When I walk in the door, I want you to be waiting for me. I want you to be ready for me. I want you grab me by my hips as soon as I am close enough and pull them against yours, walking forward, forcing me to step back. I want you to back me up against the wall and pin me there with your body, whispering in my ear how bad you want me. I want you to kiss my neck and chest while my hands wander up and down your back, until you grab them and put them above my head, holding both of my hands in one of yours. I want you to rock your hips against me so I can feel you growing while your free hand wanders from my hips to my breasts, grabbing and squeezing through my shirt. I want you to kiss my mouth and bite my bottom lip just hard enough to hurt. I want you pressed up against me so I can feel your cock's reaction to my moans.