He left the pub, feet stumbling, though fully aware of where he was going. His mind slipped in and out of consciousness. Her face flashed across his mind every time he seemed to blink. Her flavorful lips were all that he craved-

It was the one thing better than alcohol.

Sweeter than death..

Biting his lip, with every step, he began to let himself go.

At the same time, at the house, she had begun to feel one of her mood swings of pleasure. Fumbling around with her hands and clothes, she began expressing her pleasure with the sounds she made coming from her lips. Long, loud and luscious, the girls moans were soon to become music to his ears.

The door opened.

The darkened silhouette of his figure stared down at the lovely long pair of legs that hung over the couch - toes curling ever so slightly. Her breathing could be heard where he stood causing an eruption of pent-up madness to appear.

Her gasp soon followed at the realization of his presence and quickly stood up. Their eyes meeting. The silence causing both their lips to be locked away between their pearly whites.

His vision screaming for some action as his hands tingled in anticipation. Taking a few slow steps forward, they became so close as he looked down at her face-to-face. The alcoholic scent he gave off was not very pleasing but was not the main focus of their senses at that moment as he suddenly pressed his forehead against hers, gripping her waist.

"Follow me."

His lips grazing hers before taking the first step away from her. Eyes still on her until he absolutely had to turn around.

To him, the stairs felt like an escalator - carrying his weight, feeling like he's floating. The next door was opened and there he stood waiting on her to come in.

After a moment of silence, there were steps that were more than familiar to him. Closing his eyes, he could already feel his body sizzling from those heated memories he shared with her from so long ago.

Every kiss..

Every touch...

He missed it all...

Once in sight, he pulled her body against his. His hands having no idea where to go or where to start first. This feeling he had for her could be related to being so hungry, being invited to a buffet and not knowing where to start first.

Ravenous..

His lips were the first to communicate what was needed from her before his hands also took the lead by pulling her by her shirt in order to come closer to him. Slipping those hands that were so influenced by those naughty thoughts underneath her shirt caused her to let out a small breath of pleasure into his mouth whilst going for what she wanted.

There was no need to take the time to get everything completely off. Their hunger wasn't focused on how clean the bone was, just what was being served next on the platter. A loose belt was all that she needed from him in order to feel complete.

Suddenly, he began to shush her causing her to slow down, then stop as he then sat down. Motioning for her to come to him, she soon found herself sitting on his lap hovering over what she wanted most. He was the one stopping her from going to town on him. Holding that sexily intense eye contact, he slowly began to lower her hips onto his pleasure bone.

Both of them sighing, their kisses soon began to get sloppy. Her moans only making him grow harder as she tried her best to fulfill her craving.

"Stop." He demanded.

Laying her down, he picked up the pace from there. Though, just before he had, he lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered to her, "Do you remember me?" Before she could answer, her opened mouth to answer turned into an open mouth to moan.

Burying his face into the crook of her neck, he continued to kiss her from there.  Her hands reaching up to grab his hair but was blocked by the hat, he tossed it aside and asked her again.

"Do you remember me?"

He proceeded to kiss her lips and soon began to bite them. Her legs tightening around his waist wanting to keep him there forever and never stop, he began to smile. The feeling was so familiar and he was glad that it was finally coming back to him.

It felt as if they had been going on for hours, though it hasn't been so. It was just the fact that they had never felt something this strong in a while. A deep connection expressed through deep connection was the perfect way to reveal who they were in each other's eyes - though he already knew.

Finishing up, he flipped onto his back and allowed her to finish their moment of expression. And just as he had begun to feel the climax of this nostalgic replay, she bent down into his ear and breathed, "Yes.

I remember you."

Immediately, he exploded into her creating a mess that neither of them cared about. Right now, all that mattered was exactly what she had said:

"I remember you."