The door closed and he pulled me in closer. He smells incredible -the scent is soft, like a bar of milk-white soap, but with the undertone of his musk. I inhale and crave him. His fingers run up through my dark hair near the nape of my neck. I grasp his shirt. All I want is him. I can't help that my hands run down to his belt. I notice my breath becomes deeper as his lips graze mine. His hands travel down my back and to my plumb firm butt, (I pride myself on my squats), and he simultaneously squeezes and pulls me into his hips.
Both of us are in jeans, and his pants are haphazardly undone -belt, button and zipper. Shirts have been done away with by now. My eyes are drawn to the contours of his arms and shoulders. Before you know it, we're in bed. I'm sitting on top of him in my lacy bra I lean over and kiss him. His stubble from the day is rough on my skin, but I find it oddly invigorating. I tease his earlobe in my mouth. Between my lips and licks I'm sure he can hear my satisfactory exhale. He grabs onto my thighs in affirmation. Kissing becomes intense and I feel my face start to flush. My panties are beyond wet.