The Affair

Chapter 28

As soon as we step into my apartment I drop the bags. On the taxi ride over I held her close to me, as if she might disappear. It feels strange, like a dream, for her to be standing in my apartment, even when it's empty the way it is. She said to take her home and for now this can be home.

The thought of waiting and talking doesn't appeal to me anymore. Now that we're here I can't stop myself. We stare at one another and begin to kiss, slowly and deeply, and she helps me to pull my damp shirt off. I take her shirt off, too, and can hardly to stand to look at her body. It's just the same, just as flawless and perfect as the last time we were together. She's not wearing a bra and I touch her, caress her, while she moans softly against my lips.

That sound... fuck. I've been so desperate to hear it again. I can't pick just one thing I've missed the most. I've missed it all equally, every part of her, every inch, every little thing. I lift her off of her feet with ease and carry her, moving quickly, until we're in the bedroom.

I sit her down on the bed and as I kick my shoes off she's taking her shorts off. I don't take my eyes off of her as I drop my pants and briefs, then climb on top of her. I can't breathe and neither can she. She touches my face, caresses it, and stares at me with an expression I remember quite well. Want. She wants this, me, for us to make love. Just as badly as I want it.

I feel as if I could burst into tears. All of that wondering if she loved me or missed me or even so much as cared for me has been put to rest. She did. She loves me. She's in my bed again, staring at me the same way she did the first time we were together, and all of the other innumerable times.

"Please, Benjamin..."

I kiss her as she continues to moan into my mouth and steady myself against her. She's wet and slippery, just as I knew she would be, just as she always was. When I begin to push, she gasps, and so do I. I hesitate for a moment, then move all at once, as far as I can get into her, and gasp again.

She winces and cries out, grabs my shoulders roughly, and buries her face against my neck.

"Oh, god," she whispers.

"Fuck," I rasp.

I hold myself in her warmth and kiss her deeply, slide my hands into her hair, and slowly begin to move. I can tell it hurts her and I think it must be because she's gone without sex for so long.

"Are you okay?"

She nods quickly and kisses me, begging me in the softest, sweetest voice to please continue. I focus intently on her eyes and the way she's trying to keep them open, but she's struggling to do so. It's too much for her the same way it is for me.

Deep inside of her, I'm exactly where I belong. I feel even more like I'm at home as I begin to make love to her. I roll my hips gently, stopping when I can't go any further, and pulling back. I do it repeatedly, moaning softly with her, already feeling that turning in my stomach and in my balls. I'm going to come quickly.

And so is she. I know her body so well, even after all this time, and can tell. She begins to shake as I begin to move faster, going from lovemaking to fucking her in an instant. Her chin is trembling, her face and neck are flushed red, and she's beginning to gasp for air.

She comes, throbbing lowly around my cock, and grabs for me. I'm pulled against her body and she bites my shoulder. It makes me wince, yet arouses me further, and I bury myself inside of her as roughly as I can manage. She's screaming, that scream I've longed to hear, that means she's being pleasured and can't fucking take it. I tell myself after this we can do it again and take our time, but we both just needed a good fuck to get us started.