Taste This for Me

Her hands on my head, my hands on her hips, our rhythm perfect. My fit inside of her perfect. No words were spoken after that, no music playing in the background or adjusting positions. Just the sounds of her wetness absorbing my hardness. Just the sounds of pleasure before the dawn hours.


At first I thought it was in my head but every time I ignored it the knock got louder. Getting up from my desk, having to hold the wall for a second not realizing how much I’d drank I walked to the door.

Looking out the window I recognized her car. I wasn’t sure what she was doing here but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t smile.

Opening the door, her bouncing from one foot to the next in the short dress she stepped inside and hugged me. Her body sinking into mines, sucking up my warmth. For minutes nothing was said, neither of us moved. My back against the door, my hands rubbing her back, rubbing her ass. Her squeezing me like I’d run away if she let go.

“How did you know I didn’t have company?” I said it playfully but I was serious.

“Fuck whatever…

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