Reunion

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."

Steve pulled off my shirt and gently pushed me onto the bed in two smooth motions. His hand slipped inside my bra, stroking each nipple before pushing the fabric to the side and lowering his mouth to suck on each one. I wiggled out of my jeans to give him access to the space between my legs. My cunt was starting to pulse, waiting to feel his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Steve obliged, gliding his hand into my thong, one finger between the lips, feeling the wetness that was already there... that wetness that he loved so much.

After giving each nipple one last lick, Steve yanked down my thong, taking a moment to gaze greedily at my cunt before lowering his head to taste the moisture that was waiting for him. He lapped eagerly at it, pushing his tongue up inside me to get every last drop. He sucked, licked, drank from my cunt while my foot began to move down his body, searching for his hard cock. I stroked it with my foot, pressing it onto the bed, while my body began to shake with my first orgasms. Wave after wave had me rocking uncontrollably, abandoning his cock.

Steve raised himself to his knees and I stared at his incredibly muscled chest, abs, shoulders and arms, delirious with lust and hardly able to believe that this beautiful man was about to fuck me. He grasped his cock and drove it into me, collapsing on top of my body and coming in for another deep kiss. "Oh god," he gasped. "You feel incredible. You're so wet!"

Although in his late fifties, Steve was still an athlete, competing in at least one full-distance triathlon each year and spending at least a couple of hours each day training for the next one. The results were impressive: Steve's body was compact and hard-muscled, and his stamina in bed was a constant source of delight for me.

He now called on his strength, pushing himself back up to kneel in front of me, his cock still inside me. This was one of my favorite positions: I could see his gorgeous torso and, looking down my body, could watch his slick cock pistoning in and out of me. I enjoyed this incredibly hot sight for a few moments, but I didn't want him to come yet, as much as I yearned to have him fill me up with his juice.

I grasped his shoulders, pulling him down to me and kissing him deeply again. I pushed him to the side: He understood what I wanted and held me as he rolled onto his back in a smooth motion. We knew each other's bodies and preferences so well that no words were needed. Now straddling him, I raised my hips so that his cock began to slide out of me. I stopped when only the head was still inside, enjoying the look an anticipation in Steve's blue eyes. "Ready?" I asked. He groaned in response. I tortured him for another second, then slowly lowered my hips again, allowing both of us to revel in the feel of his cock being engulfed by my cunt one inch at a time. I repeated this move several times, but I could tell that Steve needed to come soon. I leaned in for another passionate kiss, sucking on his tongue and darting mine into his mouth, licking his lips. His hands stroked my ass, one finger wandering between my cheeks and gently penetrating me.

I reached between my legs, collecting some of the moisture there. I brought my fingers to my nipples, quickly dabbing some of my cream onto each one, and then lowered my breasts one at a time to Steve's mouth, allowing him to greedily suck the drops from each nipple. "The best taste in the world," he whispered. My fingers returned to my cunt again, collecting more wetness and this time bringing it directly to Steve's mouth so he could devour it from each finger.

Steve was beginning to look like he was going to explode. I lowered myself onto him and he grasped my hips firmly. I began to ride him more quickly, with his hands holding me tight and helping me to stay in control. I moved faster and faster and noticed Steve absorbing the sound of his hard cock moving in my slick cunt. I tightened my muscles, bouncing up and down on him until he let out the first of many deep groans and gasps as he finally, finally released his sperm far inside of me. I slowed my movements, coming to rest fully on top of him, with our mouths kissing searchingly, lovingly.

I slid off and cuddled up to him, with my head on his chest and my leg slung over his. My fingers stroked the hair between his legs, up to his smooth chest, down his arm. "I'm so glad you're here, baby," I breathed. "I missed you so much."