The second time we meet, I run into your arms and grab your dark hair in my hands and pull your face down to mine. You resist and teasingly keep your lips inches away from mine. Punishment, I suspect for our first meeting, when I was inconveniently shy and wouldn't let you do what you wanted to do. As I silently stare into your eyes, pleading with you, demanding that you bend to my will, you finally relent and do exactly what I want you to do. Punishing kisses that take my breath away.
You push me onto the bed, no words needed and to my surprise my clothes disappear like smoke. Your kisses ignite my insides, your hands are running over my shoulders, your lips are like fire as they move down my neck, god I love when you kiss my neck. I am making sounds deep in my throat as I anticipate what is yet to come. I run my hands up your back bringing your shirt over your head, I want your skin touching my skin. I unbuckle your pants and push your pants down over your hips, your cock is hard against your belly, and reach for your cock, and you chuckle and move away from me. Back to your teasing self.