I haven't seen him in almost a year, we haven't even spoken in months. So it stands to reason I would be a little nervous when I looked up and saw him standing along the trail.
In the seconds it took him to turn around a storm of questions ran through my head. Would we pick up where we left off? Would he just want to be friends? Would he even want to speak to me?
Then he turned and saw me. His eyes lit up like they always used to and his smile answered half my questions. When he closed the distance between us in two strides and wrapped his arms around me it felt like old times. I couldn't help the little moan that escaped my lips at the memories. What I wasn't expecting was the answering growl from him, or the possessive hand on my ass pulling me closer.
The next thing I knew his other hand was gripping my hair, pulling my head back. He nuzzled my neck then pulled back and just looks into my eyes. I bite my lip in anticipation of the kiss I'm expecting to come next, he just chuckles and gently pushes me back. And then he's nuzzling my neck again, kissing, biting. He grinds his hips into mine and I can tell he is already hard. I let out a little whimper which causes him to growl again.
He slowly slides down until he's on his knees reaching beneath my skirt lifting it as he caresses my thighs and I realize that his plans for our first kiss in years was quite different than what I had imagined it would be like. I lean back against the tree for support as he lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder.