Reunion

(Edited to add: I wrote this post back in the spring, just after a trip to Europe. I suspended the posts about Patrick and I for while when everything blew up at the start of July. So.. this is, in point of fact, not new action.... but I should have some to tell you about soon!)

2 intercontinental flights

18 days.

19 long nights.

462 hours of frustration and longing and pent-up desire.

When Patrick arrived at my door the day after I returned home, neither of us were in the mood to be patient.

I had just spent a little more than two weeks with my husband. The man hadn't seen me in several months, and yet all I got as a welcome was a dry peck on the cheek and a most impersonal side hug. Nice. That set the tone for the entire vacation. No lovin' to be had. Nothing new there.

Patrick and I had stayed in touch via email throughout my trip. I sent him pictures every night without fail. He sent me pictures in return, and a constant stream of love and support that kept me sane.

I opened the door before he even hit the bottom step, a huge smile on my face. The moment he was inside, I threw myself into his arms. God, it felt good.

It felt like home.

He started walking me backwards toward the bedroom, his mouth devouring mine hungrily. We had the whole afternoon and intended to make the most of it. He had me naked and on my back in moments, his mouth traveling swiftly from my mouth to my breast, to my stomach, to my already wet pussy. I was already squirming with need, gasping with the intense pleasure of his heat and hands and tongue.

He licked at me, nibbled the insides of my thighs, used his fingers to spread me wide open and dove back in. I came hard with my hands clutched in his hair, my legs shaking, moaning his name while I struggled to control my breathing.

He'd been in the house 10 minutes.

When he lifted his head, he was smiling that little sexy, lop-sided grin that makes me insane with lust. He crawled up over me and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his mouth. I was incapable of forming a sentence, so I wrapped a leg around his hips and tugged. I wanted nothing more than his gorgeous, hard cock inside me. He grinned down at me and acquiesced.

Our eyes were locked on each other's as he s-l-o-w-l-y slid into me. Goosebumps leapt up my belly and chest as I shivered with the intensity. He braced himself on his forearms, his hands buried in my hair, cradling my head, held my gaze and flexed his hips, sinking even deeper while I writhed beneath him trying to get closer yet. He drew back, his indrawn breath hissing, and then stroked back in, smiling again at my groan of pleasure. He lowered his head, bent to his work, setting a languid pace, the urgency slightly mellowed now that we were skin on skin.

'I missed you, Gypsy Girl.' I giggled up at him. Gypsy Girl was an in-joke, something he had called me while I was away, traipsing around Europe.

'How much did you miss me?' He answered by drawing up one knee and thrusting harder. The goosebumps sprang up again. He lowered his head and nuzzled into my neck, rubbing his cheek against my skin like a cat, driving into me more forcefully now.

My fingers tightened on his skin, drawing him hard against me. I could feel my orgasm like a tightening coil, deep in my belly, winding me tighter and tighter, making my breath come short. Patrick set his forehead hard against mine, his eyes a blue blur before mine, his hands tightening in my hair, our bodies moving together urgently.

I opened my mouth to cry out and he covered it with his own, kissing me through an intense orgasm, stopping only when it triggered his own. We shuddered together, clinging to each other, smiling like fools, rolling to our sides, still connected intimately.

Patrick lifted his head to look into my eyes.

'A lot. I missed you a lot.' I grinned at him.

'Show me.'

He chuckled and brought his palm down on my ass in a playful slap, and spent the next three hours doing just that.