Steve's hands moved with deliberate hunger, cupping the full weight of Tonya's breasts—soft, and warm.
The pads of his fingers sank into her flesh as he kneaded them slowly, drawing out quiet gasps from her parted lips.
Behind her, he pressed forward, his arousal throbbing against the plush swell of her ass.
His cock pulsed as it nestled between the curves of her ass, trapped perfectly between them like the world had shaped her body just for this. The pressure, the slick friction, the way her body cradled him—it was all too much. And not enough.
"Damn it…" he muttered through clenched teeth, grinding slightly against her. Each motion only made him harder.
"Tonya…"
Inside, her mind spun.
'Don't do this…' her thoughts pleaded.
'You can't. You can't.' But the ache in her chest said otherwise. The yearning was too loud now, the memories too close.
'Who am I kidding?' she thought.
'I've missed this… I've missed him.'
