A Night in Rome (2)

The space shrunk, the air heavy with lust as we continued staring at each other. I didn't think I needed her until she was there in front of me, and suddenly she was the only thing I wanted anymore.

"Did you miss me?" she asked again, her voice husky as she placed a palm over my chest.

I stayed silent, and her hand slipped lower down my stomach, the skin of her fingers hot even through my white shirt. She traced a finger over my belt, diving lower, and I bared my teeth as she gripped my cock, already hard in my pants.

"Oh, I think you did," she whispered, her mouth hovering over mine.

Who was I kidding? I did miss her. I missed her every single day for the last ten years, wishing that I hadn't made the mistakes that led us to where we were right now.

I wished I had realized what I had when she was on my side. I wished I had appreciated how warm and soft she was with me, how comforting her cuddles were after a long day at work.

I wished I hadn't traded her loyalty to someone else's passion just because I couldn't grow up into a man worthy of her quick enough.

Words were stuck in my throat as I glared down at her face, and when I cupped her cheek in my palm, she leaned into the touch. Before the moment was lost, I brought my lips to hers.

She moaned into my mouth, rubbing her hand against the bulge in my pants, and I lost it. I wanted her all, and I wanted her now.

My hands found her ass, cupping it before I squeezed and lifted her up. She struggled to wrap her legs around me with her dress being so tight, and she laughed. I lowered her back to the floor.

"This dress was not created for a quick fuck in the bathroom." She chuckled, wrapping her arms over my neck.

"Did you wear it because you thought it was going to stop me?" I teased, running my hands down her thighs and gripping the hem of the dress. "That was a mistake."

I tugged the hem up, pulling the dress over her body and over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside us. Her chest was moving fast, with shallow breaths as she stood in front of me in her black lacy thong and a matching bra.

She was a vision.

I closed the distance between us, our bodies colliding, and this time when I cupped her ass and lifted her from the floor, her legs wrapped around me tightly.

Our lips slid from one kiss onto the next one, tongues wrapped together, and when she moaned again, my cock twitched. She tasted divine, and I wanted to taste her all.

Without breaking the kiss, I brought her over to the sink and sat her down gently. Her hands found the top button of my shirt, working quickly as she unbuttoned it.