III. Embracing Passed Passions
Tracy's heart was racing while she dragged Ken back to his apartment, adrenaline flowing through her. Soon as they made it through the door, she pressed her lips against his setting the mood.
Ken responded by taking his strong hands pulling her body tightly against his. She could feel him pressing into her belly as their kisses grew more hotter, more desperately.
"Bedroom..." Ken said while he gripped her by her waist and picking her up, carrying her down the hall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Tracy nipped at his neck, drawing a small groan from him. She ground her pelvis against the bulge in his jeans, wanting--no, needing--that delicious friction.
They tumbled onto the bed in a wild clash of lips and roaming hands. Ken's takes his hands and softly and smoothly calloused up her bare thighs, bunching her skirt around her waist as he settled between her legs.
"You know I miss you, baby girl," rolling his hips to grind his denim-jeans pressing his self against her black lace panties.
Tracy arched into him with a moan. "Ken...I need you. Now."
Then clothing was flying everywhere while they shared, heated kisses all over each other. And then he was sinking into her remembrance heat.
"Ohhhh..." Tracy yelled out as Ken pulled her hair from behind. This was what she'd been missing, what she'd craved once again after all this time...