Our mouths find each other with hunger, our teeth clinking and nipping, our tongues stroking, our lips bruising as we taste and kiss with reckless abandon. “It’s been three minutes,” I whisper, my inner muscles flexing with expectation. I rock my hips against him, seeking out his hard tip, lining it up with my body’s entrance, aching to feel him inside me again. He sinks deep with a single thrust and a moan. And the eerie silence in the cabin fills with the heady sounds of our long-awaited reunion.
