"I've been waiting to do this again all day," he spoke, his voice breathy, and heavy. He closed my apartment door behind him, immediately gripping my waist, pulling me closer to him.
His lips were on me imminently, and he was acting like this was the last time we'd ever have the chance to do this.
His words made me melt, and that's exactly what I did, clinging onto him as his lips worked their way towards my neck, making my head roll back.
His hands slid down my sides, fingers pressing into my skin as if trying to memorise every inch of me. I almost wanted to tell him that he would stay like this, etched in my mind forevermore.
I could feel his breath hot against my neck, each kiss sending shivers down my spine. I tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine, and he helped me, pulling it off and tossing it aside. That was a thought for the morning.
It was almost illegal how he looked shirtless. From all his recent travelling, and just generally outdoorsy nature, his skin was tanned, only the slightest tan line protruding from his waistline.
His hands found the hem of my shirt next, lifting it slowly, teasingly, as his lips continued their assault on my neck. When he finally pulled it over my head, he paused for a moment, his eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over me.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Butterflies whirling, I responded by pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair as I took charge, kissing him deeply, desperately. His hands moved to my hips, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to my sofa, where we had been only a week or so earlier, both unaware of what was to come. He laid me down gently, his body pressing against mine as he kissed me again, his hands exploring every part of me they could reach.
We fumbled with each other's clothes, a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, until finally, we were skin to skin. The sensation was electric, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.
In a matter of seconds, he was picking me up once again, and I sat straddled around his waist, his muscular arms and hands keeping me upright as he carried me to my bedroom. He laid me down gently onto my bed, and then he paused — his eyes locking with mine, asking a silent question, and I nodded, my body arching towards him in response.
He kissed me deeply, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and desperately new. Each touch, each kiss, seemed to ignite something inside me, a fire that burned hotter with every moment. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curve of my spine, the line of my jaw, and even lower, until I was trembling beneath him.
He shifted, his mouth moving lower, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When his lips found my breast, I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. He took his time, his tongue teasing, his teeth grazing just enough to drive me wild. When he finally moved lower, kissing his way down my stomach, my breath caught in my throat.
He paused, his eyes meeting mine once more, and the look in them was enough to make my heart race. Then he continued, his mouth finding the most sensitive part of me, and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips.
It came out in the form of his name, and his grip on me tightened, so it was clear to see the effect it had on him.
I was lost in the sensation, my body responding to him in ways I couldn't control. When he finally came back up, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss, I could taste myself on him, and it only made me want him more.
And if that wasn't enough already, he lined himself up, filling me up in ways I hadn't thought imaginable. He was good a multitasking, his mouth not leaving my neck as he moved, and the pleasure was attacking every part of my body. It almost didn't even feel real.
