She was giddy with anticipation; he'd said he was 40 miles away. That left her enough time to get her shower in and have the red outfit on, surprising him in the process. He was really coming this time, she thought. The last time she had seen him, he'd had her panting in less than 5 minutes. He seemed to know just how to pull her hair to make her go from completely normal to a sex crazed lunatic in an instant. Well, this time, he'd be able to finish what he'd started.
She stepped out of the shower and looked at her phone for the thousandth time. No missed calls or texts. Hmmm. I wonder if he's lost. She wrapped the towel around her and went into the living room, intending to have a seat and call him and see what was keeping him.
As she passed thru her bedroom door to the living room, there was a knock at the door. Oh lord, who could that be? Not him. She didn't tell him how to get to her building. She went to look thru the peephole and saw the flesh of a finger. Her heart skipped a beat. Was that him? Oh please please let it be him. She felt herself get wet at the thought.
She cracked the door and there he was. Her mouth started to water he looked so good. They made a little small talk as she closed the door, still wrapped in the towel. "I just got out of the shower," she explained, "I'm still dripping, see?" She reached up and put her hand behind his head and stretched up on her tippy toes to bring their lips together.
This was no chaste kiss. Tongues intertwined, teased, lips were bitten, alternatively sucked on, brought to the edge of excitement but not letting the full force of it out.
She felt herself starting to be pushed back slowly. She stepped back with his urging and found herself against the wall. Wow, she thought, I've always wanted this. And it feels as good as I thought it would. He ran his hands down her arms and held her hands.
Suddenly, he pulled them up above her head, pinning her to the wall. The towel fell away from her body, leaving her completely naked to him. She could imagine what he saw: her arms above her head, head against the wall, her breasts thrust forward and heaving with excitement.
She leaned forward to continue kissing him but he wouldn't allow her to, drawing his head back just far enough that she missed every time. Instead of getting frustrated like always, she was getting more excited. Someone was finally taking charge. And she loved that.
He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, wanting him to not stop, loving the feel of his tongue on her hard nipple, his teeth nipping at it. He switched back and forth, making both nipples tight and hard as rocks. He kissed his way back up her neck, taking her mouth in his, releasing her hands in that moment.
She took advantage and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, moving faster and faster over his lips, pressing her body more into his. She wanted that full body contact, craved it. And he obliged, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him.
He pulled her away from the wall, still kissing her, and slowly pushed her in the direction of the kitchen. She knew what he wanted but desired to hear the words come from him. Something cold pressed into the small of her back, announcing their arrival to the kitchen counter.
"I think you need to get on the counter," he said. Glancing back, she saw it was still cleared of any debris. She turned back to him and went back to kissing him, running her hands along his arms, shoulders, back of his neck, thru his short hair. He went to pick her up and she pulled herself on the counter before he had the chance.
