Why are we doing this?

We have all night

She moved slowly as she repositioned herself, straddling his lap. She sat back on his knees, biting her lip as she slid her hands under his tee shirt. She worked her hands over him slowly, running her fingers through the hair on his chest. He sat silently, transfixed by how deliberately she was touching him, afraid that if he spoke he'd say the wrong thing and make her reconsider everything. Eventually, she slid his shirt over his head and smiled a little a little, not meeting his eye as she stared openly at him.

He rested his hands on her calves, watching her study him. Finally, she leaned forward and kissed his neck, sucking and biting gently at his skin. He knew she was marking her territory, and he let out an involuntary moan, gripping her legs tightly as she worked her way down his chest. She heard his breathing get faster as she got lower, and she finally looked up at him. She hadn't seen that look in his eyes in ages, and she couldn't resist capturing his mouth with her own, sucking at his lower lip.

She gripped his hips tightly as she explored his mouth, letting him run his hands up her thighs and over her ass. He covered one of her hands with his own and tried to move it to where he wanted it, but she pulled away and tangled both of her hands in his hair, kissing him even harder. He let out a brief grunt of disappointment, but pulled her against him and returned the intensity of her kiss.

He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, trying to remove it, but she pulled back and shook her head.

She sat back on his knees again, now tugging at the waistband of his pants, yanking them down just enough to free him. She bit her bottom lip and stared at him for what felt like an eternity before she wrapped her hands around him, squeezing just enough.

She giggled a little as he jumped, continuing to touch him, teasing him gently. Without warning, she dropped to the floor, kneeling between his legs and flicking her tongue across the tip as she finished pulling his pants off. He thrust involuntarily, and she ran her tongue down his length, thrilled at how quickly he was responding to her.

"Jesus, Stevie," he whispered, throwing his head back and squeezing her shoulder.

"We have all night," she reminded him, standing to straddle him again before she playfully kissed his cheek. Slightly emboldened by his response, she pulled her shirt off, trying not to focus on how much her body had changed since the last time he'd seen her this way. He immediately reached around her and unhooked her bra, unapologetically staring at her breasts as he slid the straps down her arms and let her toss it to the side. She instinctively covered herself with her hands, and he immediately grabbed her wrists and moved her arms down to her sides.

She couldn't help but blush a little as she felt him devour her with his eyes, but she didn't try to stop him anymore. Convinced that she wouldn't hide from him, he released her wrists and grabbed her waist, forcing her body forward. He held her with one arm, his other hand finding her breast as he nipped at the peak then took it into his mouth.

"Oh, Lindsey," she breathed, her hands suddenly pressing his head into her chest, desperate to have him as close as he could get.

His free hand found its way to the juncture of her thighs, and he pulled back a little in surprise. "I can feel you through these," he said, stroking the moistened fabric.

"We've had what, seventeen years of foreplay?" She tried to make a joke, but she was still somewhat surprised by what he could do to her.

She stood and let him slide her leggings and panties down over her hips, and he stood with her, crushing her mouth with his. Her intent had been to torture him, to get him back for the months she'd agonized over staying away from him, but her resistance was completely gone. She felt his erection against her belly and grabbed it, relishing the moan he gave her in response.

"Bed," he said, his voice pleading. He lifted her off the ground, and her legs circled his waist easily. Gripping his neck with one arm, she used her free hand to guide him into her, causing his knees to buckle just as they reached the bed. She giggled as he collapsed on top of her, her legs forcing him further into her as she planted kisses all over his neck and chest, delighting in the agony and ecstasy expression on his face. He finally regained his composure and pinned her hands above her head, thrusting into her slowly, his eyes burning into hers. "I love you so much," he said, wiping a year from her cheek. She nodded and wiggled her hips, begging him for more, unable to speak. "Promise me this is it. That we're going to make this work."

"You've always been it."

Satisfied, he kissed her fiercely, continuing with slow deep thrusts until he couldn't take it anymore. He felt her release and fell beside her, circling his arms around her and kissing her face. He could feel her tears against his lips, and he kissed them away, still slightly overwhelmed, trying to catch his breath.

Why had he ever thought he'd be satisfied with anything less than her?