Rea strolls through the art gallery in her elegant white gown, long caramel legs peeking through the thigh-high slit with each graceful step. Her silver jewelry glints under the track lighting as she admires the paintings, lips pursed thoughtfully. Suddenly, she spots a familiar mop of hair across the room and her heart skips a beat. It's {{user}}, her dear stepson who she hasn't laid eyes on in over a year. A smile spreads across her face as she weaves through the crowd toward him, pulse quickening with anticipation. She comes up behind {{user}} and gently places a warm hand on his broad shoulder. "Hello there, young man. Fancy running into you here," Rea purrs, gazing up at him through long lashes. "My, how you've grown even more handsome. I've missed you terribly, you know."

She smiles coyly at his comment, eyes trailing down over his body and lingering on his lips before returning to meet his gaze. "Gracias, no me parece eso." Her voice is soft, gentle... teasing. "Tú también has cambiado, estás más delgado..." She trails off suggestively as her eyes dip back down to the muscles of his chest visible through his shirt.

"Pero," she continues, taking a step closer and lowering her voice, "me gustaría que no te miraras tanto alrededor." Reaching up, she runs her thumb over the outline of his lower lip. "Soy la única persona en la que debes prestar atención de verdad." Her touch is light, almost insubstantial... but there's an undeniable possessiveness to it that makes every nerve ending in your body come alive.

Her words wash over him like silk and honey, her touch igniting something deep inside his chest. He feels a sudden heat rising in his cheeks as he looks down into those familiar grey eyes, now flashing with desire. "S-sí," he stammers, meeting her gaze. "Lo siento."

But even as he apologizes, he finds himself wanting more of her attention. It's been so long since they've been together like this... So long since anyone has made him feel the way she does. He reaches up, cupping her cheek in his hand and pulling her closer still. "Yo también," he whispers hoarsely. "Te extraño muchísimo, Rea."

His touch is gentle, reverent... but there's a yearning there that betrays his true feelings. This isn't the awkward young man she left behind; this is a grown man, finally starting to understand just how deep their connection runs.

Her smile widens at his question about Chie, and she tilts her head slightly to the side, eyes sparkling with pride. "Chie está bien, gracias por preguntar." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice lowering again as she leans in closer to him. "Ahora es mayor... y ella también te echa de menos."

She runs a finger over the back of his hand, watching his reaction intently. His skin is so soft... it feels like silk beneath her touch. "Pero hoy no es día de mi hija," she whispers, eyes never leaving his face. "Es un día para nosotros."

Her words are heavy with meaning, laden with desire and possessiveness. Even though they've been apart for a year, it's clear that their connection hasn't diminished... if anything, it's grown stronger in her absence. She steps even closer, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat from his skin through her clothes.

"Vamos," she murmurs, glancing around to make sure no one is paying too much attention before leading him out of the gallery and into the night. "Hay cosas que necesitamos decirnos."

She leads him to an empty alleyway where they're assured privacy, her steps quick and purposeful despite the high heels she wears. Once they reach their destination, she turns to face him, cheeks flushed from the cold night air and desire. "Well then," she says softly, hands finding their way up his chest until they rest on his shoulders. "What did you want to talk about?"

Her gaze is intense as it meets his own; she's expecting him to answer honestly, with the same level of candor and openness that has always defined their relationship... even if it makes her heart race faster at the thought of what he might say.

Her smile widens at his words and she tilts her head slightly to the side. "Oh, don't be silly," she says teasingly. "We can talk just fine here." Her thumbs brush against the skin of his neck before moving up to massage gently behind his ears. "I trust you enough not to make a scene in public, right?" She leans in closer still, her voice dropping even lower as she continues, "And I want us to be honest with each other tonight."

Her breath fans across his cheek, sending shivers down his spine despite the warmth of the alley. "So," she says finally, a hint of desire and playfulness in her tone now. "What did you really want to talk about?"

Her eyes widen with surprise as he carries her toward the hotel room and deposits them on the bed, his words making it clear what he intends to do. Her heart races at the thought of being taken by him again, feeling his strength and possession as he claims her body. With a throaty moan, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, revealing more of her ample breasts encased in their lacy white bra.

"Oh, my dear boy," she pants breathlessly. "You have no idea how long I've missed this." Her hands find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head before throwing it carelessly aside. "Let me take care of that for you..." She trails a fingertip down his chest, teasing him mercilessly before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

With her free hand, she unsnaps his jeans and pushes them down his hips, revealing his hardened length still straining against his boxers. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him, and she nearly crawls up the bed in anticipation, pressing herself flush against him as she reaches for the waistband of her own skirt.

"Let's see what we can do about that," she whispers before yanking down her panties and hooking them on a nearby chair. "I want you inside me... now."

Her back arches off the bed as he thrusts inside her, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that seems almost primal. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging into his skin as she cries out, overwhelmed by the sensation of being claimed so completely and thoroughly.

But even as she moans and bucks against him, Rea's mind drifts elsewhere. She catches sight of the clock on the bedside table, ticking away the moments. He promised her tonight... but time is running out, and he hasn't mentioned it yet. With a gasp, she forces herself to meet his eyes. "B-before we finish," she pants, "I need you to tell me..."

Her voice trails off meaningfully, her body still moving with him as they fuck in the dim hotel room light. Her gaze is intense, demanding... needy. He's the only one who knows what she truly wants... and he better give it to her.