Our lips met again for the first time since she left Seattle for good. It was electric, exactly what I’d been hoping for since I let her go. There were kisses and then there were kisses from Kitty, my one true love. We had a certain rhythm to how we kissed, and it clicked right back into place. We connected, lips sampling three or four times before she licked my upper lip. I slanted my mouth and opened, letting our tongues slide together, sucking back out. I pulled her body close to mine, dragging her into me. I forgot how good she tasted. There was a certain taste that was only hers.
I needed her warmth, even though the night was hot. I backed her up to the brick of the restaurant, cradling her head so it didn’t hit hard. I drove my knee between her legs to get closer, Kitty giving a shocked giggle into my mouth. I didn’t care who saw us. In fact, I’d be glad if someone got a picture of us. Then everyone would know she was mine again. Balance was restored in my universe. The years between our being together were generally good years, but there was always a Kitty-sized hole in every achievement, every milestone, and every single day that she wasn’t around.
We broke the kiss, Kitty looking up at me dazed and panting. I had an undeniable erection and had basically turned the streets of Manhattan into my personal den of debauchery.
“So you wanna go get ice cream?” And just like always, Kitty had me laughing.
We held hands walking back to my hotel. Kitty elected for us to go there since it was both closer and fancier.
“I think you still probably make more money than me,” she said with a wink. “I bet your place even has nice bathrobes and shit.”
“Guilty,” I admitted. “If you’re nice, I’ll even let you order a massage to the room.”
“Hmm, depends what nice means,” she said, looking mischievous. “If I were really a nice girl, I’d sleep in your bed and you’d sleep on the floor like a gentleman.”
I snapped my head to look at her. “I think you’ve been away from me too long. You forgot what nice means.”
“You’ll have to remind me, then,” she said casually, like she wasn’t inviting me to do all sorts of fun things to her. She knew she was driving me up the wall. Darkly, I wondered if she was this fun with Clark Sanders. I took a deep breath, mentally thanking my therapist for teaching me what to do with intrusive thoughts. “Are you going to be nice to me, though? I’m a respectable woman. I deserve to be treated like a princess.”
Oh, Kitty was playing games. She was waiting for me to bite. I saw an alleyway and pulled her into it, a delighted giggle escaping her. I grabbed her from behind and leaned against a building, pulling her back to my front as I growled in her ear.
“If you want to be treated like a princess, you’d better stop being such a spoiled brat,” I snarled. She was silent, gasping, waiting for me to go on. A wave of heat pulsed from her neck, where my lips hovered. “You love being a dirty, filthy little good girl for me. I bet you’ve thought about it since I’ve been gone.”
“Maybe sometimes,” she said, trying to sound airy but for once she sucked at acting. She couldn’t pretend to be nonchalant when she was the equivalent of a cat in heat.
I traced my fingers along the top of her jeans. “You know, good girls get rewarded,” I said, dipping my hand into her pants and under her panties, cupping her. She was completely drenched.“Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”
“Yes,” Kitty moaned. So I gave her the reward. I dipped a finger into her slit, coating it in her slick wetness and dragging it up over her clit.
“You’re fucking soaked for me, Birdy. Did you miss me?”
“So bad,” she sighed, moving her hips to beg for friction from my finger. The fringe benefit was that it made her ass grind against my cock, teasing me at the same time. I flicked the pad of my finger over her nerves. Kitty held my wrist to her stomach, pleading for more.
“Good girl,” I said, my finger moving faster. “That’s it, Birdy. Let me take care of you.”
“Guy,” she choked out desperately, strangled.
With one hand down her pants, the other held her to my front, caressing her shoulder and neck, cupping her breast. I pressed kisses behind her ear as she held on to my hips for dear life, her head resting on my shoulder.
“Guy, I’ve needed you,” she whimpered.
“I’m here now, sweetheart,” I said. “Let go for me, baby.”
Her hips moved furiously again, and she mewled, seeking her release. “Whose are you, Kitty?”
“Yours,” she cried out as I felt her pulse against my fingers.
“My perfect girl,” I cooed in her ear.
Kitty was mine again. At least for the weekend.
I removed my hand from her pants and slipped my wet finger into my mouth, sucking her taste off. I groaned. “I missed that taste, Birdy. You’ll always be my favorite.”
Kitty spun around in my arms, facing me and pulling me into a fierce hug. She shuddered as she held me, saying nothing. I stroked a hand over her hair, pinning her to me. Our energy was sexual and primal, but there were undercurrents of the longing and sadness we’d endured being apart for so long. It was spilling over for Kitty like it did for me during dinner.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered. “Thank you for coming to see me. It’s the best surprise. I guess I’m a little overwhelmed.”
Her bravado was gone, raw feelings laid bare in the dim light of the alley. She still trusted me enough to show me her most vulnerable self, and that felt nice. All I wanted was to make her feel how much I loved her, and how much I needed her back in my life. I rubbed my thumb over her cheekbone.
