Just Friends: The Sequel.

Part II: Chapter Fifteen

 We don't even make it up the driveway before I snake my arms around her waist and lift her up to straddle me. Her thighs are gripping tightly around my torso, her fingertips gently tugging at the ends of my hair. I press my lips to hers, and I'm fumbling around in my pocket to grab the house key as she begins to laugh.

A part of me is telling me to not get my hopes up about this. It's probably a dream. I'm more than likely going to wake up back in my bed like I have many of times before and be alone, just an empty spot in the sheets beside me, but her kiss is addictive. I couldn't pull myself away from this even if I wanted to.

It's completely silent in the house, just the faint ticking of the clock from the dining room being heard as I push her back up against the front door to shut it. I'm tightly running my fingers up her sides, attaching my lips to her neck. I keep leaving little bites up it, stopping to nibble a little bit on her earlobe.

"My god..." Reina laughs in disbelief, closing her eyes in bliss. There's a smile on her face, the corners of her lips twitching from how incredible this feels.

"Don't talk." I mumble and slide my shoes off. With one hand I keep her hoisted on my waist, and with the other I take the chucks off of her feet and toss them onto the hardwood floor before I begin to walk towards the living room.

I tug the sweatshirt of mine that's on her body off of her and toss it on the ground, pausing for a second to stare at her in her bra. I'm licking my lip without realizing, because for a second I honestly forgot what she looked like this past year. The way her hip bones are slightly noticeable, the way her stomach kind of dips in by her belly button, the arch of her back, how that belly button ring is glimmering against her tan skin. I can't even believe that I ever scored her years ago, let alone now.

Reaching my hand up, I pull off the white beater that's on me and begin to feel self-conscious when her eyes look over me. It's a look that tells me that I'm hers, one that I haven't seen in so long.

She brings her fingertips to run over the tattoos on my chest, tracing every single one like she's forgotten what they looked like. She moves them to my arms and traces those as well, and all I can do is let out a sigh and lean into her touch. We haven't been in here together since she walked out on me with the pictures. This was something I only dreamed would ever happen again.

"Fuck." I groan, sitting down with her onto the couch. "I can't make it into that bedroom Reina."

I attach my lips with hers after I hear her laugh and tug down those leggings for the second time tonight, my hand immediately gripping onto her ass. I'm tracing the outline of her thong as she takes off her bra, and then I kiss down her shoulders, which I know drives her crazy. I still remember each and every spot of hers. They're always going to be embedded into my memory.

I try to push her down onto the couch, but she surprises me and pushes me back so that I remain sitting. She instructs me to take off my sweatpants and my briefs, which I do without question, and when she eases herself down onto me I grip onto the cushions to try and control myself. I let one hand of mine remain on her ass to guide her, the other moving her hair over her shoulder so that it falls elegantly down her back.

Bringing her lips close to my ear she whispers, "You've done more than enough for me. I think it's time I begin to make it up to you, hm?"

She continues to ride me, the feeling leaving me speechless. I'm in a dream. I swear I'm in a dream, but this is all too realistic to be a dream. The stare she's giving me is in complete lust, and all my body is allowing me to do is gaze at her. The way her breasts haven't changed, the way her collarbone is starting to get a little bit of sweat, the way her lips move as she moans, the way she's calling out my name.