Reconnected

It wasn’t even a double-take. Maybe a triple- or quadruple-take. It took a few minutes to convince myself I was actually seeing you.

When you first left I would think I saw you constantly, everywhere. Even though I knew you’d moved a ways away, my cruel brain would trick me into thinking I saw you. Over time it dwindled to once or twice a day, then a couple times a week, then once a month or so.

Now it had been years since we’d been together, and while I’d still see you all the time, I’d gotten it down to where it was mostly just when I closed my eyes.

But this time it was you. Really you. You were sitting not 20 feet away at a table near the bar. Even if I wouldn’t believe my eyes, I could hear your laugh. I’d recognize your laugh anywhere.

You were sitting with some friends, drinking and talking. I guess you’d come in town to catch up, or maybe one of them was having a baby shower or something. I recognized a couple of them, definitely old friends of yours. If I tried I’d probably remember their names, but to be honest I didn’t give a fuck about them. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.

Fuck you looked good.

I must have been staring too hard. You looked up and our eyes met. God it all came rushing back. All the things I’d worked so hard to bury. The need to devour you. The indomitable desire feel every part of you. The craving to consume all that is you.

My head was swimming. I think my friends were talking to me but I couldn’t hear what that were saying. I couldn’t think straight. I had this overwhelming desire to charge across the bar, throw you onto the table and take you then and there.

Let everyone gasp and squeal. Let everyone turn their noses up and say whatever they want to say. Hell, let them call the cops. Fuck’em all. I needed to have you.

Fuck.

I was being irrational. I couldn’t think. I needed air.

I threw some money on the table and told my friends I had to go. They said some shit but I just waved them off and walked out.

I stood outside under the light of the bar sign, trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing and my adrenaline was pumping like I was getting ready to wrestle a polar bear.

I was seriously debating marching back through the door and dragging you outside, kicking and screaming if necessary – whatever it took to get you alone. But then the door opened and you stepped through.

You were wearing a flowey, little dress – the kind you always loved – and you can wear the hell out of a dress. Your face was a little flushed. Either you’d been there drinking longer than I had or your heart was racing as much as mine.

I tried to say something clever. Or at least a polite, simple greeting. “Hello, how are you” would have been fine. But all that came out of my mouth was “Fuck”.

Before I knew what I was doing I had an arm around your waist and a hand behind your head, and I was pulling you into me. I felt a growl rumbling in my chest as I clamped my mouth on yours. I pulled you into me hard, and I felt your arms wrap around my back – just like they always had.

For a moment everything was perfect.

Then you slid your hands from my back and to my chest. It took me longer than was probably reasonable to realize you were trying to push me back and after a moment longer I let you go.

You took a step back, letting out a deep sigh. As you moved you slid your hands down my arms, pulling them off your body. But as your hands reached mine I grabbed hold of your fingers, determined to keep hold of you some how. Determined to not let you get too far.

“I … I can’t …” you stammered. You lifted your hand, your left hand, showing me the diamond ring circling your finger.

I think I might have snarled. “I know. I saw.”

You could have left right then. You could have walked away. At the very least you could have pulled your hands from mine. But you didn’t.

I waited just a heart beat before I pounced again. This time I grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you into a kiss.

I felt you hesitate for just a second. But then your lips parted. I felt your body melt into mine and you wrap your arms around my neck.

Fuck I’d missed your lips.

I moved my hands down your back, pulling you hard against me. I needed you closer. Your fingers curled through my hair and your body moved against mine. My hands slid down to your ass and I felt you moan softly into my mouth.

God I was so hard, almost painfully so. It’d been too long since I’d had your body pressed against mine like that. But fuck there was too much desperation. Clothes created too much separation between us. I needed to feel your skin against mine.

You broke off the kiss but you didn’t try to pull away. I kissed your cheek, your jaw, your neck. Your lips were right by my ear and I could hear your breath, quick and heavy.

“Where’s your car?” You whispered. “Please?”

I didn’t answer. I just grabbed your hand and made a line for my truck. I think I nearly jerked you off your feet I was moving so quick.

We got to my truck in a relative eternity. I pushed you up against the side and kissed you as I fumbled in my pocket for me keys. I couldn’t keep my mouth off you. You were working at my belt with one hand, pulling my head down to your mouth with your other hand behind my neck.

“Hurry,” you gasped into my mouth.

“Fuck,” I growled into yours.

I finally got the door open. You twisted and pushed me toward the open door by my shoulders. I climbed into the truck and laid the seat back a little. You climbed right into my lap and closed the door behind you.

Or lips met again and our hands roamed all over each other. I slid my hands up your legs, feeling your soft skin, pushing your dress up to your hips.

You started grinding against me, slow, pushing yourself hard against me. I slid the little straps of your dress down past your shoulders. You wiggled your shoulders and worked your arms out of the straps, letting the dress fall around your waist.

“God you’re fucking perfect,” I murmured. I kept one hand on the small of your back, the other slid up your stomach to your breast. I took your other breast in my mouth, kissing, licking, sucking.

“Oh god,” you breathed.

At first you wrapped your arms around my head, pulling my mouth hard onto your chest. I was almost frantic. I wanted to kiss you everywhere all at once. Then your hands slid down my body. You pushed yourself up on your knees and finished unfastening my belt and pants.

I did that awkward little shimmy thing as we worked my pants down, never taking my mouth from your breasts. When my dick finally sprang free I groaned, it was a relief in itself.

You pulled your panties to the side and pressed yourself down against me. I could feel your warmth. You started grinding against me again, hard and slow.

I took your breasts in both hands, moving my mouth from one to the other. You moved your hips with long slow motions, sliding yourself up and down my shaft.

It was a game you liked to play, grinding against me like that. Sliding up but stopping just before I slid inside you. You felt so fucking good but I couldn’t stand the teasing right then. I didn’t have the patience. I kept trying to angle my hips, positioning myself so your next downward movement I’d enter you, but you’d shift your hips too – just enough that I wouldn’t quite slip inside.

It was infuriating. And I might have cursed a little. I put a hand on your chest and pushed you back against the steering wheel. The horn let out a short beep but I ignored it. I held you tight against the steering wheel and pushed myself so my tip had just barely entered you.

I grabbed your hips with both hands and pulled you down hard on top of me. This time we both cursed as I felt myself slide into you.

Again you wrapped your arms around my head and pulled my mouth to your chest. I kissed you all over, making a line from one breast to the other, over your collar bone, up your neck.

You ground against me, your head thrown back as you rode me. I slid my hands over your back, your ass, your legs, sides and breasts – feeling you everywhere and never getting enough.

I felt your body begin to shudder against mine. I wrapped my arms around you and pulled your body tight against mine as you moaned out your pleasure.

You didn’t even pause. Slowly your grinding moved into riding. You lifted yourself up and down on your knees, sliding up and dick before coming crashing down.

God you are perfect.

I held your face with both hands, pressing my lips against yours, staring into your eyes as you rode me I tried to move my hips, tried to match your rhythm. Thrusting inside you. Desperate to be deeper, to have more of you.

You pushed me back against the seat, your hands on my chest and your forehead resting against mine. You bounced up and down on my cock, taking me deep inside you.

Fuck you felt good.

I grabbed your hips and shoved you down onto my lap. You tried to bounce back up but I held you in place. You started grinding furiously against me as I exploded inside you.

And this time we came together.

I groaned and cursed as I came. You moaned … and cursed as you did too.

It seemed to go on forever and was over to soon. We crashed back into the seat a panting, sweaty mess. I held you tight against me as I slowly grew soft inside you.

“God it’s been too long,” you whispered once you caught your breath.

“Fuck, I was thinking the same thing,” I said dumbly.

“I’ve dreamt of this so many time.”

I curled my fingers into your hair and said, “Same. Almost every night for years.”

We laid there for several minutes, like two pieces of a puzzle, fit together perfectly. After a while you pushed yourself up so you were sitting in my lap. Your hands were on my shoulders and I saw you glance down at your left hand.

You looked me in the eye and said, “we can’t do this again. This has to be a one time thing.”

I nodded and gave you a half smile. “I know. I just needed this – needed you – one last time.”

You curled back onto my chest and murmured, “Me too.”

I stroked the back of your head and sighed contentedly as I enjoyed the feel of you against me once again. After several long moments I said, “How long do you have?”

“Mmm,” you said sleepily. “I’ve got to head back in a couple hours.”

I grunted my dissatisfaction. I grabbed you by your waist and started to lift you. “Then scoot over a little,” I said as I started searching for my keys.

You slid into the seat beside me. “Why? Where are we going?”

“Somewhere I can get you completely alone,” I said. “If I only have a couple of hours with you I’m going to take you somewhere that I can enjoy every bit of you as much as I can.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vmlitm/reconnected