In His Arms Again

I've been struggling with how much I miss my ex-girlfriend, even though we're both happy in our current relationships. Last night, I finally gave into the temptation and called her, telling her I was feeling lonely. She understood instantly and invited me over. We met at a quiet hotel room. As soon as she started touching me, I felt that spark again. Her hands slid down my chest, tracing the curves of my body before cupping my ass firmly. My cock was already hard against the fabric of my jeans. She pulled me in for a deep kiss and unbuttoned them slowly, her fingers brushing against me teasingly. Once I was free, she wrapped her hand around my length, stroking it firmly. I guided her to the bed, where we fell into each other with desperate need. The friction between us was intense; our bodies moved in perfect rhythm, skin sliding against skin, sweat mingling as we explored every inch of each other once more.