Reunion

I lay on the floor of the airport that April evening after the excitement and adrenaline had expired and turned into exaustion. He landed an hour ago, and everytime the door opened my pulse raced, but each time to be disappointed. My best friend had been holding my hand and videotaping my reaction for the past hour, starting from euphoira to boredom and anxiousness. An hour after I had first expected to be back in his arms, a place I haven't been for nine months, he finally walked through the door. He was as beautiful as he was the last time I had seen him, and I remained sprawled in the middle of the floor.
As he looked around for me, I shouted, "It took you long enough!" and he smiled and came towards me.
"For keeping me waiting, the least you can do is help me up," and he jumped on the opportunity.

The moment our hands touched, my life felt complete again. He had travel breath, but that didn't stop me from kissing him. Softly, testing the waters, and embracing as lovers and best friends in public. I introduced him to Beth, and they were delighted to see each other, but neither were as excited as me, to have the two most important people in my life in the same vicinity of each other, meeting for the first time, and understanding what I saw in the each of them.

After getting some proper food into his system, we had my friend drop us off at the hotel for the night and she stayed at a mutal friends house until morning.

We stood together in the hotel room, holding each other more intimately behind closed doors than we had allowed ourselves in public. We agreed to have a shower together, for the first time since the July before. I found his toothbrush in his suitcase and let myself into the bathroom. He was already in the shower, and I didn't blame him. He had been in an airplane and in transit for over 30 hours. I stripped off and entered the shower behind him, soaking in the hot water and the sudsy shampoo already lathered in his hair. He turned around, and I stepped forward to hug him. We stood in the shower for several minutes, naked with hot water pouring down our bodies, just appreciating the other being there again. I helped him rinse the shampoo from his hair and I soaped up his back, remembering the contours and the feeling of his skin the moment before I would touch the next area.

I reached around his torso and began to soap up his chest from behind him. I took my time, sudsing him up, feeling his body tense from the sexual tension and at the same time relax from the heat of the shower and my embrace. I lightly caressed the soft hairs in his groin area and he tried thrusting into my hand, but I moved it away as soon as he tried, making him groan with disappointment.

"Darling... it's been nine months. I've missed you so much. I love you. Don't tease me like that."

"I'm just preparing you for when we get to that kingsized bed."

We made it out of the shower, both very aroused and towelled each other off, taking special care around each other's known erogenous zones. He watched out for the tattoos on my collar bone and hip and towelled them gently, not because they were healing, but I like to get tattoos in places where I like to be kissed, bitten, and generally loved.


We lay in that bed, side by side for a long time, just listening to each other breathe. His arm around me and my naked form curled up beside him, tracing circles around his torso with my finger tips. I trailed my hand down along his body, remembering the texture with the same clarity as if it had just been the day before we had last lain together. As I neared his nether regions, he took me by suprise and kissed me with force I hadn't expected from him. The shift of position led my hand right into his cock, where it stayed. Harder, bigger and longer than I had remembered it, I stroked it as I recovered from the shock of his agressive kiss, returning it in kind. I moved my way down his body, hand never leaving his penis until my mouth had replaced it. He didn't last very long with this new positon, but he quickly regained composure and was ready for round two by the time he had begun to move down my body to return the favour. As he rubbed his face against my pubic bone, he said, "God, I've missed you so much. I love you." and flicked his tongue out towards my clitoris. I lasted not much longer than he did, but my arousal still stayed strong.

I pinned him down on his back on the bed and I positioned myself above him. The breath was taken out of me as he slowly slid in to me, reawakening the feeling inside I hadn't felt in several months. As his Australian accent began to moan my name, I felt myself slipping back into the Euphoria I had experienced the moment he landed, and I began to cry with joy and love. He held me close as we gyrated into and against each other, both of us either at the breaking point or locked into a constant orgasm.

We made love all night.