Benny and Lucy

Diego lands kisses on my skin, one on my lips, then down my cheek to my neck, to my shoulder and then down to my breast.

This is a nice dream, I think moments before I wake up.

I roll over and meet a warm hard chest. I hear a manly chuckle, one that belongs to Diego. Hm. I must still be dreaming.

"Wake up, Taressa." He says softly.

I shake my head no. "You'll be gone. I miss you too much to wake up from this dream."

"You're already awake, sweetie." He whispers near my ear.

After I process what he says and what that means, my eyes shoot open. Sure enough, he's still there.

"But... How?... You're... Oh... You're here!" That's as much as I get out before the tears start streaming down my face.

Diego pulls me into his arms, right against his warm chest. I feel his heartbeat against my cheek through the cotton of his shirt.

"Why are you crying, Taressa?" He says while he rubs my back soothingly and I can hear the smile in his voice.

"I..mi..missed you...so..much!" I get out between sniffles.

With a finger under my chin, he lifts my head up to look at him.

"I'm here now and I promise not to leave again. I missed you way too much." He says softly, looking into my eyes.

I just nod and continue to look at him. He's here. He's really here.

Remembering what he said, I ask, "What did you miss?"

He smiles and says, "I missed waking up every morning and watching you sleep and seeing the morning sun dance across your skin and I missed kissing you randomly throughout the day and I missed hearing your giggle and seeing your smile. I missed hearing your "I love you's" and saying it back and seeing your smile touch your eyes." I see his eyes darken a little before he continues, "I miss making love to you. I miss hearing you moan my name, dragging your nails across my skin, your legs wrapped around my waist and your pussy wrapped around my cock."

When he finishes, I'm at a loss for words. I clench my thighs against the wetness that has pooled there.

I bite my lip and turn around so I'm facing away from him.

"What are you-"

He doesn't finish his sentence because at that moment, I decide to nestle my ass back into his crotch. I can feel his jean-clad boner pressing into my ass. I smile contently and shake my hips a little bit. I hear him make a sound that sounds like a growl and the next thing I know, I'm on my back and he's leaning over me, his eyes dark with desire.

"Tease me, will you?" He says with a smirk.

I giggle and he looks down at me with a look full of love.

"What?" I ask.

"You're beautiful when you laugh. I missed you so much." He says softly.

"Kiss me."

"Oh. I plan to." He says huskily.

"Diego. Now." I demand.

He chuckles as he leans down and kisses my forehead, both of my eyelids, both my cheeks. I'm about to tell him to kiss my lips when he kisses the corner of my mouth.

He looks down at me with a taunting look in his eyes.

Let the games begin, I think to myself before pushing him off of me and getting up and straddling him before he has a chance to move.

I push his white t-shirt up to his chest and he sits up and helps me take it off. He lays back down and I take a moment to just look at him. I run my fingers over his tanned chest and down to his taut abs and over his belly button and let my fingers follow his happy trail. I lean down and brush my lips lightly against his. He immediately responds, his tongue sliding across my lower lip, his hand cupping my cheek. We kiss deeply and I grind my hips down on his. He groans against my lips and I move and kiss all across his jaw and down his neck, gently nipping with my teeth before soothing it with a swipe of my tongue. I make my way across his shoulder and down his chest, down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. I look up at him and see his clenched jaw and his almost black eyes locked on mine.

"Touch me." He demands.

"Oh. I plan to," I say, using his words.

He reaches up and, taking my hand, places it over the bulge in his pants. "Now," He almost growls the word.

I smile at his inpatients and unzip the zipper on his pants ever-so-slowly. He moves his hand away and watches my hands. After unbuttoning his jeans, he lifts his hips off the bed and I pull his pants off and toss them somewhere to the side. I leave his boxers on and, using the the tip of my index finger, trace the outline of his erection through the thin cloth.

After a quick look up, I see he is perfectly distracted. I choose that moment to spring up and race out of the room, a playful smile on my face as I call to him over my shoulder, "Catch me of you can!"

I hear the bed creak as he springs up, but without my feminine grace, ends up falling on the floor. I almost risk going back and seeing if he's okay, but I change my mind and run faster when I hear his footfalls behind me. I squeal with the joy of being chased.

"I'll take you where I catch you." He calls to me.

I sure hope so!, I think. I look back, seeing how far behind me he is. I squeal when he's right behind me and turn to look forward again right as I run... head first into a wall. I fall onto my ass on the carpet and, hand on my poor aching head, just lay back and wait for him to get to me. It doesn't take long before I'm pulled into his lap, being asked if I'm okay. Eyes closed, I nod. He kisses my forehead and whispers, "We'll just have to find something to get your mind off of it."

I open my eyes and look at him questioningly.

He lays me on the carpet and moves to kneel between my spread legs. Before I know it, he's kissing me and pulling my shirt up. He stops kissing me just long enough to pull my shirt up and over my head. Again, his lips are on mine and his hands are working on the clasp on the front of my bra. Once he gets it off, he kisses and nibbles his way across my jaw and down my shoulder to my breast. He circles his tongue around one of my nipples while rolling the other between his fingers.

After making both nipples red and hard as pebbles, he kisses his way down my rib cage to my stomach and down lower to the waist band of my pink sweats. He slides my them off of my hips, along with my black boy-shorts. Once I'm completely naked, he looks much happier. He leans in and kisses my hip and then down further.

"Spread your legs," He whispers.

I comply and am rewarded with the feel of his thumb sliding against my clit. I bite my lip and he rubs his thumb in small circles on the sensitive spot. I lift my hips to him and he smiles wide.

"Something you want?" He says with a knowing smile.

"Your mouth."

"Where?" He asks, rubbing my clit harder.

"My pussy. Please Diego," I try not to beg.

He doesn't hesitate. He leans down and suckles my clit into his mouth, making me cry out.

At the same time, he slides a finger into my tight channel. He slides it in and out of my vagina, a promise of what's to come. He continues the suckling of my clit and the thrust of his finger, increasing speed and suction every so often until my inner muscles clamp down on his finger and I cry out as I orgasm. He cleans me up and kisses his way back up my body to my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue. I pull my knees up and cradle him there. He presses his hips into mine. I frown when I feel his boxers against me instead of skin. I reach down and push his boxers off of his hips. He does the rest. Finally, he presses against me again and I smile when I feel his hot skin against mine. He looks down at me while he takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his dick against my clit. I moan quietly, my clit still sensitive from my orgasm.

I lift my hips in a silent invitation and he accepts and begins pressing into me. He slides in easily but he's big and it's been almost two years since the last time we'd been together. I'm not used to the feel of being filled.

"Relax, Taressa." He whispers.

I close my eyes and try to do just that.

Finally, my inner muscles relax and he slides all of the way in. He leans down and rests his forehead against mine, neither of us moving.

"God you're so tight." He says.

"I would hope so. I haven't had sex since you left." I close my eyes, remembering that sad night, that hard goodbye.

"Hey," He says, cupping my face with both of his hands. "I'm here now. I won't leave you ever again."

"Promise?" I ask.

"Swear." He kisses me gently before looking at me with a very male smile on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"You really haven't had sex since that night?"

"No. I haven't. Why? Have you?" I ask, not sure I want to know the answer.

"Of course not. You're the only one I want." He says solemnly.

I clench my inner muscles around him and tell him, "Prove it."

With a wicked smile on his face, he does just that. For all of the night and well into the next day.

When I finally wake up, it's on the bathroom floor, with Diego's arm wrapped around my waist, holding me possessively against his chest. I would love to lay here with him and just go back to sleep, but my bladder has a different idea in mind.

After four attempts of me getting a few inches away and him unconsciously pulling me back to him, I finally manage to escape.

I walk across the huge bathroom to the toilet and look at it, then back at Diego. He looks like he's totally out, but I don't want to risk it. I walk out of the bathroom and down the stairs, to the downstairs bathroom.

I'm washing my hands when I see Diego's reflection in the mirror.

"Still?" He asks.

"I can't help it!" I dry my hands and turn to look at him. He's leaning against the door jam, naked and laughing.. At me.

I scowl at him and he says, "We've known each other for years and you still won't pee around me."

"I'm just weird." I say, throwing my hands up.

"And sexy," He says, his gaze wandering slowly over my body and I remember that I'm still naked.

"Ooh no you don't," I say before I reach over and pull my robe off of a hook on the wall and put it on.

He pouts and, rolling my eyes, I tell him, "I'm hungry."

He walks across the bathroom and slips his hand inside my robe and caresses my mound. "I could use a snack." He chuckles.

I brush his hand away before he is able to find out just how much I would enjoy that.

I walk past him, out of the bathroom and down the hall to the kitchen.

While I'm reaching up into a cupboard for cereal, I feel Diego untying my robe.

I put my hand over his, stopping him.

"Let me eat first. You should have something, too."

He whispers near my ear, "I'll have whatever you're having. And please take it off," he tugs on my robe, "I've missed you and I don't want to look at a robe when I could look at your naked body instead. I'll be good. I promise."

And with that, I let him pull the cloth over my shoulders and down my arms.

While we eat, he tells me about his adventures in Germany. Some of the stories are so funny, I start laughing and can't stop.

I've missed being with him. Talking with him and laughing about the stupidest things.