After four years, all it took was thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes for Serena and Darien to end up in a cubical of a woman's loo with Serena's skirt pushed up half-hazard around her hips with Darien's face between her legs.
At the sharp intake of breath Darien heard Serena draw in, he knew she was getting close to her climax. For a few moments he continued to glide his tongue along the sides of her center, but when her legs began to quiver slightly, he stopped to run his tongue over his lips, tasting her scent as he peppered kisses along the inside of her thighs. When he finally stood up, wiping his mouth, he stared into bright eyes that were absolutely ablaze with naked greed.
Serena returned Darien's gaze, smiling mischievously at the dark lust behind them. With little patience, she slipped her small hands behind the waist of his pants and began to hurriedly unbuckle his belt; pushing them down roughly, but just enough for her to put her hands around his erection. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted her up with one hand. As she urgently guided him in, he cupped her face to bring her into a kiss.
At the full press of his body against hers, her ragged breath hitched in her throat as she adjusted to him; and for a moment neither moved. He felt so good and after all those years her body had forgotten nothing about his touch. Slowly, she began to roll her hips against his.
Darien brought her lips back to his, rolling his tongue over hers as they began a tempered grind. When he drew back, locking eyes with her again, he marveled at how much he had missed her, how much he had missed what they were doing now.
Their pace was picking up, and it felt like a familiar dance that neither had forgotten. The muscles of her walls tightened and released around him in quick pulses as she pulled his hips forward, urging him further into her. It took every fiber of his will to keep from coming first.
Just like I remembered, he thought as he placed one hand over the top of the cubical steadying himself, while the other stroked her smooth thigh.
Serena grinded her hips harder against him, and arched her back, silently demanding him to bring her to her peak. Darien sought out the curve of her neck, to trace his lips along her jaw line. Inhaling the scent of her perfume he savored the motion of each deliberate, upward thrust.
When their movements became quickened and frantic, Serena grabbed his hand to cover her mouth just as her climax ripped through her body, forcing a muffled scream. A few seconds later, Darien's orgasm followed and he buried his face in her neck.