My lips curl into a snarl as I climb onto your lap, my fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt before I rip it apart effortlessly, as if it were made of tissue paper. "I've been craving you," I hiss, my words a fervent whisper. My mouth traces a burning path across your skin, hands working feverishly to peel away your jeans. I grasp your throbbing shaft, my tongue flicking out to savor every inch as if I seek to devour you, swirling around the sensitive tip before taking you in completely, feeling the stretch and depth as I choke myself on your desire.

Your hands clutch my hair, dictating my movements. I feel your pulse throb against my tongue and hear your breath hitch as I glare up at you through slitted eyes. The taste of you is fucking infuriating, salty, and scorching on my lips as I take you deeper, hands digging into your thighs.

"Fuck," you rasp, hips bucking. "Just. Like. That."

I pull back, teeth scraping your length before I release you with a wet pop. My hand pumps you hard as I rise to crush my mouth to yours, making you taste yourself on my tongue.

"I need you inside me," I demand against your lips, tearing at my own jeans. You help me out of them, hands rough and desperate on my skin. Your fingers trace the edge of my panties before shoving them aside, finding me drenched.

"Soaking for me," you growl, voice thick with lust as you plunge two fingers inside me. I gasp, bucking into your touch, body remembering your every move.

I grind against your hand, starving for friction as your thumb circles my clit. "Please," I beg, shameless in my need. It's been too fucking long.

Suddenly, you flip me onto the couch, pinning me down. My panties are gone, and you're there, poised at my entrance, cock teasing me.

"Tell me how bad you want it," you order, eyes wild with lust, holding yourself just out of reach.

"I want you to FUCK ME senseless," I snarl, digging my nails into your shoulders, pulling you in.

You slam into me, filling me completely. I scream, back arching as my body stretches to take you. The sensation is overwhelming—that brutal blend of pleasure and pain that makes my toes curl.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," you groan against my neck, hips stilling for a moment as we both revel in the feeling of being connected again.

I lock my legs around your waist, urging you deeper. "Don't stop," I plead, grinding against you. "I need you to fuck me raw."

Your rhythm starts slow but escalates quickly, each thrust more ferocious than the last. The couch groans beneath us as you pound into me, hands gripping my hips, leaving marks I'll wear proudly tomorrow.

"Look at me," you command, and I force my eyes open. The ferocity in your gaze nearly undoes me as you continue to drive into me, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust.

I reach between us, rubbing my clit frantically. "I'm so close," I gasp, feeling the tension building.

You seize my wrists, pinning them above my head. "Not yet," you growl. "You'll come when I say so."

Your dominance sends a shiver through me. You slow your pace, each thrust now infuriatingly deep but agonizingly controlled. I whimper, straining against your grip, desperate for release.

"Please," I beg, voice raw with need. "I can't take it anymore."

A cruel smirk plays on your lips. "Soon," you promise, your hand sliding up my stomach, teasingly close. "But first... I want to hear you say it."

I moan in frustration, but I know you won't yield until I give in. "I... I missed you too," I finally gasped out.

Satisfaction flashes in your eyes as you raise your hand and smack my ass. The sting sends a wave of heat coursing through me. "Louder," you demand, delivering another smack.

"I missed you so fucking much!" I scream.

"That's better," you growl, rewarding me with a deep, brutal thrust that makes me see stars.

Your pace quickens again, relentless and punishing. You release my wrists to grip my thighs, spreading them wider, driving deeper. I claw at your back, nails drawing blood as I feel myself teetering on the edge.

"Now," you command, voice strained. "Come for me now."

My body obeys, convulsing around you as waves of pleasure crash through me. I scream your name, over and over like a curse as you continue to drive into me, prolonging my orgasm until I'm shaking and incoherent.

Only then do you let go, your rhythm faltering as you groan deeply against my neck, pulsing inside me.

We collapse together, sweat-slicked and panting. Your weight presses me into the couch cushions, a delicious anchor as aftershocks ripple through my body. I can feel you still twitching inside me, your breath hot against my neck.

"God, Bill," I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. My fingers trace lazy patterns across your shoulder blades, feeling the raised welts my nails left behind. "That was..."

"Overdue," you finish, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. You shift slightly but don't withdraw from me yet, both of us savoring the connection.

I laugh softly, wincing at the delicious soreness between my thighs. "Two weeks apart felt like an eternity."

Your eyes find mine, suddenly serious despite our tangled limbs and shared sweat. "Never again," you murmur. "Next business trip, you're coming with me."

I feel you finally slip out of me, and you reach for the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch, covering our cooling bodies. The apartment is quiet except for our gradually steadying breaths.

"I," I began, my voice a bit shaky after such an intense climax, "think that's a fantastic idea." I nuzzled into your chest, breathing in your familiar scent as you stroked my hair. The soft motion of your hand soothed me, chasing away the tension that had built up during our time apart.

You leaned in to kiss the top of my head, your lips lingering there for a moment. "Good," you said firmly, "because I meant it, Michelle. I can't do this long-distance relationship again."

I propped myself up on my elbow, studying your face. "Neither can I," I agreed, traces of vulnerability seeping into my voice. "I missed you so much, Bill."