Stepping out of the gangway into the airport - our eyes meet. My heart leaps inside my chest at our first site. He's just as I remember, I hadn't forgotten his face or his bearing after all. We smile, he steps up to me and pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and breath his scent. Secretly, I want to cry - this is home - a familiarity that soothes my soul. He kisses the top of my head.
Looking into his eyes I jokingly tell him, "There's nothing better out there in the world than this, so stop looking. "
He laughs, takes my face in his hands and kisses me soft and warm. Kisses me as if he can't get enough and at last I feel desired. "Let's get out of here," he whispers into my ear. I know what he has in mind... then again, maybe I don't! A tickle shimmers in my stomach at the unexpected.
That's always been the most exciting aspect of our sex life... the unknown, the unforeseen. Taking my hand and heaving my bag over his shoulder. A glare pierces me.
"I know, I know. I packed the "kitchen sink" again. You know how I am! I have to be prepared!" I drop my head mimicking shame (and so the game begins).
Shaking his head we set off for the car. Down the hall, I suddenly stop and pull him back a step... "Look!" with a feigned gasp, "Oh my god... it's an empty wall! Over there!"
"Oh no you don't. We're not going to do that... I need more privacy. "
"Don't want to cause a scene, eh?"
"Even though the wall is just begging for my ass to be imprinted on it?" Under my breath, "Coward. "
"Come on. " He admonishes and pulls me into step again as we head out of the door to the parking lot. Tossing my bag into the back seat, he straightens to face me. I lean him against the side of the car, kiss his neck and stroke slowly between his nicely muscled thighs. Squeezing him gently, I wshipser in his ear, "I'm ready now, no one will see. let's do it, quick, here. "
He grabs my wrist stopping myhand from it's purpose. Leaning harder against him, raising a knee, i place it on the fender next to his hip, pinning him against the car.
"Come on, be brave this one time, it doesn't have to take long. I just need to feel you inside me now. " With a lusty tone to my voice... "let's show 'em how it's done. "
Grabbing my arms he easily lifts me off of him. Holding onto me, kisses me deeply then guides me to the car door.
"Get in. We'll be at my place in no time. "
Once settled into the car I get a taste of what's to come. We kiss deeply, lighting our passion. His hand searches my body and finally slips under my skirt. I move my own between his legs and the apparent desire fills my hand. I'm cascading into the passion of our kiss and my mind is spiraling out of control. I only feel hot desire and the passion to be set loose. He gently pushes me back into my seat and starts the car without a word.
After a quick drive-by tour of the town, pointing out highlights along the way, we arrive at his apartment. Opening the door for me, I step in and my first sense of the place is - coziness. It's over-stuffed but that's not surprising.
"Oh, I nearly forgot. I brought you a little house-warming present!" I reach into my bag and pull out a box. He takes it from me, glancing sidelong at me. I know he doesn't like to receive gifts. It embarrasses him for some reason.
"It's really nothing. " I assure him. "I made it myself, so you know it didn't cost much. " We sit on the couch and he opens the box. Inside is a hand-bound suede journal. I've always encouraged him to write. He has much to say, to express. I feel he should write it down, if only for his sons to read one day, far into the future.
"It's a personal journal... not a diary... but a place to write down feelings, memories of your family and your personal life. Your parents and grandparents lives. What they went through, what you went through. Anything! You don't need to be eloquent or philosophical, as a matter of fact it's best if it's in your own speaking style. There are no rules when writing in a journal. " I explain. "Fill it with what's in your head and heart. Teach what you've learned the hard way. Put down your hopes and dreams for your sons and for their children. Then put it away for them to read and cherish one day. "
"They will, you know?" I continue, "They will cherish your words when they're older, and need to know and appreciate their father. "
"Thanks. " He stands, taking his gift and placing it on the desk. Following him, I announce, "You're NOT going to sit at that computer while I'm here!"
"Why not?" I see that he's grinning as he turns to face me. He knows I want to be the center of his thoughts this weekend.
"You're paying attention to me. This will be the last precious time we spend together and I don't want to waste a minute. "
"Not even emails?" his eyes glinting.
"NO!"
Mock sigh - shoulder shrug, he wanders into the kitchen. He stands against the sink, arms crossed, watching me. Slipping my arms around his waist, I raise my face to his and kiss him gently. He returns the kiss as his hands slide into my hair. My fingers press into his back then I slowly pull his T-shirt from his jeans, guiding my fingers from his waist to his chest. Closing my eyes - the sensation of touch deepens. I stop, holding very still, and savoring every sensation of joining our bodies, the portions of my body that are leaning into his. Hands in my hair and on my neck. Warm, hard, soft, strong, supple... all the sensations are blended and yet very distinct.
He takes me by the arms and pushes me against the wall. Leaning against me... I can barely breath as his hands move beneath my shirt. His skill at bra-removal is amazing... I barely notice until his warm, dry hands enclose around my breasts. I breathe slow and deep, kissing his neck slowly, parting my lips - tasting him. I had nearly forgotten the taste of him.
