I feel his hands with mine and slowly move up his arms, pinching every moment to make sure that it’s really him. When I get to his biceps, he flexes them, surprising me.

We both laugh and when our eyes meet again, I see a happiness in his that I haven’t seen in a long time. He tilts my head up to his and brings his lips as close as possible without actually touching mine.

I feel his breath on me and inhale the sweet aroma that is his scent.

Unable to make the moment last any longer, I push myself up and kiss him.

He kisses me back almost immediately, smiling slightly against my mouth. We kiss for a long time right there on the floor. I want to take it further, but I also want to just enjoy his lips for as long as possible.

His warm breath fills my mouth and our tongues intertwine and become one. I bury my hands in his hair and he runs his up and down my shirt.

After a few minutes of making out like teenagers, he slips his hand under my shirt. I straighten my back and kiss him harder. He reciprocates by gently lowering me onto the hardwood floor and draping his body over mine.

“I missed this,” I whisper.

“Me, too.”

We stay in the moment for a long time. Kissing and not kissing, more like nuzzling and just enjoying being with one another.

But after a little bit, the clothes that separate us start to get in the way. We discard them quickly and move to the bed.

He lies down on the sheets next to me and looks at my breasts. He runs his fingers up and down the outline of my curves and I revel in his six pack and his wide, broad shoulders.

He laughs when I pinch his butt and then climbs on top of me and flexes it when I grab it harder.

He grabs my thighs and opens them up.

He wraps them around his hips and I arch my back and pull him inside of me.

He looks at me for a long time and then kisses me again. His kiss is slow and moves in sync with his hips.

With each thrust, my body seems to open up a little more and welcome him in a little further. I run my hands up his back and dig my fingers into his flesh when I feel myself getting close.

He looks at me for a moment and I wait for him to say, “Tell me to stop,” those words that have echoed in my mind ever since the first time he had ever spoken them to me.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he puts his lips on mine and moans my name.