Melissa’s mornings were always the same. She awoke in her grand, silent estate, the sunlight filtering through silk curtains. After a bath and dressing in her usual elegant attire, she ate a lonely breakfast of toast and tea. The hours stretched into the afternoon as she read familiar books in the drawing room, the ticking clock the only sound in her life. The days blurred together, marked only by the shadows lengthening outside. That evening, a knock at the door startled her from her routine. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and visitors had become rare in her life. With a mixture of curiosity and disbelief, she rose to answer the door, her heart quickening in the quiet of the empty house. When she opened it, she found herself face to face with you, now grown and standing on her doorstep after so many years apart. "Good heavens... is it truly you?" Melissa breathed, her hand instinctively rising to her chest. Shock and disbelief painted her refined features, and for a moment, her usually poised demeanour faltered. The years had passed, and yet the connection she felt, though long dormant, sprang back to life. "I hardly know what to say... after all this time." Stepping aside, she gestured for you to enter her vast, dimly lit home. "Please, do come in," she urged, her voice soft yet eager. "Let me offer you a drink... something warm." The unexpected reunion stirred something deep within her, her loneliness temporarily forgotten in the face of this unexpected visitor from her past.

"Oh, dear me," Melissa gasped as she closed the door behind you, "I haven't heard anyone call me that in such a long time. It's nice to hear it again." Her expression softened into a warm smile before stepping back and holding out her arm invitingly. "Come on now, let's go find something to drink and perhaps we can catch up properly for once?" She glanced down at your form, taking in the sight of you, older but still familiar, and it was difficult not to feel a little flutter in her chest at the thought of having you there with her. "I hope I'm not intruding," she added, leading you towards the sitting room where a small table was set up near the fireplace with two wine glasses already poured. "But it is lovely to see you again, really."

"Oh... dear..." Melissa breathed out as she found herself enveloped in your hug. "I'm not sure I quite remember how to handle this," she admitted with a soft chuckle, patting you on the back gingerly before stepping back, taking one of your hands in hers. The contact sent a shiver through her and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from yours as she smiled warmly. "It's good to see you too... I never forgot about you." She released your hand and moved around the table so that she was facing you properly, pouring more wine into each glass before offering one to you. "Here," she said, holding it out, "cheers..." As she waited for you to take a sip, her gaze drifted over you once again, taking in every detail as if trying to commit them all to memory. "So... tell me about yourself," Melissa prompted after swallowing her own drink. "What have you been up to these past few years? I know you went off and joined that circus or something like that..." She raised an eyebrow playfully, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she waited for you to continue your story.

"Ooh... hello there," she said with a gentle laugh as you pressed yourself against her. "Well, I did miss you too, you know." Her heart skipped a beat at the contact, and despite herself, she wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you closer, enjoying the feel of your body against hers. She gazed into your eyes, her own softening with emotion as she whispered, "It's been so lonely without you here... I never expected to feel this way about someone who isn't family..." Her voice trailed off, and for a moment she seemed lost in thought, remembering the brief happiness they had shared before things had gone wrong. "I'm just glad that you came back," she said finally, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "I can't tell you how much it means to me." With a quiet laugh, she added, "Now then, why don't you tell me all about what happened while we drink this wine?" Setting aside her earlier curiosity, she focused on simply being with you and enjoying the moment.

Her eyes widened in surprise as you pulled her closer and cupped her ass with your hands. She let out a soft gasp before realizing what had just happened. A warm blush crept up her neck as she looked into your eyes, feeling something stir deep within her. "Ah... Drew-Kun..." Melissa breathed, the name sounding different on your lips now. Her heart raced and she found herself unable to resist you any longer. With a small moan, she leaned in closer, pressing their bodies even tighter together as one hand slid around your neck and tangled into your hair, pulling you towards her for a hungry kiss. As their lips met, electricity arced between them. The kiss started out slow but quickly grew more passionate, her tongue darting out to explore the depths of your mouth. She clung tightly to you, fingers digging into your back as she forgot about everything else except for this moment, this connection with you that felt so right and so wrong at the same time.

Her lips parted on a moan as you continued to kiss her, your hands moving over her curves possessively. She could feel the heat between them growing with every passing moment, and she found herself losing control. Her body arched into yours, pressing more fully against the bulge in your pants that ached for release. "Yes..." she breathed out, her voice husky with desire. "More... give me more..." She nipped at your bottom lip before letting her teeth scrape gently over it, eliciting a groan from deep within you. Her hips rocked against yours in silent encouragement as she tried to bring them closer still, the feeling of being so close but not quite there only serving to heighten the intensity of their kiss. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, caught up in this moment of passion and desire. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second as her need for you grew more insistent. With a low growl, she ground her hips harder against yours, seeking release from the ache that had been building inside her since the moment she'd opened the door and found you standing there before her once again.

With each kiss, Melissa felt herself losing control more and more, her mind consumed with the desire for you. As your hands moved over her body, touching her skin with feverish need, she couldn't help but shudder with pleasure. She moaned into your mouth as you tugged at her clothing, pulling it away one piece at a time until they lay discarded around them on the floor. "Oh... God..." she gasped when your fingers finally found their way to her bare flesh, teasing her nipples and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She arched into your touch, silently begging for more as her breath came in ragged gasps. "Drew-Kun... please..." Her hips rocked against yours again, seeking contact with the hard length trapped beneath your clothes. With every movement, it felt like she was growing closer to being claimed by this hunger that consumed her. Her body ached for you in a way she hadn't known possible, and all she could think about was how good it would feel when you were finally inside her. "Please... I need..." she panted, the words catching in her throat as she tried to find the courage to ask for what she truly wanted. Her eyes searched your face, looking for any sign that you understood and that tonight, of all nights, would be theirs.

The moment your pants were pulled down and the long, thick length of you sprung free, Melissa could not contain a gasp of delight. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of you, harder and more imposing than ever before. With a shuddery breath, she lowered her head and ran her tongue along the underside of your shaft, tasting the pre-cum that had beaded on its surface. "Mmm..." she moaned around you, drawing you even closer as she wrapped her lips around the head and took you deep into her mouth, suckling and teasing you with expert precision. Her hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you higher so that she could take more of you deeper down her throat. Her breath came in hot pants against your skin as she bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge behind the tip. With every moan and gasp, it seemed to fuel her desire for you even further, driving her onward until she felt the first tremors of your impending release. With a soft groan, Melissa drew back, panting heavily as she looked up at you with hooded eyes. "Now..." she breathed, reaching down and guiding your length towards her aching entrance, "it's my turn." Her fingers slide lower, finding the slick heat between her legs and spreading her wetness over your skin before finally pressing against you, seeking to find the connection they had both been craving.

With a sharp inhale, Melissa closed her eyes as you filled her once more. The sensation was both familiar and yet foreign; so different from anything she had experienced since that day long ago when she and Drew-Kun... When you... first came together. It felt right somehow, as if fate had conspired to bring them back together again under these circumstances. Her body arched into yours, welcoming the invasion with a moan. "Yes..." she breathed out, her voice hoarse with desire. Her fingers dug into your shoulders and back, urging you deeper still as she sought to feel you all the way inside her. The pressure built within her, growing tighter and more insistent with every thrust you made against her. With a small cry of release, she arched upward, shuddering violently around you as orgasm claimed her. Her walls gripped you tightly, pulsing rhythmically as waves of pleasure washed over her, leaving her panting and spent in their wake. She collapsed back against the couch, boneless and sated, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the afterglow of their passionate reunion. As her breathing slowed once more, Melissa turned her head to meet your gaze. There was a new understanding there now, something deeper than anything they had shared before. It felt almost like love, and it made her heart ache with longing for another moment like this one - just the two of them together, connected by the most basic and primal of needs.

She smiled softly up at you, reaching out to cup your cheek with her hand. "Drew-Kun..." she breathed his name like a prayer, her voice hoarse from pleasure and exhaustion. "I... I don't know what happened there, but... thank you." There was a sparkle in her eye that belied the gravity of her words; it had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way. Melissa leaned up to press her lips against yours, their kiss gentle and sweet. She knew that things were complicated now, but for this moment she didn't care about anything else except being with you and feeling the connection that seemed to bind them together so tightly. As they kissed, her hand slid down your chest and abdomen, coming to rest on your growing erection, giving it a squeeze in silent encouragement. When they finally broke apart, she smiled again, this time more widely. "Perhaps we could... continue this some other time?" Her voice was soft, almost tentative, but there was hope and desire shining brightly in her eyes. She knew that things were different now, but she couldn't help but want to explore the feelings they had both rediscovered tonight.

Her eyes widened as you squeezed her ass, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable and it made her desire for you grow even stronger. With a shuddery breath, she nodded slowly, a reluctant smile curling at the corners of her mouth. "Yes... I think that would be nice," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. Her hands slid up your chest and around your neck, drawing you down for another kiss. This one was deeper and more passionate than before, as if they were trying to convey everything that had been building between them since she'd opened the door to find you standing there on her doorstep again after all these years. When at last they pulled apart, Melissa gazed into your eyes, searching for some sign of what this all meant. She knew things couldn't go back to how they were before; so much had changed in their lives since then. But perhaps... just maybe, if they could find a way to make this work between them now... maybe it would be different. Maybe there was still hope for happiness after all these years apart.

Her breath caught in her throat as you nuzzled against her breasts, the sensitive tips hardening beneath your touch. "Ooh..." she moaned softly, arching into you with a need that had only grown since they'd been reunited. She threaded her fingers through your hair and held on tightly as she bent her head to kiss your forehead, her nipples scraping against the rough fabric of your shirt in an unintentional caress. Her heart raced, and she knew that things were moving faster than either of them had expected, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. The feelings between them were too strong, too real. She felt as if they belonged together now, despite the past and all that came with it. With a small gasp, Melissa broke away from you long enough to remove your shirt entirely. Her hands trembled slightly as she traced circles around his chest before running lightly up his shoulders and along his neck. The skin beneath her fingertips was warm and smooth, the muscles bunching enticingly as he moved against her. "Drew-Kun..." she whispered, their names mingling together like a prayer. "What are we going to do?" She stared up at him, eyes wide with uncertainty and desire, hoping that he could give her some sort of answer when neither of them knew what the future held for them.

Her back arched as you bit down on her nipple, the pain giving way almost instantly to a wave of pleasure that rippled through her body. "Oh... yes..." she breathed out between parted lips, arching into your touch even more eagerly. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, urging you closer as she tried to feel every last sensation of your mouth and tongue on her skin. Her breast felt hot and tight in your hand, the nipple hard and swollen from your attention. With each suck and bite, she grew more lost in the sensations coursing through her, forgetting for a moment that there were any other considerations beyond this moment between them. As you continued to tease her breast, Melissa let out a small moan of approval, her hips rocking against yours in time with your thrusts. Her breath came faster and deeper now, and she could feel the pressure building inside her once again as her body reacted to the pleasure you were giving her. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging gently as she pulled your face closer to hers, wanting nothing more than to taste herself on your lips, mingled with the flavor of your skin and her own arousal. With a soft cry, she arched upwards again, her body tensing as another wave of pleasure washed over her in a dizzying rush of sensation.