I found my soulmate, then lost him, then found and lost him all over again. Love and loss intertwined, seemingly forever. Throughout it all, our connection never faltered. The bond between us lingered, molasses-thick, deep, dark and oh so bittersweet. At some point, however, something changed—independently, we both decided to stop fighting it, stop running. If the world turned once again allowing our lives to intersect, we would never let go.
My breath catches, he’s here. The cocktail of emotions mixing inside me find their equilibrium—awed excitement—as I open the door. I’m uncertain as to how this will go, how will—
He kisses me and my mind abruptly empties of thought, blank. Well nearly blank, running through it now, through my whole body, is a stream of desire, scalding hot.
We reluctantly pull away; I have missed him.
I had better let him in. Some thought returns, and I stumble into my narrow hallway conscious of his gaze sweeping my body. Breathe!
‘Can I get you a drink?’
‘No, I’m ok, thanks.’
‘Ah, ok, come through, I was just cooking. I need to finish this. Hungry?’
‘Not for food, no.’
I forget to breathe again for a moment, but I maintain enough composure to turn the heat back up, a matching flush alighting my cheeks.
At first my breakfast bar separates us. When I chance a look, I know the heat in his eyes is mirrored in mine. I know he watches as I move around my kitchen, I feel his attention grazing my skin, almost a physical sensation. I try to concentrate on getting the meal finished as quickly as possible, I must stay focused.
And then I feel his fingers trickling up and down the base of my spine; he has closed the gap between us. My mind starts to cloud again. Shit! Focus girl! Although I want this, him, so badly.
But he has other ideas, his hands snaking their way under my top, his touch burning my skin. Reaching my shoulder blades, his fingers trace the line of my bra straps. Down, down, snick! I feel the release then weight of my breasts being freed. Ahhhh.
He cups them, gently at first, then his fingers close slightly, kneading a little whimper from me. Stir, stir, must keep st—.
He aligns his body with mine, holding me so close I can feel every hard inch. His breath caresses my neck, whispering past my ears, in turn. I tremble a little.
Vibrating with his touch as his hands now trace intricate patterns on the skin of my waist. His, at first, feather-like touch gradually fills with his need, now heavy, hot… hungry. ‘Do you want this?’ He asks hesitating slightly. My hand slows to a stop.
‘Yes, yes I do.’
Remembering the food still below me, I see I have somehow managed to finish it. I barely have time to turn the heat down and cover it before he guides me away from its simmering heat, his hands firmly gripping my hips.
My breath comes in hot, sharp pants, and his hands change tack again; there is an urgency to his movements now. Still behind me, his right hand finds itself at my throat, while his left moves down from my heavy breasts, descending over my stomach.
He ignores my button, fly and panties, driving his fingers straight into my wet darkness. ‘Uhnnnn,’ I half moan half sigh. So so wet.
I have missed these hands. Hands that had taken the time to learn my body, studying my reactions, taking note of what I liked—they remembered.
He growls through his kisses at my wetness, a low purring in my ear causing the hairs on my neck to stand erect. Feeling this shiver ripple through me he grasps my jaw, turning my face towards his. Our lips meet.
The tentative greeting earlier, nothing on the electricity flowing between us now. It is as if our lips completed some circuit, allowing pent up energy to flow again.
I have missed this mouth, his tongue at times so gentle, teasing, at others insistently exploring, claiming every inch.
My hands, now free, are also roaming, clutching at him, drawing him closer; however, they don’t get far. His button pops and I just manage to pull his zip down before his left hand grabs my wrists.
His right hand sweeps the counter clear then gently but firmly forces me down onto it. I am aware of the cool hardness against my cheek contrasting with the hot hardness of him grinding into me.
My hands pinned and my vision limited to my collection of teas, I only hear the soft thump of his trousers hitting the floor. Soon. A couple of moments later I realize that he must have undone mine too, at some point, as suddenly I feel cool air on the skin of my arse.
There is a pause, his hands withdraw, and I feel him move away from me. For a long moment I feel bereft and that bittersweet ache for him I know so well returns, but laced with, even sharpened by, my desire.
‘I have missed this,’ he murmurs. With a slap, his hands seize and squeeze my cheeks; I gasp, exquisite. I feel him part my buttocks a little, and I know.
Now. Gently, almost tentatively, he nudges the end of himself into me. ‘Y—‘. The word starts but is cut off as he moves his right hand to cover my mouth; it becomes a plaintive moan, breathed hard into his palm. Yes!
Gentle has been forgotten as he now urgently pushes into me. Although wet, I remain tight and that draws further moans from us both. My hands now brace against the counter top edge, holding me firm against his pounding. Over and over, each delicious inch of him fills every inch of me, claiming and reclaiming his territory.
I open my mouth slightly, sending a message, an invitation. He growls in response and slips first one then two fingers between my lips. I caress them with my tongue, moving my head just a little, matching the timing of his thrusts. We are in sync, resonating with the shared passion running through us.
His rhythm shifts and his fingers hook pulling at my right cheek. I gasp. He gets harder and faster.
Out of nowhere, the first wave of pleasure hits me. Running from the tingling sensation, down the back of my neck and then my spine. I shimmer with it, arching my back allowing him in deeper.
His hands both tense. The kneading of my breasts takes on a new edge, and the pull at my mouth intensifies. Still thrumming from my first crest, these subtle changes bring me again, harder.
His movements become erratic, and I hear his breath catch as he joins me. Wave after wave pass through us both. This time I feel them moving upwards. Starting with the contraction of his balls against my lips, the warmth of him filling me, then rippling up as each shudder reaches my crown.
Transcendent we both pant out our passion. Finally catching our breaths and re-entering reality. This...we have missed this.
A while later, I have tidied up and regained some of my composure. The glow of us, however, still rides my skin. The warmth in my cheeks, the lingering echoes of his touch. Smiling, I dish up the food.
‘Are you hungry now?’
Forty, and currently identifying as pansexual, sapiosexual, demisexual, a little kinky & polyamorous, Ana of PolyAna Says is just a happy hippy hedonist who enjoys celebrating the pleasures of life. Sex positivity and self-love are her JAM! By day Ana is also a freelancer and solo parent. Follow her on Instagram @anaeidherself