You come home from an unenjoyable day. Your shoes come off and you slump into the couch, hands over your eyes in tired relief. After a few minutes of lying there motionless you come to the conclusion that this is not going to fix the day. You take out your phone and text me, telling me to come over. I will be there in an hour.
You take the time to have a shower and something to eat, that helps a little. Right on the hour you hear a knock on the door. You open it to me standing there, looking almost as worn out as you feel, messy hair, loosened tie, worn face.
We sit at the table, exchange pleasantries and chat for a little while. There is a break in the conversation. You look me in the eyes with a kind of tension and demand I had never seen before.
"We need to have sex," you state as a monotone order. This is all the instruction I need.
I stand and rush over to you and immediately put my mouth to yours. You awkwardly stand as we kiss quickly and with purpose. As soon as you are standing I grab your waist, tightly but not roughly, and slowly push you backward until your back rests against the wall. I am setting the pace and you don't mind.
My left hand begins to quickly slide up from your waist until I hold your cheek in my palm. I slide my fingers into your hair as I begin to kiss your neck. At first I kiss carefully, cherishing the moment, but slowly I increase in intensity. You feel my kisses go deeper into your neck, my teeth occasionally brushing against your skin. My fingers grasp your hair, pulling slightly, forcing your neck at an angle so my mouth has easier access.
You wrap a leg around mine, calves now resting against each other. My right hand ventures up, along your back and I undo your bra. It falls unnoticed to the floor as our passions intensify. Your hands go to begin to undo my tie. I quickly let go of your hair and grab your wrists. I pin each of your hands against the wall. You push against me, testing my strength, you cannot move.
I now pull your hands up above you and move them together. I can now hold them both with one hand. My free hand darts back to your waist. We continue to kiss, each seeming to try to dive into the other. My free hand begins exploring your body, your back, your neck, your ass and finally your breast. My fingers are strong against your skin, grabbing you in a half-massage, half --controlling way.
We stand like this, lips locked, your body pinned against the wall, for what seems like an exciting few minutes but you suspect is longer. You can feel the expectation welling up inside you. You can feel my shaft through the various layers of clothing, a bulge pressing ever harder against you.
I release your arms. You go to embrace me but I move too quickly. I crouch down, my face level with your belly, my fingers draped over the edge of your pants. I kiss your middle as I slowly begin to pull your pants down, taking your underwear with them. Your hands come to rest on my head, fingers running through my hair. You feel the air begin to flow around your legs as your pants slide against your thighs, then your calves.
You step out of your pants, carefully, so as not to hinder me kissing you. My hands now begin to move up the back of your legs, without your pants. I grab your butt vigorously. My head now moves further down your body. At first I kiss the top of your right leg, your hip, waist and thigh. I begin to move over to the left. The feeling inside you grows as you feel my breath on your pussy. I kiss the top of your left leg, your hip, waist and thigh.
I now begin to slowly stand as my kisses venture north. Despite your shirt still between my lips and your body you can feel the intensity of my passion. I kiss each breast in turn, hands still on your butt, gripping tightly. Now fully standing, I kiss your lips again. While my intensity has decreased slightly, you can still feel the fervour in my actions.
