Five minutes later, we are kissing passionately, our lips locked like we’ve been missing this. Her kiss is bold, powerful, shattering, needy, familiar, yet so arousing. 

Her hands are on my back, as I sit straddling her. She quickens her pace and unzips the dress from my back and slowly moves us, so she’s now hovering above me. Her eyes look so intense and her pupils are dilated. She rests her forehead on mine and blows out a shaky breath.

I lie on my side so I can help her take the dress of, and she slowly slides it down my hips. I undress her, and we both lay naked on the sofa.

She takes my hand and kisses my palm, with her eyes closed. She draws beautiful lines around my nipples, and slowly sucks my chest till it gets hot and stings just a bit. A hickey.

She traces her fingers around my body, like she knows what she’s doing, like she’s been making love to me all her life. She knows exactly what my body wants, and she gives that to me.

“I missed this.” She mutters, as I reach the throes of climax. She lies ontop of me, still catching her own breath.

I open my eyes. What did she mean, she missed that? I brush it off, people say all sorts of things when they’re in the mood.

“Are you hungry?” She whispers.

“For you.” I Flirt.

She laughs and rolls off the sofa, “I need to eat. Food. And I know you do too.” She wears her trousers and vest then goes to the kitchen 

Her lounge and kitchen are an open floor plan, so I lay on the couch naked, watching her.

She moves around the kitchen. I get turned on again, seeing her do that. As she’s cooking, the familiar smell of whatever she’s cooking hits my nostrils. It gets my stomach grumbling. 

I close my eyes, and suddenly another flashback or memory comes at me hard. I picture Luck cooking in the same kitchen she’s in now, while she’s wearing pajamas, I’m sitting by her, watching as she cooks, while I’m happily chatting.

I shake my head and look away from her. “Can I use your bathroom?” I ask

She nods. “Upstairs, second door on your left.”