It had been a year and a half since she had last seen him. Complicated relationship issues had interfered, but never at anytime during their separation had she ever stopped loving him. Though their intimate relationship had been ended, their friendship still continued in the form of regular phone calls and almost daily communication over the on line message program they both share. When he had extended the invitation for her to come visit his new apartment, she assumed it was to be a friendly visit to show off his new home. Knowing better than to make assumptions, she was comfortable with the idea of sharing a social encounter in a purely platonic situation.

It was a lovely Sunday afternoon. The sun was bright and the day was crystal clear. When she approached the gate to the complex, she was impressed with the luxury and security measures visible. She had to call him from her cell phone so he could open the gate to admit her vehicle, he was waiting on the sidewalk in front of his apartment door when she pulled in the drive. Smiling brightly she stepped out of her car and linked hands with him as he led her inside. As soon as the door was closed behind them, she turned and could not resist the impulse to hug him since it had been so long since they had seen each other. For years now he had been her best friend and they had spoken to each other on an almost daily basis. Seeing him again after such a long time apart made her heart sing with joy. Pulling away from him so as not to make him uncomfortable with her affectionate display, she again grabbed his hand and encouraged him to give her a tour of his new residence. It was a very open and airy, he had decorated it very tastefully and conservative with his own sophisticated style. Moving from room to room she was impressed with the elegance that is not normally found in a bachelor's residence.

Ending the tour back in the living area she turned to him to express her approval of all he had accomplished, and her breath immediately caught in her throat as her gaze was trapped by the achingly familiar heat in the look he was giving her. Hunger surged through her veins and without being conscious of it, she took a step toward him. Words were not necessary when a look said it all. His hand slid up her cheek and into her hair, gently tugging her even closer to him. When his lips descended to hers, she had to restrain herself from throwing her arms around him and clinging for dear life. The kiss spoke volumes. Intense heat roared through her body as she parted her lips inviting the caress of his tongue. She had waited what seemed like a lifetime for this moment, craved his touch on a daily basis and had been terrified that she would never again feel the exquisite sensations only he could make her feel. As if drugged by his kisses, her knees became weak and she could not help but cling to him to keep herself upright. He pulled her close and deepened the kiss as if trying to meld their bodies together. Gasping for breath, she tore her mouth away from his, leaned her head back to draw in much needed air only to quit breathing again when his lips touched her neck. She had to grip his shirt to hold herself steady which pulled her close enough to mash her breast against him. His arms seemed to be the only thing holding her up.
Soon his hands were roaming all across her body, cupping the curve of her ass to bring her snug up against him where she could feel his erection pressing into her abdomen. One of his hands caressed the swell of her breast and then slipped around her back and under her t-shirt to unsnap her bra. Passion flared inside her and the hunger to feel his skin against hers was almost overwhelming. She grasp the bottom of his shirt and started tugging it upwards as he assisted her by raising his arms when she pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Without conscious thought, she buried her face in his chest and rubbed her face into the hair, inhaling his distinctive scent that she remembered so well. They stood like that for just a moment, as if she was wallowing in the sensation of being this close to him. So many things had passed between them and so much time had separated them, to be back in his arms and this close to him again almost brought tears to her eyes. Trembling with need, she rubbed her cheek against his chest and then tentatively her tongue reached out and touched the tip of his nipple, marveling at the way it puckered and feeling the shiver that rippled across his body.

As if this was a signal for things to intensify, he again ravished her mouth with a searing kiss. His hands pulled both t-shirt and bra from her body in one swift motion. She ran her hand around the waist of his shorts and eased them over his hips and down his legs, fascinated when his erection sprang free. She was mesmerized by the strength and power of him as her hands encircled and cupped the hardness of him. A shudder passed through her already inflamed body when his hands and lips trailed over her sensitive breast. Her breathing became erratic when he moved behind her, pulled her close and cupped both breast in his hands gently massaging her aching nipples while placing teasing kisses along her neck. Pushing her forward, she has to place both hands on the wall to steady her as he slid her shorts and panties off in one fluid motion, going into a squat to slip them off her feet and cast them aside. His hands slid up cupping her ass and then pushing up her back to encourage her to lean more forward. When his body presses up against hers, she instinctively rocks her hips back and forth against his shaft in invitation. Small moans come from her as she feels him position himself against her already soaking wet entrance. Seeking her heat, his hardness presses to her and starts to penetrate. Hunger and need blaze through her as her lips part, her hips push back and his hips slam forward. Crying out her pleasure, they both hold that exquisite moment when he is fully, deeply inside of her. Muscles throb in pleasure, squeezing him tightly inside of her. She comes forward a bit and the pushes back taking him even deeper. She wished she could hold on to this instant forever. Having him back inside her after all this time is a joy she could not express. Her pulse accelerates, her body throbs in pleasure. Bracing her hands more firmly against the wall they are soon moving apart in a steady rhythm. One of his arms anchors her at the waist while the other hand roams from one breast to the other intensifying the excitement. Her cries of pleasure get louder with each thrust of his hips and soon their bodies are meeting in an almost savage pounding of flesh. She is babbling, pleading, begging for more each time they collide together. Wanting this moment to last forever but not being able to control herself, she can feel the heat uncurl from her center. Waves of bliss explode forth blasting through her body with the ferocity of a pounding surf. Her essence gushes over his hardness while her orgasm grips and pulses around him, her back arching up and her scream echoing around the room. He thrusts once more deep inside her holding there as she spasms around him because he knows this gives her added pleasure. Clenched tightly around him her body trembles and quivers as her orgasm washes over them both. Every nerve in her body seems to be sensitive to the pleasure he can create inside of her. As the throbbing starts to subside, he withdraws from her, catching her around the waist to support her and leads her into the bedroom, gently assisting her to lay down and then climbs in beside her, taking her in his arms and holding her close.

They lay there tightly wrapped in a lovers embrace basking in the glow of satisfaction. Her breathing is erratic and her heart is pounding rapidly. She wants so badly to say something but words will not come. There is no way she can adequately describe the feelings that are rushing across her mind and body. She has loved this man for so very long. Trivial phrases are not sufficient to convey the magic that explodes in her senses when he makes love to her. Never before in her entire life had she ever felt the magnificent soul searing sensations he could evoke in her. Snuggled up next to him awash with the pleasure of their lovemaking, she knew nothing on heaven or earth could compare to the awe inspiring ecstasy this man could bring her too. At this moment in time she had to be the luckiest woman in the world. Happiness engulfed her to where she wanted to laugh and sing and shout for joy. Happiness flooded her body and her love for him wrapped around her as his hand stroked up and down her back occasionally pulling her closer to him.

She remembers back to the day she met him. How intrigued she was by him. Then her mind wandered to their first date. He was very casual and kept the conversation flowing. When he pulled her close and kissed her, it was if she had been struck by lightning. If passion could be measured in a kiss, his was off the chart. Nothing prepared her for the impact his kiss would have on her. The passion he ignited in her flashed throughout her whole body. A month later when they made love for the first time it was as if he had a carefully memorized map of her body and knew exactly where and how to touch to bring about the most intense pleasure. He put to good use all the knowledge he had of her, using a forcefulness he knew turned her on and putting her in positions she favored for the most intense orgasms. In all her 40+ years, no one had ever been able to make her body respond the way he could. She knew in that moment that she was in love with him and She knew it was because she loved him, that the passion between them was so intense and he could get her off time and time again with his skill. As she lay there in his arms, the memories running through her head kept her passion inflamed even as her breathing started to return to normal.

Her hands had been idly stroking in the hair on his chest while she waited for her heartbeat to return to normal. Her fingers slipped down to the juncture of his thighs and encircled his staff. Slowly squeezing him, she can feel him start to harden. She slides her body down till her head is poised over his cock. Sliding her hand up and down on him she is fascinated watching his head emerge from the skin surrounding it. She finds that a big turn on. Leaning her head forward she runs her tongue across the tip, licking off the dewdrop at the head. His juice has always been like an aphrodisiac to her. Moving to her knees, she was able to brace herself over him so that her mouth could engulf his member and start sucking up and down on him. Like steel wrapped in velvet, his erection seems to swell larger with every plunge of her mouth. Her lips tightened every time she slid her mouth up him. Using one hand to guide his shaft in and out of her mouth, she used her other hand to caress his sack, squeezing gently and occasionally letting her finger tease around his ass. He caught up a handful of her hair, lifting it out of the way so he could watch her going up and down on him, finding the site of her red lips around his stiffness very exciting. Soon his hips were rocking in rhythm with her mouth. The strength of him and his masculine scent are intoxicating to her. It was not long before her body was throbbing with the need to have him inside of her.
Hunger soon became overwhelming need. She moved up beside him and threw her leg across his hip, gently guiding him to her entrance. She was so wet, her juices quickly covered him as she slid down and positioned her thighs on each side of him, stretching as he filled her and smashing her bottom against him to take his cock as deep inside her as she could. Her hands run up his chest and she had to concentrate on not digging her fingernails into his flesh when his hips lifted a bit to push farther inside of her. She sat there for a moment reveling in the sensation. Her muscled gripped tightly around him a few times just to accustom herself to such a delicious invasion. Leaning forward a little brought her tits to his face and he teasingly ran his tongue in circles around first one nipple and then the next. Shivering in delight, she rocked back and reseated herself back on his erection. Bracing her hands on his chest, she starts to slowly slide up and down on him. The feeling of fullness is incredible and her whole body quivers in excitement. She reaches down to where their bodies are connected and spreads herself in a way that her clit is making full contact and rubbing against him each time she moves. Rocking slowly up and down, her body runs riot with sensual stimulation. She can feel the passion building in her but does not want to rush it. Her heart races, beating rapidly against her breastbone and her breath starts to come in little gasps of pleasure. Moaning low in her throat, she starts to mumble words to him, letting him know how fantastic he makes her feel. She rises a bit higher and comes down harder, unable to control the need that rushes from her center to her brain. The movement of her hips increasing when he starts to thrust up from underneath her.
Soon both their bodies are meeting in frantic motion, her hands come up to cup her breast to stop their frenzied bouncing. Her hips are savagely slamming down to meet each upward thrust of his. Heat coils in the center of her being and blossoms outwards like a nuclear blast. Arching her back and grabbing his arms, a scream burst from her lips that could be nothing less than the ultimate pleasure a woman can feel. She quivers and bucks forward again as each spasm wracks her body then falls forward on his chest as it subsided to little tremor like aftershocks. She gently rubs her cheek in the now damp hair of his chest while she gasps for air in an effort to control her breathing.
Still hard inside of her, he gently keeps the rocking motion by slowly rising with his hips in a barely perceptible rhythm. He cups her face in both her hands and kisses her deeply. His hands slip to her waist and in one quick roll he is on top of her in the center of the bed, his body still buried deeply inside of her. She gasps in pleasure as he situates himself to his knees and nudges even deeper. Rising above her, he slides his arms under the back of her knees using his strength to pull her bottom up against him. Working her feet up and over his shoulders, he seems to be embedded so deep inside her she can feel it all the way to her navel. He smoothly starts sliding in and out of her. For a moment they both look down to where their bodies meet. She can see his hard shaft emerge almost fully out of her body, glistening with her juices and then push back deeply inside of her again. Stretching to receive him, her body hums in pleasure. She tries to move her hips upward but he has such total control in his grip on her, that she can only let him guide their movements. She runs her hands up his chest feeling the dampness and enjoying the scent of his maleness. The sight of him moving in and out of her is almost hypnotic. Like him, her body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her nipples harden almost painfully as the heat inside her start to build again.
He watches the joining of their body for a few minutes and then looks up to meet her eyes. The wicked grin on his face sends shivers down her spine. Pulling almost completely out of her, he then thrust back in a bit harder and is pleased to hear her moan with pleasure. Leaning forward till her knees are almost touching her chest, he cups both breast in his hands and gently rolls her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes roll back and close as such magnificent sensations wave across her body. Knowing she is on the rise, he starts to thrust harder and deeper inside her. The tightness in his sack is like the hunger of a vicious animal fighting its cage to be released. Reaching down to the top of her mound he finds the sensitive nub and gently strokes it to bring her to an even higher state of arousal. By now she is incoherent and her moans of passion have risen to cries of pleasure begging for relief. Her hands grip his upper arms for leverage and when he feels her nails sinking into his skin he knows she is getting close again. His breath came raggedly, burning his throat. Her movements under him urged him to hurry, hurry. He couldn't wait, knew it would kill him to wait. The only thought in his head was now, it had to be now, and even that was wrapped in the rusty edges of primal need.
She bucked, cried out, came. He watched her eyes go opaque, her head fall back so that the long line of her throat was there for him to feast on. Battling the violent urge to drive himself into her even more forcefully, he continued to taste until the sharp void was filled. Speed and heat and force. More. He shoved her knees up and stroked deeper, harder, darkly thrilled when her nails bit into his shoulders. He plunged inside her, quivering with raw, blind greed. Sensations swamped her, scraped at her, stripped her into one shuddering mass of need. She thought she might die from it. When the next orgasm slammed into her, a hard, hot fist, she thought she had. She heard his long, low groan, felt his body plunge, then stiffen. When he collapsed on her, panting, her lips curved in a smile of pure female satisfaction.
For a moment it seemed as if the world stood still. There was no movement or sounds except for the heavy gasps of breath and the pounding of their hearts beating almost in sync. She felt pleasantly secure smothered under his weight with her fingers stroking lightly up and down his back. Knowing he must be crushing her, he starts to roll over to his side and is pleased to hear the whimper in her throat as his now relaxed member slips from her body. Pulling her with him when he rolls over, she snuggles up in his arms pressing as much of her body against him as if trying to cling to the wash of feelings that engulf them both. Her face nuzzles into the hair on his chest drinking in the scent of their mutual passion. Both bodies throb in unison while they snuggle up together each enjoying the sensation of sexual exhaustion that seems to invade them. Lifting her head up to look at him, his mouth descends on her in a kiss so tender it makes her heart ache with emotion.
Curling her head up under his chin, his arms instinctively tighten around her. Relaxed and sated they both gently drift off in a haze of sleep as if in tune with each other. Her last final thought was that she was finally where she belonged. In his arms.

08/20/05