“You have no idea how much I’ve missed that little guy,” she says standing up and pulling her vest top over her head.
“Less of the little, he’ll hear you.” I narrow my eyes at her as we both strip ourselves until we stand naked in front of each other.
“Ooh someone’s been working out,” Zara croons as she takes a slow step towards me.
“Back at you. You look fucking incredible.”
“Pole dancing classes.”
The thought of her pole dancing has an extra rush of blood hitting my groin. “Ugh you’re killing me. Get your hot ass over here.”
She saunters towards me, poking my chest with a finger and pushing me towards the bed. I sit when my legs hit the wooden frame, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her down onto my lap. She presses her warm, smooth body close to me, her long legs straddling either side of my thighs. I caress her body, down her sides, her waist, her beautiful hips, and I’m rewarded with a roll of her hips against my shaft. She moans and throws her head back and her hair skims my knees. I’m drowning in the sensation of her rubbing her clit against me, getting herself off on me. It’s a beautiful sight. A sight I’ve sorely missed. I hadn’t realised how much it hurt not being with her until now. I take a deep stuttering breath.
Zara snaps her head up. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, I’ve missed you that’s all.” I move a stray lock of hair from her cheek. “I want this to be different.”
“Me too. Let’s go exploring.”