Once I grabbed her, everything came back. Every memory together. All the nights in bed, the mornings. The time on the back of my bike. The night we got married. Everything. I felt her pulse racing in her wrist, then when I pulled her to me, and her chest pressed into my body. She was on fire for me, just like she used to be. I knew she couldn’t forget me just like that. She felt what was between us. She couldn’t ignore it, just like I couldn’t. I used my free hand to stroke the side of her face, then pulled it closer to mine. She didn’t fight me. When I crushed my lips against hers, she didn’t fight that, either. I was hard in seconds, almost as soon as I felt her soft, firm, familiar lips under mine. It was like coming home—it sounded corny, but it was true. Like part of me was back. I held her face still, held her arm behind her back, felt her tits pressed against me. She whimpered when my tongue pried her mouth open.
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