Feels Like The First Time

Jewelz Blu steps off the plane looking both thrilled and a touch jumpy, then jumps into a cab. The second the wheels hit the city streets, she dials Robby Echo. One tap turns on their video chat and she sees his familiar grin through the screen. She spills how the weeks apart felt endless and how nervous she is—worried the spark might’ve dimmed. Robby laughs, easy and warm, tells her to cut that nonsense. He drops a small hint: he’s cooked up a welcome-home surprise. She hangs up smiling, practically bouncing in the seat. She unlocks the front door and almost drops her bags. Dead center in the hall sits a plush daybed scattered with rose petals, two slinky pieces of lingerie waiting on top. Touched but already tingling, she slips the silky set on. Footsteps on the stairs catch her off guard. Robby’s in a black tux, looking like trouble. He walks straight over, eyes full of heat, says she looks unreal. They waste no time. Lips crash, tongues tangle, and their hands roam like they’re learning every curve all over again. Clothes fall, breathing turns ragged, then they melt into a slow, deep fuck full of lazy moans and urgent caresses. Maybe everything feels new again. Doesn’t matter. The hungry way they cling to each other makes it clear—they’ve still got an endless list of nights ahead.