Flight delays — and cancellations — are my least favorite parts of travel, but one snafu worked in my favor. I hadn’t seen my ex Nick while waiting to board the plane. But after the flight was nixed, we bumped into one another while trying to snag vouchers for the shitty airport hotel. It had been years since we’d amicably split and settled in separate cities. But there we were, thrust together again.

A feeling of camaraderie returned instantly, and soon we were huddled together at the hotel bar, catching up over martinis. We had booked separate rooms, but somehow we wound up together in mine. We lied to ourselves by saying we weren’t done catching up after the bar had closed, but we both knew better than that.

As soon as the room’s door clicked shut behind us, Nick pounced on me. His lips crashed against mine as we fell backward onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and tongues.

“I’ve dreamed of this moment,” Nick confessed as his teeth grazed the sensitive span of skin along the side of my neck. “I think about you all the time.”

A comforting warmth bloomed in my belly. A cynic might say it was the martini, but I knew better. Conflicting career goals had forced us apart, and finding ourselves together again seemed like nothing short of a miracle. Knowing that Nick felt the same only amplified the intensity of my feelings. Even if we only had one night together, I was determined to make every second count.

In a flash, I recalled the ecstatic look that used to overtake Nick’s face when I blew him. That cute way his eyes would crinkle at the corners, while his lips formed a perfect “O.” I wanted to see that face again.

Without a word, I rolled our bodies so Nick landed beneath me, then I slithered down to his hips and skillfully undid the buckle on his belt.

“Remember when we would do this in the backseat of your car?” I asked.

Back in the day, Nick’s old beater was one of the few places where we could enjoy time alone as we both had too many roommates. Many times I’d crouched on the floorboard, hidden from the sight of passersby, while I sucked Nick’s dick.

I released the clasp on his slacks and tugged open his zipper, revealing the familiar branded band adorning his preferred boxer briefs.

Some things don’t change, I thought to myself.

Buoyed by nostalgia, I slipped my hand into his fly and wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft. As I freed Nick’s erection from the confines of his clothing, I kept my gaze firmly fixed on his. He stared back at me with that sexy, sleepy-eyed look — the one that inspired me to open my legs so many times before.

“Do you still like having your dick sucked?” I asked teasingly.

He swallowed hard. The erotic tension between us was palpable, yet there I was, playing coy.

Rather than wait for an answer, I continued, “Let’s find out.”

A tiny bead of pre-come had collected on the crown of Nick’s cock. My tongue darted out to collect the drop of dew, and just like that, I fell right back into our tried and true routine.

First, I focused on the head of his dick. I swirled my tongue around his dome as I cradled his balls in my palm.

“Janey!” he groaned.

Hearing Nick’s old pet name for me fall from his lips made my heart soar. A familiar rush of emotions washed over me, and suddenly, it felt as if no time had passed at all. Nick’s exceptional flavor sparked plenty of memories as well. It was a taste I’d occasionally found myself craving after our split. The spicy, sandalwood scent of his body wash filled my nostrils, causing another reel of comforting scenes to flicker across my mind. This man was so much more than a hookup. When Mother Nature interfered with our travel plans, she’d gifted me an opportunity to feel love again.

Bolstered by the pleasant warmth blooming in my chest, I took Nick’s dick even deeper down my throat. His garbled moan was music to my ears. Eager to enhance his pleasure, I lightly squeezed his balls while I sucked his hard shaft, and he groaned helplessly. His fingers fisted the bedsheets, providing just enough leverage for him to hoist his hips up and thrust his glorious cock in and out of my mouth with impressive speed. Much of Nick was exactly how I’d remembered, but the same couldn’t be said for his strength. He’d clearly spent a considerable amount of time at the gym, which blessed him with a potent combination of virility and vigor that left my pussy wet and wanting.

With my lips still firmly sealed around Nick’s girth, I released a satisfied hum. The sound echoed through my mouth and buzzed against his cock. He swore softly and pounded his fists on the mattress, rocking our bodies. I swayed with him, careful not to release his dick.

And then I saw it, Nick’s “Oh my God, I’m going to come” face. With a groan, he poured his cream into my mouth. The thick liquid coated my tongue and slipped down my throat. Once I’d swallowed every last bit of his load, he eased his cock from my face and flipped me onto my back.

While I sank deeper into my lustful fog, Nick laid a trail of kisses over my neck, along my collarbone and down to my tits. He targeted one of my nipples and suckled it softly. I felt a little spark of pleasure shoot straight to my cunt. I gasped and arched my back, pushing my breast hard against his mouth.

Nick didn’t respond with words. Instead, he continued sucking and pinched my other nipple between his fingers. It didn’t matter that his hands were nowhere near my pussy. Every twinge of pleasure radiating from my breasts echoed down below.

“Nick, please,” I groaned.

I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for — aside from more of everything. I wanted his hands and mouth to map every inch of my body. I wanted to feel him caress my breasts, my ass and my pussy.

He sucked a little harder, then he released my nipple. The warmth of his breath against my skin made my flesh tingle. He stroked my body, and I melted under his touch, pure lust dripping from my pores. He took my other nipple between his lips and nibbled the bud with his teeth.

Impatient and craving some contact with my clit, I swiveled my hips but couldn’t find relief.

“Nick, please!” I moaned again, longing for him to fuck me with his rapidly rejuvenating cock.

Honestly, I was impressed with his self-control. After so many years apart, I had none. I wanted to feel everything all at once. But Nick seemed hell-bent on slowly savoring every second of our encounter, and no amount of begging would deter him from that goal.

After several deliciously agonizing minutes of Nick suckling my breasts, he finally shimmied down my body and settled between my open legs. He nuzzled my clit, then he used the tip of his tongue to trace a line along my slit. He sucked my clit rhythmically and tapped it with his talented tongue. I was rapidly becoming totally unhinged as he drove me into a frenzy.

Electricity sizzled beneath my skin, while tension built in my limbs. Every muscle was coiled up tight like an overtaxed spring threatening to bounce off into oblivion. All it took was a few more practiced twists of his tongue to send me off into orbit.

My orgasm was so intense I may have levitated off the mattress. But no matter how my hips bucked and lurched, Nick’s mouth never left my body. He followed my every movement, keen to ride the waves of pleasure right along with me.

I caught my breath in the safe comfort of Nick’s familiar embrace. He cradled my trembling body against his muscular frame. He kissed me deeply, and I tasted my own flavor from the juices that glazed his lips. Then he rolled on top of me, and I gasped into his mouth. His tongue tangled with mine, and I grew hungry for him all over again.

I felt Nick’s erection poking my inner thigh. I locked my ankles at his lower back as his cock nudged my cunt. I bucked upward impatiently, and his shaft sank deep inside my pussy.

Fueled by raw, animal hunger, I bucked my body as hard and fast as I could, turning and pinning Nick beneath me. I started to bounce on his boner. I rode Nick until we reached our peak together, and then I fell back onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied.

Fate brought us together for a sexy reunion, and I was sure glad it had. That sexual encounter was hotter than any other we’d experienced to date. But I’m happy to say it wasn’t our last. That delayed flight helped us launch our second-chance romance. We still live apart, but these days we’re closer than ever.