Flying to You

Ramon pilots long routes over continents, yet the miles only sharpen his need. He lands hard, walks straight to Allie Jordan, and she greets him with a kiss that tastes like coming home. Her black hair swings against bare shoulders. He peels her clothes away, hands full of the curves that have haunted every layover. Allie drops to her knees on the floor of the apartment, takes him in her mouth, and sucks slow and steady, the heat of her tongue working every inch until he grips her hair and loses the last bit of distance between them.