I’ve just arrived back from my travels, weary, but happy to be back home. You’ve just pulled up outside the airport with that enchanting smile of yours visible from yards away. I quickly put the luggage in the trunk and hop inside as you pull away and head home. On the way, we make conversation about how travel went, but underneath the discussion there is an unspoken tension, an electric charge between the two of us, waiting to be unleashed.
As we chat, your hand ends up on my thigh, and slowly creeps it’s way up my leg towards my crotch. It’s a completely unconscious movement, but one we’re soon both aware of. We glance at each other and see the desire building in the other’s eyes. We know it’s going to be a long, exhausting night.
We pull into the garage and unload the car. As we walk into the house, I drop my bags to the floor, turn around and pin you to the door. I use my hand to turn your head to the side, brush your hair behind your ear, and whisper into it, “I want you. Now.”