He kissed me. Again. Out of nowhere, he kissed me. A deep, sensuous kiss, powerful, and making fireworks go off inside of my head. His hands ran through my hair, tickling my senses further.

The strangest thing of all, was that I was responding. Automatically, my body took over, feeling his back, my tongue interlocking with his. Everything inside me was ignited with need. Pure, powerful need. It'd bee so long since I let a man this close to me, and that half-decade of abstinence was now built up inside me and hungry to escape.

The kiss broke, his face still so very close to mine. "I want you, Noelle. I want you right here beside me. I wanted all of this not for me, but for you. For us."

He pulled me close, his body now pressed against mine.

"Tell me you want me. Tell me you want me, and I'll take you right here, right now."

My mouth was moving. I was still so conflicted, but being so near him like this, it was driving me mad. "Take me, Bruce. Take me right now before I change my mind."

"Gladly," he said, before his hands circled around me, grabbed my ass, and lifted me off the ground. He used his power to carry me over to his massive bed, and planted me onto it. Kissing me, his hands were almost tearing into my blouse, undoing button by button with amazing urgency. Feeling his hand follow it down, the nostalgia that it invoked was so strong. How I remember that I wanted nothing more than his hands on me every night of my life.

I was yanking at the shirt he was wearing, and he tossed his arms up a moment to allow me to pull it off him, and see how he had changed in the years we were apart. Just as delectable as he ever was, I feeling his hot body under my fingers, running down his spine, clawing at him with my nails. God, I wanted this to be mine again. For it to be mine always.

He too was possessed by need. His hands on my breasts, pulling at my bra. I reached around, undid the clip to let him have it, wanting them to be as free as he did. Palms against nipples, rolling them, tickling me, letting that electricity shoot through me with every little movement. I felt his arms, his firm, strong muscles, and went down to his hips, his basketball shorts, and urged them down to reveal the boxer briefs that were below.

Shuffling, we kicked off our shoes, and I unhooked my skirt. It wasn't long until we were both nearly completely nude, short of thin fabric covering both of our sexes. He was on top of me, his presence so overpowering, so overwhelming, making me yearn for more and more. I even felt his cock through the two layers, and there was nothing more that I wanted to experience than that again. It had been six long years, and despite it all, I had revisited the memory of Bruce inside me so many times. It was the only way I could ever reach orgasm, letting fantasy turn to memory.

I knew there was no man on this planet meant for me more than him. Kisses, making out, we were devouring each other, exploring each other. I had relearned all of the little changes his body had made over the years, and I was certain he was doing the same. He spoke, his warm breath rushing past my ear, tickling it, exciting me a little more with sensations and words. "You're so damn beautiful, Noelle. God, I don't want to lose you again. I'd give up everything for you."

His words were music to my ears, and his petting of my clit was a hell of a followup. He was teasing me, but the need inside of me was so intense, so strong, that foreplay wasn't what I wanted. It was odd that I would potentially turn down him doing as he usually did, but all the time without him made what I wanted clear. "Show me how much you want me, Bruce. Fuck me. Now."

"Cutting straight to it, huh?" He didn't protest, pulling my panties down my legs, and I lifted them to help him along, letting him toss them wherever. I too reached down and tugged at his underwear and he did right as I suggested and freed himself from them as well. Glancing down at him, I was reminded of how much I loved his cock. How much I relished sucking it, jerking it, pleasing it. How much I loved having it inside me.

Bruce was right on top of me, his rod igniting the fire inside me even more by rubbing against my clit. I hadn't touched any man besides him. I couldn't open myself up enough to allow anyone but him. That was six long years of celibacy, six long years where the only stimulation I faced was my fingers, and a toy here and there. All the while, I remembered Bruce. How much better he felt.

Absence, sometimes, makes the heart grow fonder. I realized that this was most definitely the case when it came to me and Bruce. I needed him so damn badly, and as he pushed himself all the way in, I felt needed, wanted, loved, feelings that had so often been foreign to me all this time.

The passion inside him was so clear, he was quickly setting a rhythm inside me, having a hand on top of my clit, rubbing me as he fucked me. My pleasure was his pleasure, he always told me. My moans as he did so were music to his ears. The intensity of what he was doing was quickly rising, my body getting what it yearned for after all this time. No matter how much I fantasized about Bruce, there was nothing like his bare, naked cock actually inside of me.

It flashed through my head that I was taking such a risk again, but only briefly. The surge of delight that rushed through me with every penetration overwrote that thought, telling me any risk was worth not stopping this train of lust. My legs were wrapping around him, urging him to fuck me deeper, my arms grabbing going around his neck.

Hearing him grunt and groan as my pussy latched onto his cock and drove him batty was music to my ears. I wanted to show him that my need for him was just as strong as his need for me.

A brief urging led us rolling over the bed, with me now on top of him. I immediately leaped into action, riding him, letting him massage my hips. Letting him grab my breasts, holding them firmly and letting his palms tickle me as they bounced with my fucking. It felt so damn good to have his erection slam into me, tease going too far. I knew there was such a thing as too far, but it truly felt like Bruce was the perfect size for me, so I could experience all of the pleasure and none of the pain.

I was shuddering, knowing that the rush of orgasm was now in my sights. Still, I kept up my effort, staying on top of him, trying to do my part. Grinding at him, bouncing on him, trying to resist the orgasm, knowing that the longer I held off, the greater it would be.

He was hoisting me up and slamming me back down on his cock, challenging me to keep myself together. Rubbing my nub still, out to make me cum. Make me quiver, and make me milk his cock dry. This blissful competition drove us both, and I was barely holding myself together on top of him, my hands pressed against his flat, firm abs.

Bruce apparently didn't think I was fucking him fast enough for his liking, taking over and rolling us again, putting himself back on top. He was swift to keep fucking me like a jackhammer, going deeper, harder, making the bliss rumble through me at an even more intense rate. He hooked his arms under my knees and folded me up, my legs damn near over my head. It was odd, but I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted everything. So much, so fast, I was right at the precipice and I welcomed going over that final cliff.

His eyes met mine as I sing out in ecstasy, watching me as he wracked me with pleasure. My eyes rolled back, my toes curled and that was the last thing before I just couldn't take anymore. The explosion inside me rippled through everything, making me toss and turn in ecstacy as orgasm pounded me again and again, washing over all of my being as I called out for my lover, my soulmate, my Bruce.

Down into my core, feeling my body yearn for him too. Grabbing his cock, urging him, milking him, telling him to give me everything. My body didn't care that it was a risk, that in my current situation that I wasn't ready for the potential consequences. It only knew one thing, and the ecstasy I was feeling was my reward for indulging it. Bruce groaned, and planted himself deeper inside of me, and then my instincts got exactly what they desired.

That powerful surge of cum rushing out of him, his balls pulsing and unloading into my vulnerable body. I regretted that this was only the second time in my life that I had known such incredible bliss. Feeling his release made the smile on my face even wider.

The pounding of orgasm, the pounding of arousal started to fade, and I slowly began to realize just exactly what I had done. The man who I never wanted to see again had filled me to the brim with his cum. I had fucked him again, and I was happy and smiling about it.

"God you're so beautiful after I make you orgasm," he said, still inside me. "The glow is so pronounced. I want to make you cum again and again Noelle. Don't run away from me. Never again."

He breathed deeply, before finally departing me and laying beside me on his king-sized bed. Appropriate, because as he pulled me closer, he made me feel like a queen.

"That was wonderful," I said to him, enjoying that I could lay my face on his smooth chest again after all these years. "Can't believe I did that again."

"Shit," he muttered. "I came in you, didn't I?"

I nodded. "It's fine. We were both caught up in the moment. It's forgivable."

"Are you still not on anything?"

"No. It's fine. Trust me. I liked it. Don't feel bad about anything we just did, Bruce."

"Maybe you should get on something. I want you back in my life, Noelle. I mean it. I missed you so damn much. You're the only woman for me, and I'm never letting you go again."

I'd laughed in the years since we split. I've smiled. Here and there, there were tiny moments of happiness, yes. This was different though. There was something so calming about being here with him. Like happiness on a whole new level. Contentment was a term that could be used, I supposed, but it felt like something so much more intense than that word implied.

Bruce was the only one to really inspire this feeling in me. Maybe this was what love actually was.

He pulled me closer, and I could hear him quietly snore. After everything that happened, I thought he had the right idea, and I slowly followed him into his dreams.