Tyson had only meant to stop her so that he could thank her. He hadn’t intended for her to end up in his arms, his hands clutching her shapely waist, her emerald eyes searching his for something––anything. However, when she touched him, placing her hands on his chest, it felt as though she were branding him. When she licked her lips, Tyson lost all sense of his surroundings. He forgot all about the hell he’d been through in the last few weeks. All he knew was that Violet was back in his arms, and he wanted desperately to lose himself in her softness. He wanted her. No...he needed her.

Leaning down, his lips hovered just a fraction above hers for a moment before their lips finally connected. Violet moaned softly, surrendering to his touch. The softness and warmth of her lips were  intoxicating. Deepening the kiss, Tyson teased her lips apart with his tongue, pulling her body flush against his. Her hands moved up to encircle his neck, burying her fingers in his tousled hair. Instinctively, Tyson’s hands slid down to cup her shapely behind, pulling her closer, allowing her to feel his arousal.

Realizing what was about to happen, he pulled away, his eyes sweeping her flushed face before he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You’d best run off to bed, darlin’, before we both do something we’d regret,” Tyson growled huskily as he gently pushed her away.

Turning, Tyson placed his hands on the counter before taking a few deep breaths. He tried desperately to think of something, anything, to help diminish the erection straining painfully against his denim jeans. To be honest, he had expected her to run to safety, to get away as fast as she could. What he didn’t expect was for her to slip her arms around his waist and hold onto him, as if her life depended upon it. This was dangerous territory––for both of them.

Violet hesitantly released her grasp as he turned to face her. What he found was her, staring at him, with that look on her face––the one that always drove him wild; the one that led them to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss.

Grabbing his shirt, she pulled him toward her, her hands sliding under the fabric and tracing his abs. He sucked in a deep breath as her fingers travelled lower, down his stomach, stopping just above his jeans. With nimble fingers, she carefully undid his belt buckle. Moments later, their clothes were strewn across the floor.

“Ty, I need you. Now,” Violet purred, her lips working their way up his neck to nibble on his earlobe.

Tyson had never been able to resist her, and that fact had not changed, despite the years apart. He growled in acquiescence, scooping her up in his arms and carefully setting her down upon the kitchen table. Taking a couple of steps back, he took a moment to enjoy the view as the light from the lantern played over her body. Her curves were what he’d always loved about her. In the flickering light, he watched as her golden hair fell over her shoulders in waves, ending just above a generous pair of breasts. She is just as beautiful as I remember.

Reaching out, his fingers lightly teased her skin, running them up and down each side of the soft mounds of flesh. She moaned. Biting her lip as his fingers firmly squeezed a nipple, his mouth quickly descended upon the other. Not wasting any time, Tyson’s hand slid lower, finally reaching the juncture of her thighs. Hungrily, his lips claimed hers. Making his way back up, his hands gently parted her legs before sliding his fingers deep into her wetness.

Moaning loudly, Violet arched her back as Tyson nibbled his way down her body, licking a trail of fire to his ultimate destination.

Grabbing her hips, Tyson arched her body upward, gently teasing her before finally diving in to her sweetness. Violet cried out as Tyson’s mouth descended, his tongue swirling over her clit. Knowing her body like he did, even after all these years, his instincts told him that she was close to an orgasm. Not one to be denied, he dipped two fingers inside of her wetness, thrusting deeply, as he continued his oral assault upon her clit.

Violet tensed, her body balancing on the precipice just before wave after wave of pleasure sent her spiraling into ecstasy. Tyson relentlessly lapped up her juices as she came, trying to hold her still as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm.

By the time her body had stopped shuddering, Violet could barely breathe. It was obvious that we had forgotten how good this could be––how good we could be.

Sitting up, Violet pulled Tyson toward  her, desperate to taste herself on his lips. Kissing him, she ran her hands over his body before hooking her feet behind his legs, drawing him further into her. With one hand around his neck she used her other to slide down between them, encircling his arousal. Violet lightly, almost playfully, stroked him before carefully guiding him into her welcoming wetness. Wrapping her legs around his waist more tightly, she gave him even more access, taking him deeper inside herself.

Tyson gasped at the mere feeling. It had been so long. However, it wasn’t long before instinct kicked in and he was picking her up and setting her down upon the chair so she could straddle him. He watched her through heavy, lust-filled eyes, fondling her breasts as she rode him slowly, sensually. With his hands on her hips, he guided her, helping to support her.

Violet must have known he couldn’t last much longer as she began to move with more urgency, her nails digging into his shoulders, head thrown back. Sliding his hand down between their bodies, Tyson found her clit, rubbing it at a fevered pitch. The dueling sensations were enough to send Violet spiraling into another orgasm. The mere feeling of her wrapped around his shaft quickly triggered his own orgasm, as Violet collapsed against him. Her breath was ragged against his neck as she trembled from the force of their shared orgasms.

As reality came crashing back, neither of them wanted to move. Unfortunately, they both knew they couldn’t stay like that forever. After all, there was no such thing as forever anymore. Before he could say anything, Violet eased herself away from him, gathered her clothes, and left the kitchen without a word.