Reconnection

The night felt different from the moment we stepped out. Something unspoken hovered between us, something I hadn’t felt in years. It had been so long since we’d been this close—not just physically, but emotionally. The distance between us had grown quietly over the years, like a slow drift we couldn’t stop. We hadn't made love in what felt like forever, and now, as we walked together, her hand in mine, I could feel that old fear creeping back.

Could I still please her? Would I remember how to touch her in the way she liked? Could I even get hard enough to make this happen? These thoughts weighed heavy, but I tried to shake them off, tried to focus on the warmth of her hand in mine and the gentle buzz from the wine we had shared.

She had dressed beautifully tonight, wearing that loose fitting blouse that revealed just enough of the black lace bra underneath. I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off her all evening. Her breasts, perfectly framed by the lace, had always driven me wild. They were the first thing I’d noticed about her when we met, and I think maybe she knew that. She knew exactly how much I loved them, but tonight, she probably didn’t realize how much she was teasing me with every movement.

There was something else, too—a tension building between us. She had been distant lately, unsure if she was ready for this again. I knew she’d been getting lost in romance novels lately and I suspected they were stirring something inside her, even if she wasn’t sure she wanted to act on it. But tonight, I could sense a shift. The drinks, the music, the beauty of the show we saw—they had all worked together, putting us both in a mood we hadn’t shared in far too long.

By the time we entered the hotel room, the air between us was thick with anticipation. I could feel my pulse quicken as I closed the door behind us, knowing this moment was different. This wasn’t like the nights we spent lying next to each other in silence, too afraid to bridge the gap. This was something else. This was the night we might finally reconnect.

I started undressing, my hands trembling slightly as I peeled off my clothes. I kept my eyes on her, watching for any sign that she was feeling what I was. Her breath had quickened, her cheeks slightly flushed, but she stood there, waiting, not rushing me, pretending not to care.  She knew this was a delicate moment.

When I was down to my boxers, I stepped toward her, feeling the weight of the years between us pressing down on my chest. I was searching for courage.  And somehow, slowly, I reached for her blouse. She let me, her eyes closing as I did so.  I unbuttoned it slowly, each button revealing more of the black lace bra underneath, the one that framed her perfect breasts. My breath caught as I looked at her. She was everything I remembered, everything I had missed. For a moment, I almost didn’t want to take it off—she looked so beautiful like that, standing there in that lace.  But this wasn’t just about looking. This was about feeling. This was about finally reaching across the distance that had grown between us.

I moved behind her and gently unhooked her bra, letting it slip from her shoulders as a pressed my lips softly behind her ear and down the nape of her neck.   The air in the room was cool against her skin, and she shivered slightly as the lace fell away. Her body was just as I’d always remembered. I couldn’t resist—I turned her around to face me and knelt down, pressing my lips to her chest. The soft, intoxicating scent of her skin filled my senses, and I kissed her slowly, savoring every moment.

I took one of her nipples into my mouth, feeling her body respond to me.  By the time I moved to the other side, her other nipple was already stiff, a sign that her arousal was building. The soft, quiet sigh that escaped her lips told me I was doing something right.
Her breath hitched as I moved again to the other side.  I loved the way her body reacted to me, the way she gasped softly when I kissed her. She was always quiet, always careful not to make too much noise, but tonight, I could hear her, and it made me want her even more.

Her breathing grew heavier, and I could tell by the way her chest rose and fell that she was feeling it too. She was ready. And so was I, even though the doubts still gnawed at the back of my mind. But seeing her like this, vulnerable and open, made me push those doubts aside.

I kissed my way down her body, trailing my lips from her breasts to her stomach, feeling the way her skin trembled beneath me.  But I could tell she wasn’t ready to let go yet. This was still her decision.

When I reached her panties, I hesitated for a long moment, kissing her through the thin fabric. She let out another soft moan, and I knew we had now crossed a line we couldn’t go back from.  With steady hands, I slid her panties down her legs, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. She stepped out of them, and I knelt before her, taking in the sight of her—naked, beautiful, and finally mine again after all these years. I gently grasped her hips, holding her close, grounding myself in the moment.

I kissed her slit, feeling the heat radiating from her body. She wasn’t fully open yet, and for a brief moment, I wondered if this was even possible. After all this time, could we still do this? Could we still find that connection?

I let my fingers part her folds, carefully exploring her, feeling for any sign that she was ready. At first, I wasn’t sure, but then I noticed the darkness of a tear drop shaped opening at the bottom of her slit, and the faintest hint of moisture gathering there. It was enough to give me the courage to continue.

I stood up slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and I could see the conflict in her—desire mixed with doubt. She was still unsure, still not entirely convinced. But I wasn’t going to rush her.
“Is this okay?” I whispered softly, touching her cheek. She opened her eyes slowly, meeting my gaze. I could see the uncertainty there, the question in her eyes. But I could also see the want, the same need that had been building in me all night.  She allowed a barely audible “mmm-hmm” to escape her lips.

We moved toward the bed together, the tension between us thick but unspoken. I threw open the covers, revealing the crisp white sheets beneath. She climbed onto the bed slowly, still processing everything, still deciding if this was what she truly wanted. I could feel her hesitation, her doubt, and I was determined I wasn’t going to push. I wanted her to know this was okay—that we were in this together.

I slipped off my boxers, feeling the cool air hit my erect skin as I stood there, watching her. I climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her into my arms, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.  Her skin was soft, her breath steady, but I could feel her heartbeat quickening. She was nervous, just like I was, but she didn’t pull away. I kissed her softly at first, testing the waters, waiting for her to respond. And when she did—when she kissed me back with that same quiet intensity—I knew we were both ready.
“Lie back” she whispered as she pushed me gently onto the pillows and reached her leg across to straddle me, taking control of the moment. I watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved, her hardening  breasts brushing against my chest as she leaned forward. Her nipples, still hard, grazed my lips, and I released my hungry tongue to circle them.  Her moans were louder now, less restrained than they had ever been before, and it sent a jolt of desire through me.

She leaned into me, her hands on either side of my head, her hips moving slowly as she teased me. I could feel the heat radiating from her, and when she reached down to guide me to her, I was already so hard from the anticipation. She took me in her hand and slowly lowered herself onto  my hardness, both of us gasping at the sensation. I filled her inch by inch, feeling her warmth envelop me.

For a moment, she stayed still, adjusting to the sensation, letting us both savor the connection we had lost for so long. Then she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm that left me breathless. I let her set the pace, my hands gripping her waist as she took control.

She was wet, so incredibly wet, and as she moved, I could feel her confidence growing. Her soft moans filled the room, and her head tilted back, her lips parting in pleasure. I reached up, cupping her breasts, squeezing gently as she rode me, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

Her body, tight and warm, was wrapped around me, and I groaned in relief. It was like no time had passed, like we had found our way back to each other in this one perfect moment.

Her own soft moans joined mine and I could tell she was letting herself go, letting herself feel everything without holding back. She had always been so quiet before, but tonight, she let herself be heard. And it drove me wild.

Her breasts bounced gently with each movement, and I couldn’t resist reaching up to touch them again, feeling their familiar weight in my hands. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, responded to every touch, and I could feel her body tightening around me as I thrust deeper inside her.

I didn’t want it to end. I wanted this to last forever, but I could feel myself losing control. Her body was so warm, so wet, and as she moaned louder, her hips moving faster.
She was close, and I could feel myself getting there too, but I held on, trying to make it last. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her body trembled above me as she finally let go. She came with a cry, her body tightening around me, and I followed her over the edge, groaning as I released inside her. But she didn’t stop. She kept moving, riding me through her climax and into another, her body shuddering with pleasure as she found her release again and again, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

When it was finally over, we collapsed together, spent and satisfied. I held her close, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest against mine. No words were necessary. The years of distance had melted away, and in this moment, I knew we had found our way back to each other.   Then, in the softest voice, almost hesitant, she whispered, “Did you come?” Her question caught me off guard, but I kissed the top of her head, my hand still running through her hair as I whispered back, “Yes, I did.”  I felt her body relax even more, her smile brushing against my chest as she settled into me, taking in my scent.   We didn’t need to say anything else. The years of distance, the uncertainty and fear, had melted away.   She had been unsure, but now she knew. We both knew.