A Warm Reunion

Siri stretches out on the bed like she knows exactly what she's doing, pink lingerie riding up those thick curves while she waits. Marcus walks in, grabs her hand and plants a kiss like he wants to crawl right through her skin. They grin at each other, a whole year sitting in that look. He drops onto the mattress and drinks her in. No small talk, just the kind of stare that says this body still melts him. Siri doesn’t wait—slips closer until their mouths crash together, tongues meeting like they’re starving for the taste they forgot. Hands grab wherever they land, squeezing and sliding, impatient. Clothes come off in one careless rush, skin finally sliding against skin. Marcus kisses a path down her tits, her stomach, lower. She opens for him and his mouth settles on that wet heat like it never left. He eats slow then hard, lapping up those first warm drops while she moans, hips lifting for more. Feels like old flame with a very new flame still building underneath it.