She was always waiting for him. It only made the feeling in her stomach grow hotter, anticipation simmering, then boiling over. But that only happened when he would finally come to her.
She never knew when he would show up. Appearing out of the darkness, her lover in the shadows. Sometimes she would be walking down the street and arms would pull her into an alley; a calm word would stop her from screaming. Heated stares, hands sliding under clothing. Being almost carelessly shoved onto the boxes, her legs roughly parted, and...
...Or there was that time he slipped into the shower with her. Holding her hips so she wouldn't fall as he slid his tongue over her clit, moving her so the water fell across her hard nipples and down her belly. Her moans were muffled when he stood suddenly and caught her mouth in a fierce kiss, his fingers replacing his tongue, forcing her to an almost savage orgasm under the spray.
Nothing was like the first time though. She shivered in pleasure, remembering that night. Coming to that dark little club on a whim, letting the music float her into that corner, where she would look up and lock eyes with her desire. Riding on a wave fueled by a little alcohol and pure lust, she doesn't remember the small talk they shared, or really how she was led upstairs to the balcony overlooking the crowded room...
"Here."
"H-here?"
A hot kiss to the back of her neck, just under the hairline. His arms snaked around her tighter, pulling her back and hips against him. She could feel his arousal against the curve of her back, and she couldn't help but push against it, loving the tiny tremours that overcame him. The tables were soon turned when he slid a hand up, over her breasts, to hold her chin. Pulling her head back, he caught her mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue moving in slow, lazy circles, much like what his hips were doing. It was driving her mad. But...
