You moved into the apartment next to mine a week ago and I am already consumed with lust for you. I watched you sun yourself by the pool earlier today and daydreamt of having you.
Now, I stand outside your door and knock, I wait for what feels like an eternity and just before I lose my nerve, you open the door. I walk past you and as you try to protest I place a finger to your lips, silencing you.
You turn to close the door and before you can turn again to face me, I push up against you and force you up against the door.
My hands find your wrists and spread your arms wide, you try to resist, but realize that you have no control.
I push your hair aside and start to bite your neck, gently at first, then with more force. I run my hand down your soft smooth back.
You moan slightly and make a partial attempt at resistance, but we both know it is futile at best. I can tell your surrender is near as you push your ass back towards me searching for my touch.
No comprehendible words have been spoken only a few guttural grunts. The language we speak is that of lust and want and there are no words to describe the desire that has been set free.