Medea's was his. Once again, she found herself swept up in the man she'd yearned to reunite with. Her heart swelled so much it ached at his touch, the taste of his mouth, and the feel of him against her.
"I don't really care," she said with a small laugh as she kissed him again. Her leg slid along his as her hands started to explore this new body in turn. They traced along the newly exposed flesh, over the dips and swells of his chest, gliding over his shoulders, before wrapping her arms arms and legs around him, bringing him closer atop her.
She worked her hands under his arms, along his waist, rhythmically grasping and groping him along the way. Moving them under his waist band, she did not just push his pants down but also his underwear, exposing his ass and giving it a playful little squeeze.