The heavy pine door swings shut with a heavy thud behind us, as I grab you by your wrist and spin your light frame against the wall. My left hand goes instinctively to your throat, holding you against the cold wall. Your eyes flash and you try and push towards me to allow our lips and tongues meet again, teasing and playing with each other as they were outside as we struggled to get the door unlocked.
My grip is firm and dominant and I trace my right hand down the curve of your body. Brushing over your breast, pausing to give your already hard nipple a twist through the fabric of your dress. My hand slowly caresses down your tight stomach and the outside of your thigh till it finds the hem of your dress. My rough fingers dragging against your skin as I pull your dress upwards revealing you.