to do to her, just. Made her desires burn more.
The night finally came, and she saw lust and hunger in his eyes. The way he looked at her, his eyes travelling up and down as if he could see through the dress, his eyes stopped on her lips, she could smell her arousal on her as she felt aroused under his stare.
His lips took hers fiercely, his hands grabbing her hair and the other on her waist pulling her closer to him, slamming their body on the stair wall. She moaned in his mouth as his tongue danced with hers, and his hold getting rough, just what she likes. He knew her so well. Her body was responding to him like a magnet, she wanted him bad. Her hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer to herself as she moved her head back, exposing her neck for his lips to caress. His mouth knew magic, leaving kisses on her lips, face, moving to her neck, nibbling on the skin, leaving his mark behind, she moaned harder as she felt her orgasm build. Her mind went blank as his hot breath tingled her skin, his teeth grazing her neck, his hands have slipped under her dress, his fingers are teasing her wetness as he tortures her with his mouth.
She needed more, she pulled his face up to her, their eyes connect, it was her turn to show him what she has been craving for, she pulled him in a deep kiss, moaning as she deepens the kiss, leaving her breathless, “fuck me now” she moaned, he heard her loud and clear. His fingers tugged on her panties and pulled it down, his fingers feeling her wetness and warmth. She couldn’t stop moaning, he slipped in one finger in her, no warning, no gentleness, he knew she likes it rough, without wasting anymore seconds, he slipped in a second finger, she spread her legs further, allowing him to have full access, her head still thrown back, her back arched, pushing her boobs in the air, enough to have his lips lingering on her neck and top of her boobs, her nipples are rigid hard, aching for his touch, his mouth, she needs to feel him everywhere, every inch of her skin is missing him. He was like a drug; she was addicted to him.