He showed up at my door late, just out of the blue. we hadn’t talked in a while, but one look at him and i knew exactly why he was here. he slipped inside, and before i could even ask what he wanted, his lips were on mine, hands sliding up my body. i could feel his need, raw and intense, pressing hard against me, making me wet in seconds.

we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. he lifted me onto the kitchen counter, hands grabbing my thighs as he pushed them apart. i was already so ready for him, my body aching to be filled. he slipped his fingers inside me, feeling how wet i was, and grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. his other hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper in my ear, “you missed this, didn’t you?”

i gasped as he finally pushed himself deep inside, stretching me until i was nearly shaking. he didn’t hold back, thrusting hard, every movement making me moan louder. i could feel his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot that had me seeing stars.

“i’m gonna fill you up, over and over,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire, making me shiver. and he did—pumping load after hot load inside me until i was dripping, feeling the warmth spill down my thighs. we didn’t stop there, though. each time he finished, he’d tease me, rubbing himself against me until i was begging for him all over again.

when we were finally spent, both of us breathless and completely satisfied, he pulled me close, and i knew i’d be thinking about this night for a long, long time.