We were completely alone in the bar. He backed me up against the bar, crowding me in. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "I've missed the curves of your body. I missed your lips." He kissed me lightly and softly on the lips. I felt my heart rate pick up. His close proximity left goosebumps and tingles ripple throughout my whole body. He cupped my breast and pinched my nipples through the fabric of my shirt, "I've missed your full perky tits." He moved his hands down my body, cupping my ass, "I've missed this luscious round ass." I writhed and groaned against his body, which was leaned against me trapping me from escaping him. "Mike," I breathed. He smiled arrogantly and then...he cupped my mound, "I've missed this pussy, my pussy, so fucking much." I was paralyzed and my body was on fire. I shouldn't let him manhandle me this way. I shouldn't crave his touch after he left me with high and dry without a reason why or at least a goodbye, but fuck, I've missed him and everything we've had. "Zevah, tell me you no longer feel this pull between us. Tell me to leave you alone," he groaned. I was in capable of speaking. I wanted to tell him I no longer wanted him, but the words were caught in my throat. I whimpered causing him to get closer and grinding his hard cock against me.
"I know you want me, Zee, baby, just as much as I fucking want you." I somehow found my voice, "no."
"Liar'" he whispered and kissed me brutally on the lips forcing my lips to part. He savagely took my mouth plundering his tongue and took what he wanted leaving no crevice untouched. I was caught in a shit storm of emotions. Needs I long since buried surfaced like a tsunami wrecking havoc on my resolve and all I wanted at this very moment was to have him fill me. I wanted him to fuck me until I shattered into my a million tiny pieces.