I arrived at her doorstep earlier than expected. On the walkway up to the house, I was met by a cool breeze of salty sea air from the Pacific Ocean mixed with the smell of smoke from barbecued chicken cooking somewhere in the back of the house. My mouth may have been watering for some of that tasty meat on the spit, but I was hungry for something else. When she appeared at the door, she smiled and her eyes widened while she shook with an all too familiar shudder. As she reached out to greet me, I saw goose bumps on her arms and was pretty sure it wasn't from the breeze.
I said nothing, but stared into her shining eyes as her smile wavered between half way past joy to all the way beyond animal craving for flesh. You know that kind look that says I've just soaked my panties because of you. I walked in, dropped my bag in the hall, and kicked the door shut behind me.
In one step, she was in my arms and my mouth met hers for the first time. I felt her breasts against my chest. My hands slid down her back and I squeezed her sweet ass. I pulled off her white cotton blouse and when a button caught I ripped it off. Her skirt was pulled down followed by silk panties to her ankles, and I said not one word. She was naked before me...looking at me eye to eye.
I dropped her to the floor and unzipped my pants. No rituals, no foreplay, just animal lust. She was a little dry when I thrust inside of her and it may have hurt. I didn't say sorry. I could not control my appetite. She opened her eyes and we stared at each other while I used her.
It was the most conventional of positions, me on top of her with her legs spread. I didn't ask if it felt good, if she was comfortable, or wanted to change positions. I wasn't there to ask permission or perform foreplay. She was mine. She didn't fake her moaning or feign orgasm. She held my gaze with her beautiful glimmering eyes looking deep into my soul. She had me.
