Lunch Break

I’m at work when I hear your ringtone. You know I can’t play now. What are you up to? I have to wait until my break to check your message.

Oh, Goddess. You are a bad, bad man. My mouth goes dry as I listen. Every breathy word tells me what you want to do to me and what you’re doing at the thought of it. If only my break were long enough to call you back…

I’ve been waiting for you…

It’s been too long.  Your scent overwhelms me, quickly followed by your hands trying to touch me everywhere at once.  Your kisses set me on fire.  Clothes won’t come off fast enough.  We try to make it across the room but I stop and pull you to the floor.  I free you from your jeans at the same time you realize I’m naked under my dress.  We both sigh as you sink into me.  I’ve been waiting for you…

Where are you…

You’ve gotten quiet.  I miss our late-night conversations.  Hearing your voice.  Watching you smile.  But I know how to get your attention.

I’ll leave you a message.  Here, where I know you’ll see it.  I’ll tell you how I want you to kiss me, where I want you to touch me.  I’ll tell you how I ache for the feel of your skin, how I want you here with me right now.

I wonder where you’re off to.  I know, you won’t tell me.  You like to keep me guessing…

Withdrawal

You’ve been gone so long

Too long without the sound of your voice, the touch of your skin, the taste of your lips

I need a distraction to keep the ache at bay

Something to keep me from replaying your last message just to have you in my ear

I’ve sat on my hands more than once, wishing you were close enough to touch

To run my fingers through your hair, pull you close enough to catch your lips with mine

I need to feel your breath on my skin, your body heat, the weight of you above me

I need to feed this addiction

Come back soon…

Pardon me…

“…I think I dropped something.”

I push against your hip so you turn toward me, leaning back against the counter.  My lips find the spot on your chest right in front of me and work their way down.  You’re hard by the time I wrap my hands around you…

Leverage

I kiss my way up your chest, teasing your nipples.  Your hands are on my breasts, teasing mine.  I raise my hips enough to slide you inside me.  I put my hands over yours, holding them in place as I sit up and settle onto you.  You brace your arms as I push against you with each stroke.  I watch you while I twist my hips ever so slightly.  You’re breathing hard, almost ready.  I pick up speed and watch your eyes roll back.  My own release starts to ripple through me as you moan my name.  I feel your arms go slack and settle onto your chest.  Your lips find mine while the tremors fade.

Road Trip

We’ve talked about meeting for weeks.   The last few hours you’ve blown up my phone with all the things you want to do with me.  My replies have been just as steamy.  My phone chimes and I open your latest message.  A picture of what you’re doing, where you want my mouth, my hands…

The caption says “Call me.”  I dial your number.  You’re breathless when you answer.

“I need you now…”

“I can see that.”

I hear you groan as I purr in your ear.

“What would we do when I get there? Will you be shy? Or will you be hard and ready?”

You groan again.

“Do you want me to kiss you first or just start stroking your-”

I hear you start cussing about the door.  Your voice gets louder.  I’m still holding the phone to my ear when you pull the door open.

“Why don’t you let me finish that for you?”