That guy from Staind was right. It's been a while, but I can still remember just the way she tastes.
My heart thumping, I rang her doorbell. It had been over a year since the last time Lin and I collided. That's all our encounters could be described as, the collision of bodies and need. Even though we had called it quits, we both knew it would never truly be over. Now, after sixteen months of faithfulness to our respective partners, we each took our last few breaths before......
The door slowly swung open. Time is relative. There are moments in life where it seems to pass quickly, moments when it slows to a trickle. There are even moments when it seems to stand still. I had been transported back to our first year. The Lin I saw before me was the same one I had bedded a thousand times that year.
One thousand times. Lin's forearm clenched between her teeth, stifling orgasmic screams. Lin's hair, honey brown, wrapped around my fists. Lin's strong, German thighs, wrapped around my hips. Lin's clear, green eyes, enthralled in need. It was the eyes, those hungry, needful eyes, that drew me back so many years ago.
There was no preamble. No pleasantries. No catching up with news of friends and family. All that had been accomplished before. The chance encounter at a holiday party. The friendly banter. The simplest of excuses to get in contact again, "I have some pictures that I thought you would want." An exchange of e-mail and addresses, confirmation that she had moved to just a few miles from my home. One letter and then two, and here I was, controlling my breathing while staring at the object of my addiction.
I stalked through the threshold, grabbing her around the waist, pressing her back against the wall as our mouths locked hungrily onto each other. Her soft full lips were crushed under the force of our assault. Our tongues danced as if they were meant to be partners. When I broke the kiss to bite her neck, I caught a whiff of her scent. Clean. No perfumes or harsh deodorants. Clean female skin. A squeal was my reward, and as I thrust my hips into her, it was replaced with a growl.
She shoved me away from her. Already her breathing was ragged, she neared that edge which was just her first step in a downward spiral of pleasure. With a predatory glare she slowly began to undo her only attire, a gray jumper that she knew I loved. I stood and watched, knowing that it was all part of the game, the tease. Lin undid all her buttons, leaving the thin cotton cloth hanging loosely over her breasts, exposing her sinewy flesh to her navel.