I remember that night almost better than any other in my life. I don't know what came over me, what possessed me to stop by his apartment so late. Anyone could have been there, but that's not what I was thinking about. I was too busy thinking about him, what he would feel like under my hands. That's not what I told him, of course, when he opened the door. Ulterior motives are the most fun. Of course, now whenever I let the memory run through my mind, it happens all over again, like an erotic movie that's sure to get me off. I love to remember...
He opens the door and asks me in. "Wait a second while I turn off the computer," he says.
I follow him to the computer desk and stand behind him as he logs off the Internet. I lean down and gently nip his ear. I feel his entire body stiffen at the motion, I have caught him so off guard. I move down his neck, kissing and lightly biting. He tries to stand and I place my hands on his shoulders to hold him still. I move back to his ear, remembering how badly it teased him that last time, almost a year ago, and knowing how much more he'd want. He groans, and I take a deep breath to steady myself. I love it when a guy makes those primal noises. It's so... animalistic. Wanting. Erotic.
I step back and allow him to stand. He immediately comes towards me, backing me up against the wall.
"You're a bad little girl, you know that?"
I can only nod my agreement before his mouth attacks mine. I feel his tongue in my mouth, and I moan, wondering what else he can do with it. He pulls my shirt up and over my head, not even pausing before he moves his mouth to my neck. I can feel how hard he is as he's pressed against me. I begin to unbutton his shirt, and he stops my hands so he can do it himself. I'm apparently not going fast enough. I take the time to unhook my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. His eyes widen slightly.
"I want you," I whisper as I kiss him, pushing his shirt off of his back. He comes back at me full force, running his hands down my back to cup my ass and pull me even closer to him.
We move to the couch in the living room. I push him down onto it and straddle his lap. I've gotten so wet, so sensitive, I can feel his heartbeat through his cock as it strains at his jeans. I feel decidedly evil, and I rock myself against him. I'm only able to do it three times before he flips my over so I'm on the couch and he's standing between my knees. My jeans and underwear come off in one easy tug from him, and suddenly I'm sitting there naked save for a smile. He narrows his eyes at me, and I know he's wondering what I'm smiling about.
"Nothing," I say, before he can ask.
"I'll give you something to smile about..." His voice is so deep with lust he's almost growling. All I can do is raise an eyebrow.
I sit forward and hook my finger into the waistband of his jeans and pull him to me. The very tip of my tongue comes out of my mouth, and I ever so lightly lick right at his waistband, every now and again dipping my tongue a little lower. He's shaking, he's so tense now, and it takes all the self-control I have not to strip him and ride him right then. But I have to tease him a little first. It's no fun unless the anticipation is way up there.
I unbutton his jeans, and so, so slowly unzip them. I trail my tongue down behind the lowering zipper, even dragging it over his boxers, letting him feel my breath through the thin cotton.