Sweet Reunion (29 page)

Amanda stepped over to the counter to pour herself
more wine. Talking with her girlfriends about Justin, about how much she loved
him, and about how stupid it was to love him – yeah, that was a conversation
that required fortification of the fermented grape variety, for sure.

As she poured the wine, she gazed out of the window
and saw a sight that made her freeze. “Oh my God, no way!” she yelled angrily
as both the glass and the wine bottle slipped from her fingers and crashed to
the floor.

“Hey, those are expensive shoes,” Lauren pointed out
mildly.

“This has got to be about Justin,” Karina reasoned,
“If glasses and liquid are headed toward the ground around Amanda, then it must
be about Justin.”

Amanda was so focused on what she had seen out the
back window that she stepped over the wine bottle and stormed out the back door
without even hearing either Lauren or Karina's comments.

What she had seen was Justin, duffel bag slung over
his shoulder, getting ready to disappear again, and she was going to be damned
if she let that happen again without one hell of a fight.

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Amanda's eyes were fiery as she pushed Justin back
into the bunkhouse. “No! You are not going to just pack up your duffel bag and
take off without a word again! That is not going to happen, God damn it!”

Justin shook his head in exasperation. “What do you
want from me, Amanda? You ran out in the middle of the hottest kiss of my life,
and I'd be willing to bet yours too, because of your boyfriend, who you then
say you're going to break up with. But now I hear you saying that you wish I'd
never even come back here. What am I supposed to think that you want from me,
if not for me to just go?”

“You only heard a tiny part of that conversation. When
I said that I wished you'd never come back here, I was telling the girls what I
felt like I should be feeling, not what I actually feel. If you'd stuck around
to eavesdrop on the rest of the conversation – or, you know, asked me about it
like an adult rather than just skulking off like a kid with hurt feelings –
you'd know that I proceeded to explain that, even though I know that wishing
you hadn't come back and disrupted my peaceful, calm little life is how I
should feel, what I actually feel is the polar opposite of that!”

Justin smiled at this, “Really?”

Amanda stomped in frustration, “Yes, damn it, but
don't you dare smile! It's not cute, it's not funny!”

Justin smiled wider, “No, it's not funny or cute. But
you, on the other hand, are adorable when you are mad.”

Amanda let out an exasperated growl, “Listen to me!
This is serious. I cannot love someone who I can't trust to stick around
through the tough times, let alone through a misunderstanding!”

Tears pricked her eyes, “I don't think you understand
what it did to me when you left last time. I cried nonstop for weeks. I
couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I thought I would die. I cannot go through that
again. I can't do it.”

Justin dropped his bag on the floor. He walked over
and took her face in his hands, the change in his expression and demeanor
letting her know that he did, in fact, realize the seriousness of her words.
“Amanda,” he said solemnly, “I am so sorry I hurt you that way. You can't
imagine how sorry. And you're right, one hundred percent. I am going to stay, I
promise you that.

“When I was growing up, the only way I knew to survive
was to depend on myself and myself alone, to never get too attached to
anything, and to constantly comfort myself with the mantra that, if things got
too bad, I could just take off at a moment's notice. It is going to take me
some serious effort to get over that mindset. It's very deeply ingrained. But
if you want me here...if you want
me
...I promise you that I will leave
that idea behind, and I will stay. With you. Forever.”

Amanda, breathless, nodded. “Oh, yes. Justin, I want
that. More than anything I've ever wanted. I want you.”

With that, Amanda pressed her lips to Justin's and
began to passionately kiss him. In this very room, ten years before, she had
done much the same thing, and it had been the beginning of their downfall – but
this time Justin's eager response told her that the kiss was more than welcome.
She moaned as Justin's hands slid from her face to trace the lines of her body,
causing her to shudder with desire.

Justin drew back and looked at her. “Are you sure?” he
asked, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Amanda stepped back, and she saw disappointment flash
in his eyes. But then, rather than answer, she slipped the elegant black sheath
over her head, stepped out of her heels, and stood before him in only her bra
and panties. She took a moment to mentally thank her lucky stars that Karina and
Lauren had insisted that she invest in the sexy black lingerie. As she saw
Justin's eyes hungrily take in the sight of her scantily clad body before him,
she felt proud of what he was seeing, and the desire she saw in his eyes only
increased her own arousal.

Her silky golden hair, cascading down past her
shoulders to the where the mounds of her breasts crested out of the lace of her
bra cups, the pert buds of her nipples poking against the gossamer fabric, the
creamy expanse of her taut belly, which melted into the scalloped waistband of
her lacy panties. Her panties narrowed to tantalizing vee between her shapely
thighs, and her perfectly formed legs stretched all the way down to the ground.

She laughed and jumped into his arms, wrapping her
legs around his waist. She moved her lips until they rested up against his ear.
“Hell yes, this is what I want,” she whispered huskily, as she tangled her
fingers in his lush hair, “Make love to me. Right here. Right now. Please.”

Justin groaned and began kissing her throat as he
carried her to the bed and gently set her down on the edge of it. They began to
kiss again as Amanda frantically fumbled with the buttons of his plaid shirt
and pulled it off. She traced her fingers over his strong chest and moved her
mouth to his neck and began to suckle the soft skin there. She marveled at the
contrast between this lovely smooth skin of his that she was kissing and
licking, and the rough masculine contours that she was exploring with her
fingertips. How could one man be so many different things at once, and how
could she love every aspect of him with equal fiery devotion?

Justin leaned her back onto the bed, kissing her, and
then his mouth began to work its way down her neck and her chest. When his lips
reached the tops of her breasts, where the full mounds overflowed the lacy cups
of her bra, he placed a trail of tiny, sweet kisses along the edge where skin
met fabric.

He brought his hand up as he did this, cupping her
lace-clad breast in his warm palm, and began to tweak her nipple with his thumb
and forefinger through the lace, causing her to groan. She arched her back and
buried her fingers in his hair, begging him with her body to take her hard,
pointed nipple into his hot mouth.

He reached behind her and effortlessly unfastened her
bra, sliding it over her arms and tossing it aside. He turned his eyes to her
bared breasts and looked at them fully for the first time – her pale,
translucent skin, her pale pink areolae, and the darker rosy buttons of her
nipples rising up, hard, from the centers of those beautiful circles.

Amanda's breathing deepened under the heat of his
gaze, and he saw the skin of her chest and shoulders begin to flush with even
deeper arousal. He raised his head to look into her eyes, and without breaking
his gaze, she reached out and took his hands, guiding them to her breasts. He
felt their heaving peaks pressing against his palms with urgent need, and
leaned in to kiss her while he massaged them, delighting in feeling her groan
and wriggle with pleasure.

He marveled at the satisfaction he felt, the pride, at
being able to make Amanda feel these intense sensations. He hadn't yet given
even a thought to his own needs, hadn't yet been the recipient of even one
erotic caress at her hands, and yet this was by far already the most deeply
satisfying sexual encounter he had ever experienced.

It felt almost surreal. All the times in the past ten
years that he had fantasized about her, imagined touching her, kissing her,
licking her – it didn't hold a candle to the real thing.

“I can't believe this is actually happening,” he
gasped, “I've dreamt about this so many times, about what your skin would feel
like, about what you would taste like...”

She looked at him from under shyly hooded lids, “Do I
measure up to the fantasy?”

He groaned and kissed her, swirling his tongue around
inside her mouth, dueling with hers, then pulled back and said breathlessly,
“The fantasy could never hold a candle to you. You're spectacular.”

He lowered his head to her breasts and began to nibble
at her hard pink nipples, reveling in the way she moaned and writhed as his
lips and tongue did their work. He cupped her breasts from the bottom, each in
one palm. As he paid attention to each in turn, he would squeeze it to make her
nipple stand up to pert attention, making it even more sensitive as he flicked
it with the hard tip of  his tongue, swirled his soft tongue all around it, and
then finally took it into his mouth to suckle. When he sensed that the nipple
he was working on was losing sensitivity, he would move to the other, rotating
back and forth until she was moaning, squealing, and begging for him to move
forward.

He wondered if this was the difference between making
love and merely having sex. At that moment, he honestly felt that if all he
were able to do by the time it was said and done was please Amanda, that would
be enough for him to be happy. Hell, he thought, if that was the only thing he
was good for the rest of his life, he figured he could be contented with that.

Those thoughts, however, became a distant, fleeting
memory as he felt Amanda's light, bird-like touch at his waist, working at the
first button of his fly. As her fingers released his manhood button by button,
he knew that he absolutely needed to feel himself taken in by her hands and her
mouth, to sink himself deep inside of her. He knew he would not be satisfied
until he knew what it was to be completely and fully connected to her, engulfed
in her wetness, lost inside of her.

He felt her hand slip inside his now-undone jeans and
free his member, and shuddered with pleasure as her fingers closed gently yet
firmly around it. It was all he could do to hold himself above her, shivering
with pleasure, eyes firmly closed.

Amanda held her hand there, still, for a moment,
breathing rapidly in time with Justin's breaths, until Justin opened his eyes
to find her staring up at him. With their eyes locked in intensity, Amanda
started to slowly and silkily slide her hand up and down his shaft. Her body
seemed to react physically to the pleasure that she was giving him, matching
him shiver for shiver and groan for groan.

Finally, he could take it no longer. He stood up and
his hands slid down her waist and grasped the waistband of her sexy panties,
pulling them down her legs in one smooth movement. They joined her bra, tossed
into the corner, forgotten and unneeded.

Justin kicked off his shoes at the same moment that
Amanda succeeded in pulling down his jeans, and he slid his jeans and boxers
off together. He turned toward her, both of them completely naked, his erection
standing up full and hard. Her eyes widened at the full sight of him and she
gave a little gasp. “Oh, Justin, yes!” she breathed, as he lowered himself
toward her.

She spread her legs apart as she grasped his shaft to
guide him toward her opening.

“Are you ready?” he asked, breathlessly.

“Oh, God, I'm so ready,” she moaned, “I need you
inside me, now!”

He smiled wickedly, “Well, that's too bad,” he teased,
“You're just going to have to wait a little bit longer.”

With that, he began to languidly kiss and lick his way
down her stomach. His tongue trailed hot circles and swirls as he worked his
way down, taking his time. He lightly brushed his fingertips up and down her
sides as he kissed her belly, feeling her muscles thrum under his feather-light
touch. He also let them meander across her breasts, brushing small curlicues
into her tender flesh there that mirrored those he was making with his tongue
as he moved lower down her torso.

He lifted his head, then, and gently pressed her knees
apart, exposing her most tender  flesh, throbbing and glistening with arousal.
He took a moment to drink her in with his eyes, and appreciate how his gaze
made her squirm with even more intense pleasure.

“Do you like it?” she asked shyly.

His voice raw with emotion and erotic charge, he
answered, “It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

Her voice matching his husky tone, she playfully
replied, “Well, you should touch it then.”

He met her eyes, his mouth curving into that trademark
mischievous grin, and he said, “You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

She nodded quickly, unable to even speak at the
prospect of his fingers – and tongue –  exploring her every hot, wet fold.

His grin widened, “All in good time. Patience.”

He lowered his head to her inner thigh and started
planting tiny, light kisses there, leading up to her center, but never quite
arriving. As he did this, he returned to playing his fingers lightly across the
surface of her breasts, which were heaving with her deep and rapid breaths. His
thumb inadvertently brushed one of her hyper-sensitive nipples, and a cry tore
from her throat.

She desperately clamped her hands over his and moved
them to her breasts, pressing down hard. Her hips bucked up towards his mouth
and he decided that he had tortured her enough. His mouth descended on her,
completely covering her. He began to suck and lick at her sensitive button,
causing her to groan. As he stimulated her with his tongue, he was amazed to
feel her nipples grow even harder beneath his palms, a feat he would not have
thought was possible.