I knock on the door, trembling with anticipation. I take a deep breath of chilly air, filling my lungs with the crispness. I'm impatient. I knock again, and the door is flung open. I smile with relief and gratification. It was starting to get cold.
Without any words, he pulls me in and closed the door, kissing me passionately and deeply, pressing my body against the wall in the foyer. He takes control of me, wrapping his arms around my waist, greedily tasting me. Already I have began a river.
Without letting me go, we walk to the stairs, me backward, him forwards, taking small baby steps. One step, two, three...goddamn there are too many stairs. I have already taken off his plain white shirt and he is impatiently working the buttons of mine.
We finally make it to his room, and he hastily pushes me in, closing the door behind him. He presses me to the wall, raising my hands above my head, nipping my lower lip, his pelvis pressed against mine. I feel his cock bulging under his pants and I moan with eagerness.
He lowers his kisses, tasting the sweetness of my body, rubbing his unshaven chin in my breasts, rasping me. I manage my hands free, now able to run my fingers though his hair. I touch the side of his mouth with my thumb, feeling the softness. He kisses me again.
I pull him to the bed, him on top of me. He puts his knee between my legs, pressing gently, making me moan. I'm soaked. He kisses so well, half the fun of our foreplay. My lips are still bruised from the previous lovemaking session days ago. But his mouth, his lips...its all worth it to feel them now.