Reconnecting 17

It had been months since they had seen each other. Her longings for him had occupied her thoughts on those long evenings alone. Remembering how good he was to her, and how when he made love to her it was the best she had ever had. He had missed her too. He was busy and missed the lazy late mornings, the bits of calm in the sea of constant movement. He loved waking next to her. Her curves were perfect, he loved when he awoke already hard, his cock pressed firmly between her cheeks. He would slowly tease her awake and they'd have passionate sex, the kind some people only would ever get a chance to read about.

They were meeting in Greece. She had booked a villa overlooking the mediterranean. She had arrived first, and gotten to the villa and got her bags put away. His flight was late, 9pm. She had bought food for him knowing he would be hungry and that the little cafe nearby would be closed by the time he got his rental car and got there.

She was sitting on the balcony at a small table, in a bent back chair, enjoying a glass of wine when she heard him enter the main room and flip on the light. He saw her out on the balcony and dropped his bags and went directly to her. She had barely gotten to her feet by the time he was in front of her.

He took her into his arms pulling her tightly to his body. She lifted her face to his, with one hand he gently cupped her face and they kissed. She could feel all the passion that had been pent up because of the distance pouring out. As they kissed, his hands began to roam. Running up and down her back, to the swell of her firm shapely butt and back up. His one hand followed the sway of her hips and worked its way up to her breast. She was wearing a chic little thin sun cover up. He could feel her erect nipple through the thin material. He pinched between his index and middle finger while his hands squeezed the entire breast. She let out a soft gasp at the sensation. He broke off the kiss and began working his way with soft kisses and playful nibbles down her neck, all the while groping her breast and teasing her nipples.

His kisses now were on her collarbone. She could feel herself getting flushed as she was anticipating where he was headed. His kisses descended farther, and soon he was biting her nipples through her coverup. The touch of pain with the pleasure was heavenly, his hands were now gripping her butt, spreading her. The next thing she knew he had lifted her onto the little table and his hands were on her thighs lifting up the fabric, exposing her thighs. She felt his hands sliding up to find her panties, but she had a surprise for him: she wasn't wearing them. He stood up straight, one hand firmly on her thigh the other cupped her cheek. He was smiling as he leaned forward and kissed her lips again. She could feel his fingers gripping her leg firmly. Soon though the kiss was over and he was kneeling down. His lips were kissing her inner loins, inching closer and closer to her pussy which was by now screaming for attention.

His face was in front of it now. He breathed deeply, drinking in her scent. He had missed this as well. She could feel his hot breath on her, she was dying with anticipation. He was always such a tease. Finally though he made contact with her pussy. A light, gentle, wet, tongue slid over her lips. It swirled and parted her folds exploring her pussy before settling in and really paying attention to her clit. He wasn't rushed or frantic to get this over with, he was deliberate, caring and attentive. She knew how much he loved this. He might love it more than she did and she adored it. She felt her orgasm creeping up, he sensed it too and kept at it. She felt the heat and pleasure radiate out through her body like a sunburst.

He didn't miss a beat, he led her on her shaky feet the two steps across the balcony and bent her over the railing. The moon light was dancing on the sea, the stars were twinkling but neither hardly noticed. She heard him unzip his pants and then he plunged himself into her dripping hot wet pussy. It was forceful, and firm but she wanted it more than anything at the moment. His one hand reached around and grabbed her breast, pulling on her nipple. He thrust into her, firm and steady with desire. She could feel his balls smacking wetly against her pussy. Each time the little tap sent a little jolt of pleasure through her still tingling clit. He filled her so completely, each thrust pumped in more lust, building her arousal. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back towards him. She could see the desire in his eyes. He kissed her."Your pussy feels so good. You don't know how often I have dreamt of this." He whispered into her ear. She barely could contain her moan of pleasure. He continued " I love the way your ass looks when you are like this. It is so perfect. No one has a butt that compares to yours" How could he talk like this and still keep fucking her this good? She could barely formulate the thought as a second orgasm began to course through her body. He felt her pussy clamp down on him. And he buried himself as deep as he could in her, reaching forward, both hands firmly and lovingly pulling her towards him. Her legs gave out as she came hard. He held her firmly, stayed in her, kissing her and holding her close as her orgasm subsided.

As she came down from her high, she turned and embraced him. He scooped her up like she weighed nothing and carried her back inside. He walked through the seating area and kitchen into the bedroom where she had lit a candle earlier. He gently laid her down on the bed and leaned over her kissing her. She began tugging at his shirt, pulling it up over his head as they momentarily broke their kiss. Subconsciously she spread her legs and he instinctively eased himself between them and into her again, gently and softly easing in and out as they passionately kissed. He felt good inside her. He felt like that is where he belonged. She loved the feeling, but now she wanted to treat him. She propped herself up on the bed pushing him up and off her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up to be on top. She pushed him back and he leaned back, assenting to her control. She loved giving him pleasure too, and now she was going to do so. No one ever rode him like she did. Maybe the power lay in her perfect butt, maybe it was in her tight toned stomach, maybe it was just the magic of her?

She began to ride him, up and down, slowly, sensuously. Her hands supported her on his chest. He could feel how wet she was. Her juices dripped down his scrotum. He could feel the slick trail it left behind. He reached around and grabbed her ass. She loved his strong hands pulling her cheeks apart, allowing her to drive him even deeper into her hot wet core. She was in control now though, and she leaned forward and gave him a kiss before sitting up. She began grinding her bush into his while keeping him deep in her. This drove him wild. She could feel his cock somehow getting even harder. He brought around one of his hands and licked his finger then reached up and grabbed her breast. He squeezed it and pulled on her nipple with his slick fingers, She bit her lip at the intensity of the sensation and began lifting herself off him as she rode him.

Almost coming all the way off before sliding back all the way down his shaft. He loved the view when she rode him like this. Not only could he feel her on every inch of him, but watching her beautiful warm peach colored lips hungrily grip his cock drove him wild. She looked ethereal in the light from the moon and the candle. As she rode him like this she could feel him getting harder and harder. "Are you going to cum for me baby?" She asked. She could feel her own orgasm was building. "Yes" he panted back. Then she felt him begin to twitch inside her as his orgasm was imminent. He began thrusting back into her and pulled her down and kissed her deeply as he began cumming. The feeling of his cum bathing her inner walls sent her over the edge and they pressed themselves as deep into each other as was possible and they came together.

As the orgasmic tunnel vision faded, they bathed in the post orgasmic glow. They drank in the scene outside the big window. The breeze caressed their hot sweaty skin. They lay there not talking, just relishing the feeling of being back in each other's presence. Conversations were going to follow. Her accomplishments, his work. He couldn't even feel his hunger, let alone think of the dinner she had waiting in the kitchen. For now they just basked in the smile of the person who knew them like no one else.