His beard had grown longer and was speckled with grey hairs. His skin was tan, his arms swollen with muscles from long days working outside. I got to look in his light blue eyes again. He looked back at me intently, a smile curling up on his lips.
“You’ve been gone so long I thought I’d never hear from you again.” I said.
He put his hand on the back of my neck and stared at me. I was determined not to cry but I felt the trembling of my eyes and lips. I was angry. I was accusing. I wanted to be indifferent. How could I let him come and go like this? How did I let him tear at me? I tilted my neck back push myself into his hand harder, like a cat leaning into a scratch.
“I’ll always come back,” he said. “As long as I’m alive.”
It wasn’t just my eyes and my lips trembling, but my entire spirit was shaking with the buildup of all my longing and fear.
He leaned into me and pulled my head to his by my neck and kissed me. He kissed me like never before and he kissed me just as he always had. His lips were soft and warm behind his messy beard. His tongue was warm and sweet, like peppermint gum.
He kissed me tenderly, pecking sweetly all over my lips, as if to kiss me from every angle. I let myself fall into his chest, pressing my body against him. I let everything go. Then our lips and tongues started to dance in wet, warm electric moves. Flamenco lips and tongues were swaying and twirling and dipping. Our hearts were racing, hands wandering, bodies pleading. His desire was consuming me and I was melting into him. He pulled me close and tight, nearly crushing me against him. I went weak in his arms. He carried me to bed and we danced with our bodies under the sheets to the music of our moaning, gasping, pleasure. I gave into him completely, urgently. I gave him everything. And in the morning, he left again.