The way he touches me, the inner part of my thigh, when we're riding in the car together. The way that he smiles at me when we pull into the drive. Will we make it into the house before he's pulling on my dress? Before he pushes me back on the floor, lays me out right there in the front living room? We don't. We make it to the door, I struggle to insert the key as he brushes my whisper soft hair to the side, buries his face in my neck and sucks, licks, and tells me he can't wait to fuck me. I shiver. I want him inside of me. I've been craving him all day. I push open the door and it's kicked shut, I'm thrust against it, and his hands are wild. Magic hands with fingers that push and pull my clothes here and there. The urgency of his hands is matched with the urgency of my own. I fumble with his jeans, he kicks off his shoes, and in a matter of minutes the gloriousness of his naked flesh is on my flesh. I breathe in the salty masculine scent of him. My pussy starts to clench. Rivulets of excitement are already flooding my channel, and I cry out as he falls to his knees. The first touch of his kiss on my clitoris makes me gasp. I fist my hands in his hair, lift a leg over his shoulder and push forward. I want my flavor in his face. I want my scent on his mouth. I want to lick my cum off of his lips as we kiss. He tastes me, devours me, eats my cream as if he's starved for the taste of my musky sex. I cry out repeatedly as his fingers drum a beat inside of me. I squirt on him, and scream over and over again until I just can't take it any more and beg, plead for him to let me have his cock.

We make it three feet to the middle of the living room floor. I'm on my back, he's riding me, I'm hanging on and the pleasure is so intense I can barely breathe. Rockets are shooting off in my cunt as he pumps into me. I cry out as he slams into me. Then he stills. Softens. He slows his beat down so I can feel every single inch of his velvety smoothness. I cry out. I want more. I beg him, "Please, baby, please just a little faster. I want to cum all over you." He loves it when I beg. I plead some more and he relents. He hip thrusts me faster, harder, and longer, and I cum around him. I rake my manicured nails down his back time and time again, marking MY territory for what it is. Mine. Hands down all mine. I can't wait to feel the hot jet of his cum, and I scream. His hands fist in my hair and he uses my body the way I've been begging him to. Deep thrusts, bites on my neck, one hand squeezing my breast as he screams in my ear and shoots into me. The pleasure of him is ecstasy. I quiver. I cum. I release that pent up breath that I've had locked away inside of me since the moment I saw him today.

He makes me feel alive.