We were lying naked, tangled up in each others' arms.
We decided to meet despite the long, tiresome day we'd had. I was fortunate enough to get a nap so I decided to treat him to a relaxing massage. The massage, very quickly, turned erotic.
How could it not? Having a man's skin in my hands is such a rare, scrumptious treat.
In the after, we curled up together. I could feel his muscles twitch and his breaths grow slower. I knew he was dozing off.
I tried to pull away from him quietly. I was going to let myself out. His eyes opened.
"There's no way in hell I'm letting you walk out alone."
I smiled as I slipped from under the sheets and into my clothing, once strewn around his bedroom. He pulled himself up slowly from the bed and wrapped his arms around my waist. He was groggy and I needed to get going.
Instead, we began kissing again.
"I'm all outta juice." he said, pressing his head into my chest.
"I know, baby. I'm gonna get out of here so you can sleep."
He stood and put on a pair of loose gym shorts. Mmmmm... I do love how he feels in those shorts but I was behaving myself. Until, in the doorway of his bedroom, he took my hand and placed it purposely.
He definitely wasn't out of juice.
We walked hand in hand down the hallway and into his kitchen. His hand slid under my shirt and grazed my lower back. He was kissing my neck as I gathered my purse, my phone and my car keys.
I turned to kiss him goodbye but soon realized that I wasn't going anywhere. No words were spoken as I slipped my hands into those soft loose shorts... and found anything but softness.
Both of us were panting and pulling at the clothing we had just put on, a minute earlier.
He turned me around and from behind, slid one hand into the front of my jeans, another into my shirt. I unfastened myself and let the jeans fall to my ankles as I leaned forward over the kitchen table. Quickly, he was on his knees and savoring me. I was already moist and willing.
His shorts were kicked across the tile floor as he took me. I let out a surprised gasp as he thrust inside me. I was still a little sore from the hours we'd spent together the previous night but the intensity of his silent forcefulness turned me on even more.
I was bent over his kitchen table in the darkness of his house at 12:40 a.m. with candle light flickering near us.
I felt him slide out and begin to explore... the other option. I leaned back into him and encouraged it.
"Do it. I want it. I want you."
Slowly he pushed into me. He was taking my breath away with every bit of penetration. Soon we were able to build into a rhythm of skin-to-skin percussion that echoed throughout the kitchen.
Faster and faster we pounded into each other. I watched the wax from the still burning candle splash out of it's glass jar and onto the wooden table. I couldn't help but moan loudly. This was totally unexpected, exciting and exhilarating.
He was filling me up.
We both exploded into shaking fits and weak legs. I am not sure who was holding whom. Between the both of us, amazingly we remained standing.
I turned to face him again and we both burst into laughter.
"I thought you were going to walk me out. Not fuck me out."
We, once again, pulled on our clothing and hand in hand, walked to my car. As we stood leaning against the car, lit only by the gorgeous moon hanging low overhead, we began kissing again.
"Nope!" I put my hand to his mouth, "Can't do this! You go back inside and sleep."
I sat in the driver's seat, closed the door and rolled down my window. He reached in, his hands in my hair and kissed me more. It was only when I put the car in reverse that we finally pulled apart.
Then he stood in his driveway and watched as I drove away.