You press your body into mine and kiss me again. The leather of your jacket is cool against my nipples. You shed it quickly when I shudder. Before your lips meet mine again, I lift your shirt over your head. You brace yourself on the wall and kiss me again, one hand cradling the dish of my neck.

"I missed you this time."

"And not last time?" I said, with an artifical puzzled look on my face. My fingers are already tugging at your trousers as I slide down the wall.

I bared your cock and kissed it. You let me lick and suck on it for a moment, then tilted my head upward a bit. I sat in front of you, with my head against the wall, mouth agape, waiting for what you craved. You traced my lips with your fingers, moistening them in my mouth.

"Is this mine?"

"I don't remember," I said, smugly.

"Let me remind you." You grabbed the base of my skull and fed your long, smooth cock into my open mouth. I pursed my lips around your cock and your thrusts increased. You worked every inch of it down my throat, almost patiently.

"It is mine isn't it, baby?" you moaned, rhetorically. You pinched my nose closed for a few seconds and you continued to fuck my face harder. You felt me start to twitch and my hands to come up from my sides, so you let go. Thrust after thrust and another pinch. You had me gasping for breath when you pulled me to my feet.

I took a breath and you led me to the cafe table at the far side of the room. You walked closely behind me, kissing and nibbling at my shoulders those few steps. You pushed me to my stomach on the table and lifted my skirt. You'd undress me carefully, removing my stockings later. This fuck was about possessing what you'd lusted after for these past weeks. It was to absolve and make up for the misunderstandings and frustrations that came between us while we were apart.

So, you leaned over me and entered me harshly. I cried out, as my body tried to recall the length of your cock. You stayed, hips pressed up against me for a moment. Then you rocked your hips against mine and your cock writhed inside me. You pivoted to thrust painfully again, barely receding from me as you pushed. From one side and then the other you slid into me.

The table began to creak and you thrusted harder, using the length of your cock to penetrate me. I moaned loudly, afraid I wouldn't be able to stand anymore from you. And, then I came. It was intense and violent, convulsing me. I curled into the table and my knees buckled briefly.

You held your cock still in me after a moment. You could feel my muscles cramping around your cock.