“God, I want you,” he moans.
“I’m all yours.” My voice is low and soft and laced with so much lust. If he wanted me here, right now, against this door, then I would happily give myself to him. His hands go to my jacket and he pulls it back and down, sliding it down my arms and I take his off in return. We slid out of our shoes and I hastily take off my socks. We were both breathing heavily, trying to get enough of each other, practically ripping off our clothes.
His hand grasps the back of my thighs and in one fowl swoop, he lifts me up, using the door to support majority of my weight. I wrap my legs around his hips, just as quickly as he lifts me.
“Wrap your hands around my neck, baby,” he whispers, and I follow his instructions. I wrap my hands around his neck and support myself up
