A Halloween Reunion

The crisp autumn air nipped at his skin as he waited, the hayride's flickering lanterns casting eerie shadows on the gnarled trees. Twenty years had passed since they'd last seen each other, but the memory of her touch still burned like a brand on his soul. Annie, his Annie, was coming back to him, if only for a night.

She arrived, bundled in a baggy sweat suit, her cheeks flushed from the cool air. He drank her in, his heart pounding like a drum. She'd worried about weight gain, but to him, she was more enticing than ever. Those curves, hidden beneath layers, stirred a primal hunger within him.

"Annie," he growled, pulling her close, spinning her around before setting her down gently. His lips found hers, hungry and demanding. She yielded, her mouth opening to welcome his tongue. The years melted away as they kissed, a dance of longing and reunion.

As they climbed onto the hay wagon, he positioned them at the rear, drawing a blanket around them. Her scent enveloped him, a heady mix of perfume and Annie. He nuzzled her neck, his hands roaming beneath her sweatshirt, cupping her breasts through her bra. She gasped, her body tensing before melting into his touch.

The wagon jolted forward, and the first ghoul leaped out, startling the other riders. Seizing the moment, he slipped his hands under her shirt, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She moaned softly, arching into his touch. His hand slipped lower, tracing the waistband of her pants, then dipping beneath. She stiffened briefly before surrendering, her breath hitching as his finger found her wet heat.

He explored her, his touch firm and possessive. She rode his hand, her body trembling as she neared release. He could feel her tighten, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, with a quiet cry, she came undone, her body convulsing as she clung to him.

They collapsed together, their limbs entwined. He kissed the top of her head, his voice low and fierce. "I still love you, Annie. Always have."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining. "I never stopped loving you, Alex. Never."

The wagon rolled on, the night dark and endless around them. She reached for him, her touch bold and eager. Her fingers found his hardness, and she smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. She slid down, disappearing beneath the blanket.

He gasped as her hot mouth enveloped him, her tongue tracing patterns that sent shockwaves through his body. She took him deep, her fingers cupping his balls, her thumb rubbing the sensitive spot behind. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he neared the edge. She sucked harder, her movements matching the rhythm of the wagon, and with a groan, he came, his release pulsing into her mouth.

She resurfaced, her lips glistening, her eyes filled with love and satisfaction. He pulled her close, his heart pounding. "I love you, Annie. I want you in my life again."

She snuggled against him, her voice soft. "I want that too, Alex. I want us."

As the wagon rolled back to the farm, they held each other tight, their bodies pressed close, their hearts beating as one. The night had been filled with passion and promise, a feral embrace that would forever bind them together.