She's so focused on trying to figure out what to do next that she doesn't feel him come up behind her until his arms are around her waist and his lips are on her neck…then comes the soft whisper of his words.

"How long has it been since someone's really touched you?"

Her legs begin to quiver as his words wash over her and she's transported to the last time they were together…the heat…the desperation and the passion. It's like their bodies knew it would be the last time before they did. His lips continue their ministrations delicately across her shoulder and up her neck. Then she feels it, his cock pressed against her ass and the small spark that was ignited is now a full blaze. "20 years…"

"I'm sorry."

"Me, too."

She turns hungry lips meeting his…desperate, that's not the right word. "Marty?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I want you inside me."

That's all he needs to hear. His fingers work to unbutton his jeans and free his cock of its constriction and as soon as they do her fingers wrap him in a delicious hold that almost sends him over the edge. "Condom?"

"Can't have any more kids and I'm clean. You?"

He makes a mental note to bring her comment back up later, but now there are other pressing matters at hand…"As a whistle."

Suddenly it's even hotter than before. Bare…not one single thing between them. The longer he's not inside her the more of a chance of embarrassing himself all over her kitchen.

He's moving slower than she'd like and with one perfectly executed moan of want, he's pulling down her running shorts and throwing them off to the side before his lips find the swell of one of her cheeks. "We can do that later. I need you inside me now, Marty. I need to feel you."

The strain in her voice doesn't get past him and if anything he picks up the pace double time, taking hold of his thick cock and running it through her heavenly wet folds before slipping inside her. "Fuuuck."

She lets out a moan in agreeance…this is gonna be over quick.

His hands find her hips as she leans over the counter and their rhythm is in sync as if they've never been apart. The feel of her pussy surrounding him, every single ridge gets more pleasurable as he slides in and out, going deeper each time with her encouragement. "You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about being inside you again."

Hearing the words from his lips is like an orgasm on their own. He's rendered her speechless with only one word able to escape…"Marty."

"Feeling you clench around my cock as I pump inside you."

"Fuck." She lets out a breathy moan just they're both sent toppling over the edge of the universe into sweet and earth-shattering bliss.

As the sound of rain tapping against the bedroom window fills the air around them, cerulean blues dance with mismatched chocolate orbs…he can't get enough of her. Fucking in the kitchen was like the first night they met, full of lust, but this…in her bed, drenched in sweat, curled up together, and out of breath after their bodies moved in desperate synchronicity…that's the burning love they've shared for over 20 years.

Bringing his hand out from under the covers, he delicately traces her cheek with his finger, memorizing every curve and blemish. How is this real? "Remember when got stuck in that rain storm on our hike?"

Her lip curls into a smile at the mention of their trip to the Northern Cascades. "How could I forget? You pushed me down into the mud."

"Push is a strong word."

"So what would you call your body ramming into mine and me falling in wet dirt?"

"Okay, so maybe I pushed you. But in my defense, I thought I saw a bear."

"Uh-huh."

"I thought you forgave me for that?"

"And I thought you said you'd make it up to me for the rest of our lives?"

"I was lacking for a few years, but I'm back on it now." His arm finds its way around her waist, pulling her body against his before his lips find hers.

"It's about time."

"Yeah, it is. But that's not what I was talking about. Do you remember what else happened that day?"

How could she forget? "It was the first time I told you I loved you."

"I never thought that day could be topped."

"I'm that good, huh?" A devilish grin curls at her lips as she wiggles her eyebrows earning her a smile from him.

"Better than good."

She giggles but quickly sobers at the thought that crosses her mind. In her heart, she knows what she wants, but what if he doesn't want the same? There's so much on the line here. Wanting something for herself hasn't been a priority for the last few years… personally wise. "So what does this mean for us?"

"It means I want you. I lost you once, Kens, and I'm not losing you again."

"I come with a 12-year-old."

"I'm not sure you noticed, baby, but I come with one as well."

"Ooof, two pre-teens, that's gonna be-"

"A nightmare." His forehead finds hers as he finishes her sentence. He'll do whatever it takes to make this work even if it means dealing with two unruly teenagers. They'll make it work this time. He's not sure he'll survive if they don't.

"I think we should wait to tell them."

The little tension that was building up in his body releases at her words. "Yeah, I was thinking the same. At least until Harper gets settled in more."

"We'll tell them when the time's right." Her palm finds his scruffy cheek, thumb moving back and forth across his skin, relaxing them both.

"So until then…"

"We sneak around."

"I like that idea."

"Like the time in the school library."

"Or the time at the restaurant."

"Or the time in that coffee shop."

"Which one?"

She squints trying to recollect the exact moment. Their college days were a little blurry…well some of them anyway. "Before Jack Johnson but after Medieval Times."

"How did we not get arrested?"

"I don't know, but we can always make it a challenge now."

His lips miss her mouth and go straight to her ear as he rolls her over on her back and cradles himself between her legs. "What'd you have in mind, Ms. Blye?"