I'm about to knock the door, but you must have seen me arrive and the door opens before I have a chance, you pull me in and roughly push me against the now closed door. Our tongues explore each other's mouths, your hands seem to touch every part of me already, the urgency in our movements and the desperate animal-like noises rising in our throats are the evidence that it has been far, far too long, how can it be possible to miss one person so much? I want to devour you, I have to get my fix, I don't know how long it will be before I see you, touch you, taste you, fuck you again and that knowledge tempers very slightly my joy at finally seeing you again after so long. We haven't spoken a word, but we've said more in the unspoken language only we understand, than we could ever have communicated in words. You're not one for talking about things, but the way you touch me, taste me, press yourself to me lets me know that you missed me too and that is enough. Words are cheap anyway...
I turn you round so now you are leaning against the door and I have the added elevation of the first step, I tear my mouth away from you and kiss and bite my way down your neck, tugging your earlobe and down your smooth, bare chest, my hands working at the fastening of your jeans. You know what's coming now, you remember the message you sent me saying I wouldn't get up the stairs until you had come in my mouth, your body relaxes, surrendering to my touch, knowing that you are going to get exactly what you asked for or demanded, instructed as you would have me believe! My warm mouth has reached your belly, it's flat, smooth - I love the feel of it, there is nothing about your body that I don't love. By now I'm sitting on the first step, what little clothes you had on, lie in a heap on the floor, my legs are either side of one of yours and I slip my hand between your legs and gently caress your balls, you have this huge hard on, you feel my breath warm against you as I tease you, and you want it badly, have to feel my mouth on you. You know what I'm waiting for and so you bury both your hands in my long hair and bring my face to your cock, I take you into my mouth, one hand massaging the shaft of your cock the other still playing with your balls. I play with your cock, running my tongue all around the head, grazing lightly with my teeth and then taking you deeper, sucking gently at first, then harder, you know I'm savouring the taste of you, as I suck you I rub my pussy against your leg, you feel me wet and wanting, always wanting you....Feeling my arousal, the sensation of my mouth on you, the wanting of not having had me for so long all start to take their toll and you feel your climax building, I feel the slight tightening in your balls and I know you're going to come and I'm ready, wanting to swallow everything you have to give me. You reach that one moment when you're not totally in control, when you can't help but make those noises that betray your pleasure and the possibility that somewhere inside you there is still an element of vulnerability. Your hot come shoots straight down my throat as your grip on my hair tightens. I lick you clean as you lean against the door recovering from your orgasm. Your hands still in my hair, pull me up so you can kiss me and hold me close while you get your breath back. Pressed against your spent body I realise that we still haven't even spoken.