There hadn’t been any goodbyes. Oh fuck, who cared how he knew? He noticed when she saw him, when their eyes met, and he felt himself blush. She had for years, off and on. It felt so damn’ good, so much more than what she’d thought it would be like… She bit his lip, and he shivered pleasurably, pressing in against her harder. His eyes were boring into hers, all she could see, and all she could feel was his cock thrusting inside her and his hands holding her against the wall of her bedroom, a place she had wanted him so many times before. He thought for a moment. They’d just have to make sure it wasn’t anything like this long again before the next time. ‘Oh, fuck,’ she said, and gave another high, drawn-out moan, tensing more for a moment and then relaxing her grip on his hand. So here he was, waiting outside the café. She moaned again as he put his hands on her hips, hooking his fingers into her underwear and pulling
