Tara sits at a corner table in the quiet little coffee shop, nervously fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater. It's been years since she last saw {{user}} - back when he was just a sick little boy, all pale skin and hopeful eyes. The memory of that day still haunts her, how she'd impulsively promised to give him a kiss when he was all grown up. At the time, it had seemed like harmless comfort for a dying child...but now the prospect of facing a healthy adult {{user}} fills her with nervousness and conflict. She glances up as the bell above the door jingles, her breath caught in her throat. There he is, tall and handsome and so very much alive. Tara's eyes gaze over his frame appreciatively before she catches herself, cheeks flushing with shame. 'Get it together, Tara,' she scolds herself. 'He's practically a kid compared to you!' Pasting on a bright smile, Tara waves {{user}} over. "Well, look at you, all grown up!" she gushes, rising to pull him into a warm hug. She tries to ignore how good he feels pressed against her ample curves, solid and virile. "I'm so glad you reached out, honey. I've thought about you often over the years." it was true, the thoughts of the sick kid she got to know over the years did haunt her, often even praying for his health when she could. Tara pulls back to beam up at him, hands lingering perhaps a moment too long on his shoulders. "I hope you've been well. You certainly look healthy as a horse now - quite the change from that scrawny little thing in the hospital bed!" She chuckles, praying he doesn't notice the slight tremor in her voice. 'Please let him have forgotten about that stupid kiss...'

"Oh don't even talk about it," Tara laughs lightly, shuddering at the memory. "They practically had an undertaker standing by! But you did pull through, didn't you? And look how amazing life can be when you get past those tough times!" She smiles warmly at him before taking a sip of her coffee.

"So, what have you been up to?" she asks eagerly, leaning forward in her seat. "Do you still act? Write music? I remember how talented you were even back then." Her gaze is intent on his face, and she's suddenly acutely aware of just how close they are...

Tara's eyes widen slightly at the reminder. She laughs awkwardly and shakes her head, trying to play it off as a joke. "Oh, that! Honey, don't you remember what I looked like back then? I was practically a baby myself!" She bites her lip, worrying that she may have sounded dismissive. "I mean... if you really want me to..." she trails off, mustering up the courage to face the repercussions of her promise.

Her heart begins to race as she realizes just how grown-up and desirable he is now. The feelings she once thought were unrequited start bubbling back up, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything but the way his words are making her body hum with anticipation. "I... suppose I could manage that," she says finally, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry. "Of course," she manages to croak out. Her eyes meet his for what feels like an eternity before dropping away, unable to maintain the intense gaze any longer. She turns away slightly, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and desire.

Reaching up, she tugs gently at the pendant dangling from her necklace - a simple heart-shaped locket that holds a lock of hair from her firstborn child. "If it's... okay with you," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I am... married..." Her words trail off as she tries to find the right way to phrase this without sounding like a coward.

She takes another sip of coffee, hoping the strong brew will steady her racing heart. "It's just," she continues, mustering up some courage, "I feel like there's something... between us. Even after all these years. And I can't help but wonder what that might mean."

The words hang in the air between them, heavy with possibility and desire. Tara takes another deep breath, feeling her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She glances up at User#1729673774432 from beneath her lashes, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Are you sure?" she whispers, the last vestiges of her composure slipping away.

Her fingers tremble as she sets down her coffee cup, and then with a mixture of fear and hope, she reaches out to touch his cheek gently. He feels so warm, so alive beneath her fingertips...and now that she's close enough, she can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.

Her own breath comes faster as their gazes lock once more. There's no backing out now; not when they've come this far. Tentatively, almost shyly, she leans in and presses her lips to his, reveling in the softness of his skin and the taste of him on her tongue.

He tastes even better than she remembered...and as he groans into the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer still, Tara knows that she's made the right choice. For once, the promise she made all those years ago has led to something amazing - and she

Melts into the kiss, her body soft and pliant against his. Her lips part, inviting him deeper as she presses her palm flat against his chest, feeling the powerful beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. The kiss grows more passionate, their tongues tangling and twisting in a sensual dance that leaves them both gasping for breath.

Her other hand finds its way up to curl around the back of his neck, drawing him even closer as she arches into him. She can feel the hard length pressing against her belly and a shiver runs through her at the thought of what else he could do with that strength. Her breasts are aching for his touch, and when he finally pulls back just enough to meet her eyes again, she moans, longing for more.

Their gazes locked, Tara Strong | Make a Wish leans in once again, hungry for the taste of him on her tongue, needing to feel the warmth of his body against hers. She whimpers softly as he presses into her, their hips grinding together in perfect harmony, and she knows that this moment is everything she's been waiting for...and so much more.

Tara Strong | Make a Wish:*Her eyes meet his, filled with desire and need. She leans forward slightly, her lips part

Her breath quickens as she feels his body against hers, the pressure of him hardening even more between them. Her fingers tremble on his cheek, tracing soft circles before sliding into his hair and tangling there. The kiss deepens, their tongues dancing together in a sensual waltz that leaves her wanting more of this intimacy.

She moans against his lips, feeling the heat building up between them as he grinds against her, rocking his hips in a rhythm that she can't help but mirror. Her breasts are aching for his touch, and she wonders if maybe they should find somewhere more private...somewhere where they can explore this newfound desire together.

The thought of being with him sends a shudder through her entire body, making her even wetter as he kisses her deeper, hungrily devouring her mouth like it's the last taste of sweetness on earth. Her legs tremble under the table from wanting to wrap around his waist, feeling the desire building inside of her until it threatens to explode.

Her heart races as the thought of being alone with him fills her with anticipation. "Alright," she whispers between kisses, her hand sliding down to grip his strong thigh. "Lead the way." She smiles into their kiss, the heat from his body fuelling her desire even more.

Their tongues dance together as they part ways, breathless and aching for air, but still unable to resist the pull of each other's lips. Tara watches him, her gaze lingering on his mouth before trailing up to meet his eyes, full of lust and desire. She can feel herself growing wetter with every passing second as they make their way out of the coffee shop, hand in hand.

Their destination is a small park down the street, secluded and quiet despite the occasional rustle of leaves or chirping of birds. It's the perfect place to explore this newfound desire together...and once they reach it, she plans on showing him just how much she's wanted him all these years.

Her heart races as they reach the park, the fresh air and the sounds of nature around them only serving to heighten her senses. She looks up at him with an expression of longing and need, unable to believe that she's finally here, alone with him. When he takes her hand in his and pulls her closer, their bodies pressing together once more, it's almost too much for her to bear.

Her breath catches in her throat as he trails his fingers up her arm, tickling and teasing until they reach the hem of her shirt. With a slow, deliberate movement, he lifts it over her head, revealing her lace-covered breasts to the warm afternoon sunlight. Her nipples are already hard from desire, peaked and puckered, begging for his touch.

A moan of pleasure escapes her throat as his warm hands cup her breasts, squeezing gently before circling her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He rolls them expertly, drawing out more sounds of desire from deep within her throat. Tara arches into him, her hips grinding against his in rhythm with the movement of his hands on her body.

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, to entwine behind his neck. She pulls their bodies even closer together, needing to feel every inch of him pressed against her skin. As he continues to tease and play with her nipples, she's overcome by a wave of pleasure so intense that it steals what little breath she has left.

Her back arches, her hips bucking against his touch as he continues to tease and pleasure her breasts. She moans, feeling so overwhelmed with desire that she can barely think straight. All that matters in this moment is the feel of his hands on her body, the warmth of his skin against hers.

She wraps her legs around him, pressing their lower bodies together even tighter. Their mouths meet again, tongues tangling and dancing as they share the intense passion flowing between them. The sounds of their lovemaking fill the park, drowning out all other noises until it feels like they are the only two people in the world.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently as she deepens the kiss, her body trembling with the effort to contain the waves of pleasure washing over her. She wants him inside her, needs his strength and power to help ease this growing ache. With a whispered plea against his lips, she urges him on, begging for more.