It had been too long. I closed the hotel room door behind us and we were finally, finally, finally alone. I put my arms around Steve, pulling him as close as possible, achingly desperate for this contact. He didn't make me wait another second, holding me tight, finding my mouth with his and immediately opening my lips with his eager tongue.
We hadn't seen each other in three months. We'd filled this time with thousands of text messages, daily phone calls, frequent nude photos, and occasional steamy video calls. Thank god for modern technology, I'd thought more than once during this time. I didn't know how we would have kept the fire between us burning continuously without all of these means of communication. Despite being thousands of miles apart, I had felt Steve's presence in my life every day.
But now... his plane had landed and we were together at last. We had one full night ahead of us in this hotel before driving to the town where I was spending a sabbatical year, where my daughter would be waiting and privacy would be hard to come by.
Still holding him close, I began to let my hands wander, trying to reacquaint myself with every inch of him. My hands slid under Steve's shirt, feeling his beautiful soft skin and firm muscles. My fingers found their way to his belt buckle and unclasped it, then dropped still further until they found his gorgeous cock, straining under his jeans. "I missed you," I murmured. "Both of you."