Reunion

Ali gazed out the window, watching the retreating form of Greg. She sighed, bringing her eyes back to the man sitting across from her. Brett reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

"He gave you his room key, Ali. Use it."

"He's pissed at me, Brett." She laid her head dramatically on the table.

The two were at a reunion of sorts, as was Greg. The three of them and about a dozen others staying in the same hotel, had all been friends back in their college days. Ten years had past since most of them had seen each other, and so they decided to get together again. They made their own little reunion, reserving a block of rooms at a small hotel.

Brett and Ali had been good friends years earlier. And while they hadn't spoken in a decade, that friendship had remained. They had quickly fallen back into laughing and talking and hugging. It was this laughing and talking and hugging that Greg had seen, and had gotten upset about.

Just a couple hours before, Ali had realized she still felt very physically attracted to the other man. Greg was three years older than her, and had been her first. And suddenly here he was, still well built and incredibly sexy. And she could tell he felt the chemistry, too. Especially when he handed her his room key and gave her a standing invitation to come see him - even if just to talk.

And she'd planned on using it. Until now. She found herself feeling guilty that he'd seen her embracing Brett.

Brett chuckled at her dramatics and flicked her on the top of her head with his finger.

"Go see him."

Ali looked up with a scowl. "I'll think about it." Hugging her friend, she went out his patio door to the pool area, quickly crossing over to her own room. She sat on her bed for a few seconds, then paced the floor, then sat on the edge of the bed again. With a deep breath and another sigh, she decided to take the risk. Grabbing his room key, she slipped out the front door of her room.

Her hands were trembling as she stood in front of his door, the key card in position to be swiped. She tried working up the courage to unlock the door, to risk his anger, to risk him kicking her right back out the door.

Suddenly a hand was over hers, steadying it; a hot breath on her neck. She could feel the hard muscles of this thighs pressed against her. Greg didn't speak, simply helped her pull the key card through the slot, and opened the door, his other hand on her hip, gently guiding her into his room.

Ali was still trembling, but she wasn't sure if it was because his presence had startled her, or because she was afraid of him, or because she wanted him so desperately. But she didn't care to think about it. Instead, she turned just slightly in his arms, looking up into his eyes just as his lips came down on hers. His kiss was hard and passionate, his tongue pressing its way between her parted lips, his grip on her hip tightening. She returned his kiss just as feverishly, sucking his lower lip lightly between hers, her hand moving up to around his neck, pulling him down tighter against her kiss.

Greg groaned deep as she ground her hips against him. He stepped forward another step, then another, until Ali could feel the mattress against the back of her knees. He guided her back onto the bed, his lips not leaving hers. As soon as he had her laying, he worked quickly on the buttons of her blouse. His lips left hers, kissing and nipping across her jaw and down her neck.

Her breathing quickened as his mouth moved lower, across to one breast. He undid the front clasp of her bra effortlessly, his hands quickly replacing the thing garment. She writhed beneath him as he lazily rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. He smiled up at her, then clasped his mouth over the other nipple, his tongue swirling around it hungrily, his teeth grazing over her flesh. Ali whimpered. Greg's mouth moved to the other breast, repeating the torture, as Ali rocked against him. Finally pulling his mouth from her breasts, he began kissing down her stomach.

"No!" Ali cried out suddenly. Greg looked up at her confused. "I need you," she explained. When that didn't seem to clarify, she continued, "I need you inside me." her words came out slowly, on each breath. "Now," she added. Greg dipped his hand under her skirt, his fingers quickly moving to her hot need. A moan came from deep within him as he felt just how much she needed him.

"God, you're so wet," he spoke, slipping two fingers inside her. He kissed back up her chest and neck, finally claiming her lips once against as his fingers danced inside her. Her hips rocked faster and harder, grinding against his hand, her fingers scratching hard down his back as the pressure continued to build inside her.

He reached between them with his free hand, quickly undoing his jeans and pushing them down his hips. She helped him, then moved her hand to the front, helping free him. His cock was so hard. She stroked it, loving the hard steel feel of it, loving the way he gasped at her touch.

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and brought it quickly and roughly above her head, pinning it under his own hand. Reluctantly moving his fingers from inside her, he pushed her skirt up and moved between her legs. He claimed her lips yet again, kissing her hard as he thrust himself deep inside her in one smooth stroke. She cried out, meeting his thrust, kissing him back desperately.

He held himself there for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion, then slowly started sliding himself in and out of her, each movement tormenting and pleasing at the same time. She knew she was going to cum soon, could feel herself climbing higher. He felt it too, quickening his pace, pulling away from her lips so he could watch her.

She bit her lip, attempting to stifle the cry as she suddenly tipped over the edge, cumming hard and fast, her fingers grasping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The feel of her body suddenly clenching him, quivering around him, he too went over that edge.

He again held himself deep inside her, his fingers shaking as they stroked her cheek. She was still pulsing around him, her legs trembling against his. He rolled over, careful to stay in her, and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him.