What It Takes

Cheese Cake

"Steven. We can't do this. The song- it's beautiful, but I-" I had trouble finishing my sentence because I was overcome with emotion. I started moving to grab my bag, shoving my things inside.

"Janie, please-" Steven began, but I cut him off.

"Steven. I don't think-..." I stopped myself. "It's time for us to go." I finished.

I slid on my high heels and made it to the bedroom door. I placed my hand on the door knob and took a deep breath.

"Goodbye, Steven." I said. 

I held my breath now, with my back to the door, as he came up to me. He pulled me into a tight embrace and ran his fingertips up my spine. A shiver radiated through my body and everything south of my waist clenched. 

I grabbed his hand to keep him from going further, but he rested it on my neck, using his other hand to undo the belt on my overcoat. The coat fell open in the front exposing me completely. He pushed it off my shoulders in one fluid motion. It hit the floor and pooled around my feet.

He was everywhere at once, pushing me up against the bedroom door. He kissed my neck feverishly, grabbing at my bare backside, and pushing his whole body against my breasts. I reached for the top of his shirt and pulled hard, sending buttons flying and clattering to the floor. I did the same to his pants, which slid right down.

He met my lips now, and our tongues intertwined. The familiar taste of his mouth on mine was welcomed nostalgia. I grabbed for him and freed his member, doing the only thing I knew. I got down on my knees and did something I haven't done in six long years. 

After a few minutes, he pulled me up off the ground and pushed me onto our bed. The same bed where this had occurred so many times before. I was immediately bombarded by kiss after kiss, allowing Steven to take the lead. 

It was hard and full of desire, with each stroke radiating through me like a bolt of lightening. He tortured me fast and furiously, but he wouldn't let me finish. I begged him.

"Steven, please."

It wasn't long before I felt him push himself into me, and I couldn't help but cry out.

"Ohhhhhh Steven." I whined. 

I had missed this so much. The smell of him. The taste of him. The feeling of him inside me. He started to move, just as quick and intense as we started. I matched him thrust for thrust, but he would quicken the pace and then slow way down. I had a hard time controlling myself, and he knew exactly what to do to keep me going.

"please, just do it daddy, do it, do it, your driving me crazy"

"God, I've missed you, Janie. I love you so much." he said, losing himself in me.

I couldn't climb any higher, and I felt myself spiraling out of control. I felt every muscle in my body let go, and I cried out. Climaxing simultaneously. 

I curled myself up on the bed. It was so intense that I couldn't help but cry. 

Six years. Six whole years I had missed this. I was a mess of tears, sweat, and sex, but it seemed like this is how Steven liked me best. 

"Come here, baby." I felt him lift me as if I weighed nothing. He pulled me into his arms and held me for what felt like hours.

We just sat in this comfortable silence, our bodies fulfilling all of the untapped chemistry that lingered high in the air.

"Janie?" Steven questioned as he kissed my hair.

"Hmm?" I answered, trying to keep my tired eyes open.