Reunited Hearts

I fidgeted with the hem of my dress at the airport arrivals gate, my stomach a swarm of butterflies. It had been six months since I’d last seen Mark in person. When I finally spotted him coming through the doors, tall and a little tired-looking but still so handsome, my heart skipped. I ran into his arms and he lifted me off my feet in a crushing hug. We stayed like that, laughing and kissing right there in public, too overjoyed to care who saw. The drive home was a blur of stolen glances and giddy laughter. The moment our apartment door closed behind us, Mark dropped his suitcase and pulled me into another kiss—this one deep and heated. "God, I missed you," he groaned against my lips. I felt tears of happiness in my eyes as I whispered back, "Show me." Clothes were shed in a trail down the hallway to our bedroom. My back hit the mattress with Mark above me, his hands already roaming as if to relearn every inch of me. I arched into his touch, tingling with anticipation. When he entered me at last, we both gasped at the familiar fit. We moved slowly at first, savoring the rediscovery of each other’s bodies. Soon, though, months of pent-up longing took over. Our pace quickened, hips meeting with desperate eagerness. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, urging him deeper, needing him closer. Every moan and whispered "I love you" fueled our passion higher. It wasn’t long before I was crying out his name, waves of pleasure crashing through me. Mark followed with a shuddering release, holding me as if afraid I'd disappear. After, we lay tangled in each other, foreheads touching. I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling that he was finally here. Neither of us could stop smiling. All the lonely nights apart were behind us now; our hearts were reunited, and nothing would keep us apart tonight.

by Hiro