His heart beat rapidly as she passed him, his nostrils gathering in her scent. He followed, and quickly grabbed her from behind, sliding his hands around her tummy. He gently but firmly pulled her against him, kissing her hard. It wasn't right, she thought, but she didn't stop him...it had been so long.

Lunch would have to wait.

His breath was warm as his lips moved to her neck, nuzzling and kissing her. She leaned back, resting her head on his shoulder. His hands slowly traveled upwards, over her ribcage, to her breasts. The heat from his fingers roused her as they closed over and gently squeezed. She sighed...her hand reached up to lay on his cheek.

He turned her around, and tucked his finger beneath her chin, lifting it up. His lips softly touched hers...the kiss deepened, his tongue probing her mouth, tasting its pure sweetness. He pulled her in tight against him, her firm hard breasts pressed into his chest...her heart pounding.

Her kiss pleaded...she wanted him. His thoughts were the same as hers.

He released her chin, letting his hand wander down the front of her blouse...she moaned against his lips. He kissed her anxiously as he unbuttoned it, his hand shaking as it lightly grazed her skin. She trembled as the last button opened.

He moved his head and looked intensely into her eyes as he pushed the top away from her shoulders. He gave her a quick kiss, as his hands moved up behind her back to unhook her bra.

He continued to watch her...his fingers lightly trailed around from her back to her breasts. Each hand covered one...closing over them. His thumbs slowly and softly tracing over the nipples...her face flushed red. She had no will of her own, there was no turning back. He couldn't stop himself.

Lunch was all but forgotten.

She wanted to cover herself, yet at the same time, wanted him to touch every part of her. He kissed her lips once more then licked down to the nape of her neck with the tip of his tongue, and sucked on her skin. He reached her breasts and dropped to his knees...his hands still cupping them, gently squeezing. He moved closer to her. His head lowered...his lips covered a nipple and pulled it into his mouth. She held his head close. It aroused him to no end. Both of his hands slid around her waist and held her tight as he listened to her soft murmurs, and short irregular breaths.

Her fingers raveled in his hair as his hands stole lower, then up under the frayed cutoffs. He fondled her butt cheeks, and, at the same time, gently pinched her nipple with his lips.

His lips continued to tantalize her nipples as he unzipped her shorts. His mouth left a moist trail and made their way down. He stopped just above her mound and looked up at her as he pushed the shorts to the floor. She stepped out of them. He could smell her heat as he nestled his nose in close, as if searching for a hidden treasure. His hands grasped her butt cheeks harder.

His tongue slipped between her lips and then up and down, tasting, and sucking. The scent of her drove him wild...he licked all around that little bud, barely touching it. She lifted her leg over his shoulder, as he buried his face in the folds. She leaned back against the cupboard, weak-kneed and shaky, as he pressed in further, flicking his tongue back and forth, sliding it deep inside her. She pulled at his hair and moaned, tossing her hair.

He felt the first precious drops of her honey coat his tongue. Her nipples hardened more as her body quivered. Her knees collapsed but he grasped her tight as the her juices rushed out... his mouth craving all of it, drinking all of it.

As he slid his hands down to her legs, he licked a few lost drops that had trickled down her thigh. Small, wet kisses were left as his mouth traveled up her body, stopping to flick his tongue across her nipples. Then, his lips brushed hers.

Neither of them spoke as he stood up, reaching behind her, swiping the counter clean. The dishes clattered into the sink, as his powerful hands lifted her onto the counter. He quickly peeled his shirt off, unzipped his pants, and slipped them off. He discarded his boxers, her legs parting as he guided himself into her. With her legs clenched around him, he slid his hands under her and pulled her to him. He filled her, her wetness encircled him. He knew it has been a long time for both of them. He stroked slowly at first, back and forth in poetic rhythm.

She couldn't hold back the sounds that came from deep inside her as he thrust faster and harder. Her hair hung in damp strands, and covered her shoulders and the top of her breasts. She looked at him; his eyes closed, his body tensed, his muscles flexed. Droplets of sweat dribbled down his face and onto his chest as he reached his peak...she rose with him in a tumultuous explosion.

He hugged her to him, then carried her to the bathroom. They showered, still not saying anything, just letting their eyes and bodies express.

Each now thought to themselves that this was right...it was meant to happen.

Tired, but very ravenous, they went to the kitchen to make lunch. She liked the way this man ate. It seemed that he had a healthy appetite for food as well as other things, and she told him so. He laughed and changed the subject, asking about the bowling. Wednesday was still on she said, and she would pick him up in her car. He smiled and added that supper was included.

He left shortly after the meal, and as he entered his yard, he looked up the street, and shook his head, wondering if it all really happened.

She did the dishes and cleaned up...a warm rush washed over her...she couldn't wait to see him again.