2 AM Texting

Behind the screen door, the living room glows blue from the TV. He is there on the couch waiting for me. As I come through the door his eyes greedily regard my exposed skin.

I straddle his lap and grip his face between my hands. His hands find the hem of my dress, which is thrown to the floor. I toss my head back as his teeth close over my nipple. His arms around my waist holding me still while he grinds up towards me.

And I'm wet and he's sexy and he's here. And his breath against my skin is sending shivery thrills up my spine. And his hands that grip me are strong. And he's hard and he's large and I know what this is with him.

So I rise slightly and then down, impaling myself. Rocking slowly at first, getting used to the fullness. And he's deep and his fingers dig into my hips. And I grind and bounce on his lap with fervent determination . I'm at the edge of that precipice when he takes control. Pumping into me furiously, with a cry I claim my prize.

A kiss goodbye, until I text him again.