We don't make it up the stairs without his hands on me.
Third step and he pushes up under my shirt from behind, his palms spreading flat and warm across my stomach, and before I decide anything my back is already pressing into him. His mouth finds my neck and his teeth sink in slowly, like he wants me to feel every second of it, and the sting blooms through my chest and down between my thighs and I grab the banister because my knees have simply stopped.
"Keep moving," he says against my neck, and his voice has dropped to something I have never heard from him in daylight, something that makes my p***y throb with a single word.
Fifth step and I spin around because I cannot help it and his mouth comes down on mine hard and his hand fists in my hair and the pull of it, that sharp sweet pull
