1. The Next Memory

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I haven't seen Eve in six years, not since that last wild night in the desert at Burning Man. I can still remember everything about her though, frozen in the memory I've visited so many times since then. Her hair over her shoulder, her shining eyes, the light from the fire dancing across her skin.

I remember the sound of her laugh echoing off the nearby rock face, and the way her voice changed as I began to stroke her thighs, and her taste. Oh God, her taste. So many times I've laid in bed, remembering every moment of that night again and again.

I thought that would be the last time we were together, but here I am, waiting for Eve at the hotel bar, sipping some bourbon, excited and nervous. Suddenly my heart is pounding. I can't see her yet, but I know she's here.

She's always had such a presence, an energy flowing around her body and reaching into all the spaces she moves through. I turn further toward the door, and there stands Eve. She's smiling and looking at me, and I can feel that smile across the room, dressed in a flowery sundress with thin straps that I picture sliding down her soft shoulders.

Fuck I want her. I've never stopped wanting her, and here she is, an eager, knowing look in her eyes as she walks towards me. I stand to greet Eve, aware I'm already half-hardened my genes just from this quick look at her, but eager to greet her properly with a hug.

As I remember, her enthusiasm and joy are overwhelming, her arms going around my neck and her laugh ringing in my ear. Eve feels good in my arms, not just her body, but her. Eve hops on the barstool next to me, and I sit as well, her left thigh pressing against mine.

I'm aware of every bit of her. She smells the same as I remember, slight musk and flowers. Eve is talking about something, and I know I should pay attention, but all I can think about is kissing her lips, her neck, of running my hands down her back and feeling that perfect ass of hers.

I can tell she's thinking about it too, even as she speaks. Her fingers gently rest on my thigh as I ask if she's thirsty. She looks at me, raises an eyebrow and then takes my glass, bringing it to her lips and taking a little sniff before downing the rest of my bourbon.

She leans in and I can feel her bourbon-spiced breath on my ear and her fingertips teasing my thigh. Do I want to go upstairs with her? I don't trust my voice.

I do. I want to go upstairs with her, where we can be alone and I can slide that dress off her and feast on her skin. I nod.

Yes, let's go upstairs. She slides her soft but strong hand inside mine and we walk toward the elevator. It feels so good to be with Eve again, so comfortable and so arousing at the same time.

When the elevator doors close, I can't stop myself. I press against her, placing a hand on either side of her face and lifting her mouth to mine. I have to have her mouth, now.

Open for me, little one. My mouth fits against hers, hungry, and I taste her tongue with mine. Finally, after so long, bourbon, a little bit of mint, and the honey she always tastes like.

My body tells me to press harder, faster, to pull up her dress, to grab, but I just let my mouth savor hers in the moment. I'll have all of Eve, and soon. I've waited six years.

I can wait just a few more minutes, and not rush this. She seems a little breathless, and I grin, happy it's not just me thrown off balance by our chemistry. I lead her down the hall to our room for the night.

After we're inside, she moves to pull off her dress, but I stop her. Let me. I want to unwrap her, like a gift.

I pull one strap down and kiss her shoulder, just as I imagined earlier, and let my tongue taste her skin. So soft, so smooth, it smells like lotion. I slide the other strap down, leaning to kiss her neck and collarbones as I slide the dress down over her breasts.

It catches on her hips, leaving her topless. She's perfect, as perfect as six years ago in the desert. I know she can tell I want her by my eyes and my hard cock pressing against the fabric of my jeans.

Eve's hands are there, rubbing. Fuck, oh, it's so good, the way she touches me. I step back a little, and her hands continue to reach for my belt and my fly.

She's missed me, too, and I love that. I lean down and kiss between her breasts, taking a deep breath. She smells so good here.

I want to devour, and I kiss and lick my way to each of her breasts, slowly but not gently. I know Eve likes it when my lips tug at her nipples, when my fingers dig into her skin. I remember how she likes to be suckled, and suddenly I need to taste all of her.

I straighten and tug her dress down, exposing all of Eve. No panties. She knew what was coming.

I growl and toss her down on the bed, her sandals falling to the floor. I open her legs. That pussy.

I'd never forgotten its pink color and softness, how very wet she gets and the taste. Her taste. I stroke from her knees down towards her pussy, loving the way she squirms at my touch.

Eve wants more. I brush my fingertips along her lips, feeling she is already wet for me. Good.

I want her soaking, dripping, needy. I don't slide fingers in or touch her clit. Instead, I move closer, leaning over to kiss her mouth again, pressing against her, and I can feel her rubbing against my jeans, moving her hips.

Such a needy girl. I stand up, finish undoing my belt. I pull off my clothes with her watching.

I like the way she looks at me, first up and down, and then at my cock. I know she wants me to fuck her, but I need to taste her first. I drop to my knees and kiss her inner thighs before licking gently along her pussy lips.

She's wet, so wet, and as delicious as I remember. I give in to what we both want, spreading her lips and eating her pussy. Fuck, I could drown happily here.

I want all her cum all over my face, and I tease her clit and slide two fingers inside to rub her G-spot. I want her to cum, I want to hear her cum, I want to taste it. Cum for me, little one.

And she does, flooding my mouth. Fuck, she tastes so good. I want to drink every drop of her, but I can tell she's too sensitive for the moment, so I savor her taste and take in the view.

This is my favorite view of Eve. Her cheeks flushed from orgasm, skin glowing. I can tell she wants more, I love that her body can handle more.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I step out of my boxers and pull my shirt up over my head so I'm as naked as she is. I want to fuck her. She sits up and reaches for me, hungry to touch and taste my cock, but I just want to be inside her so damn bad.

I push her back on the bed, grabbing her legs and spreading her wide, teasing my cock against her still-pulsing pussy. Do you want me? I want to hear you say it.

I wait for her to respond before I slide my cock inside of her dripping cunt. It's like coming home. It was that way the night in the Nevada desert, six years ago, when the temple burned and we burned for each other.

We let go of everything that night, and tonight, now, here. I just want to feel every inch of myself slide inside Eve. I move slowly, steadily, thrusting, my hands holding her ankles.

She looks up at me, and I want this to last forever, dragging orgasm after orgasm from her. I put her feet up on my shoulders, pulling her upper thighs closer to me. I want to be deeper inside her, to melt into her.

I feel her pussy tighten and contract around my cock. I lick my thumb and gently press underneath her clit as I stroke slowly inside her. I apply pressure, but don't rub.

I just want to be present for the fireworks that are her own body, her own being, bursting forth around me. She begins to lose herself in pleasure, to give in. Her knees shake, and her hands clench at the sheets.

She's coming, a deep, guttural sound coming from her. I want so badly to fuck her fast and hard, but instead I hold steady, drawing out her orgasm as I can feel the sweat on my back. Finally, I feel her body start to relax.

Her eyes focus on me, and I can feel her joy. Her eyebrow quirks and she rolls her hips against me. She wants to bring me on the same journey I just watched her take.

I try to hold out, to resist, but she moves her feet and pulls me down to her, kissing me deeply. Then she flips me over until I'm lying beneath her. She feels perfect on top of me, that sweet pussy working its way up and down my cock.

She's set the pace now, moving faster. My hands are tight on her hips, helping her ride me, my hips moving upwards to meet her. I'm getting closer, and when she looks me in the eye and tells me to let go, to come, I can't fight it anymore.

I pull her hips hard down, straining my thighs. I want to be so deep inside her when I come. Eve pulls her knees up, giving me her full weight.

Yes, yes, yes. I'm not sure who's saying it, but we both feel it. Her nails dig into my chest and her head falls back again.

I want to hold out, I know she's on the edge again, but I can't. Her body, this moment, the memory of the past and the present, it's all too much. I come, feeling my body shake.

Eve continues to move against me, slower, riding the edge at her own pleasure. She doesn't quite go over, but the night is just beginning, and I'm going to make her come again and again before we leave each other tomorrow. This will be a new memory, like the desert before, until the next time.

This will be a new memory, like the desert before, until the next time.