4:10 a.m., and the phone rings: "I didn't want to scare you, baby, by ringing the doorbell. Can you come unlock the door?"
I wipe the sleep from my eyes, grab my housecoat, and make my way to the door, groping for the lock. There you stand before me, hat pulled down almost to your eyes, heavy coat and gloves. The rush of cold air hardens my nipples through the thin fabric of my robe. You rush in, and I close the door behind you. I start to make my way back to the warmth of my bed, but you have another thought on your mind.
You grab me, push me against the wall in the entryway and part my robe. To your delight, I am completely naked underneath. My erect nipples are an invitation for your tongue to graze over their hardness. I throw my head back, and my eyes close in ecstasy. You know how your tongue on my nipples can awaken my latent desire. I grab your head with one hand, and thrust my other breast closer to your mouth with the other. I want you to pay them equal attention! Your tongue flicks rapidly from one nipple to the other, causing the wetness between my legs to turn to a deluge.
You work your way back up to my neck. I start to tell you to not suck too hard, but your mouth covers mine, extinguishing my words. You slide your hands behind me, grab my ass, and pick me up. I wrap my legs around you, and feel your raging hard-on though the fabric of your jeans. You make your way back to my bedroom in the dark, with me holding on for dear life. You lay me gently on the bed, and light one candle on the dresser, just so you can see my silhouette.