Reunited 54

**My first published story, please be kind with your comments. Based on real events though names have been changed.**

I stepped off the plane in Philadelphia, our agreed upon meeting spot. Cara and I had been keeping in touch over the years since her study abroad days in Dublin, though it had been a few years since our last tryst. Dozens of racy messages, sexy videos, and occasional voice memos later, here we were again, both now married yet still hopelessly drawn to each other.

I hailed a cab to the hotel where we would meet. My heart raced with anticipation. What would she look like after all this time? Even more alluring, I was certain. Cara possessed an effortless sensuality that utterly captivated me. Her full, supple breasts, her alluring eyes, her smooth shaven sex. I could vividly recall burying my face between those thighs, lapping at her tangy juices...

I quickly dropped off my bag in the hotel room and headed to the bar, scanning for her. Then I spotted Cara, more stunning than memory, in a low-cut summer dress. She smiled in my direction, her eyes sparkling with mischief and lust. I had her.

"It's been too long" she purred, pressing her body against mine. Her perfume enveloped me, intoxicating. "I've missed you so much, Colin."

"Hello Cara," I murmured, pulling her in for a deep kiss. I couldn't resist, I didn't care who might see. Her lips were just as soft and sweet as I remembered.

For a moment, it felt like no time had passed at all and we were young again, back in the Shelbourne hotel, where I fingered her, and licked her until she came, trembling and whimpering my name.

But a decade later, with spouses waiting back home, the stakes were higher now.

The forbiddenness only made it more electrifying.

I led Cara to the elevator, my hand caressing her fine rear. "Let's get out of here," I growled. "I need privacy to properly greet you."

In the room, I pushed her against the door, kissing her fiercely. "God, I've wanted this for so long," I said against her mouth. "To have you again..."

"Me too," she breathed, her fingers working at my belt. "I've never stopped thinking about you, Colin. About your tongue inside me."

I hiked up her dress and groaned at the sight of her - those magnificent tits barely contained in blue lace, her bare pussy on full dispaly. "Fucking hell," I rasped. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"No, silly," she laughed, "I just want to make you feel good. So good." She sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, just like that. I watched, enraptured, as she worked me with skillful lips and tongue. "Mmm," she hummed, "I've missed the taste of you."

I tugged her hair and fucked her face, grunting with pleasure. But I didn't want to finish like this. I needed to be inside her. Now. I hauled her up and tossed her on the bed. "Take off your dress," I commanded. "I want you naked and spread."

She complied with a coy smile, revealing her incredible body in all its glory. Tanned and toned, full breasts and that pretty bare cunt, just begging for my mouth. I settled between her thighs, running my stubble over her smooth, sensitive flesh. "So pretty," I praised, "so sweet. I could eat this pussy for hours."

"Then do it," she urged, grinding against my face. "Ahh fuck, I've needed your tongue on me. In me. Please Colin..."

I obliged ferociously, tongue-fucking her, lapping her slit, flicking her clit. She was already dripping and I couldn't get enough. I wanted to drown in her juices, mark her as mine. "Mmm yes, eat me," she cried, fisting my hair, "I'm so close, don't stop!"

With a last suck, she was undone, coming apart on a silent scream, her nectar flooding my mouth. I drank her down greedily, then crawled up her body to kiss her, sharing the taste. "You're incredible," I said hoarsely. "I love you Cara, I--"

"Shh," she hushed, sucking on my lips, "I know. I love you too. Now fuck me Colin. I need you inside me. Fill me up. I want to feel you come."

She wrapped her legs around my waist and I slid into her tight heat, groaning at the feel of her. I'd never felt anything so exquisite. "Fuck, you're perfect," I praised, setting a deep, searching rhythm. "So goddamn perfect. I'm going to fill this pussy up."

"Yes," she babbled, digging her nails into my back, "cum in me, please. I want it. I've wanted it for so long. Give it to me Colin!"

Her words sent me over the edge and with a last thrust I exploded inside her, pumping jets of seed deep in her womb. "Ahh Cara!" I shouted, shuddering from the force of it. "Fuck, take it all. Fuck!"

And then I collapsed against her, spent and sated. But not quite satisfied yet. I had to taste our combined essence. I kissed down her body reverently until I reached her cum-soaked sex, lapping at our mingled release. She shuddered and mewled as I cleaned her out. "Mmm there it is," I said, gathering our mixed fluids on my fingers and feeding them to her. "Fuck, we taste good together."

I kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on my tongue. Her legs came around my waist again. "I've dreamed of this, Colin," she said. "You're mine."

"I'm yours," I promised, stroking her hair. We made love again, slower now, savoring each other. In the morning, I woke her with my mouth on her sex and she responded by sucking me off, greedy for my seed. I pumped it all over her tits, then lapped it off, kissing her deeply.

It was only a taste, a fleeting indulgence between married partners. But it was enough to last for now, until the next time we could be together again, secretly, selfishly, wildly, utterly lost in our passion. A decade later, she still had me utterly enthralled. That would never change. No matter who else we had in our lives, it would always be her and me. Colin and Cara, connected by more than a shared lust. But a real, true bond.

Two souls intertwined and interconnected, meant to fuck each other throughout their lifetimes. And damn the cost.