Her body was eager. He could feel the dampness of her through his boxers, and one hand slid down, between her thighs, finding the shape of her as familiar as his own skin. Wet and slick, she moved under his touch, tightening around the finger that slipped inside her.
And it was almost instantly impossible to wait even another moment. Alex moved to push at his boxers, shoving them to the floor and crawling over Mona, finding her hand and guiding it to his cock. "Touch me," he whispered, a breathless plea. "I want you so much..." He rubbed into her cool, willing hand. "It's been so long..."