We had just returned from dinner,where I’d been teasing him with my gaze and light touches all evening.In the elevator,we held back,but once on the stairs I knew he was watching—my skirt swaying,no panties underneath.I turned,caught his eyes,and whispered,“I want you right now.”The moment the door closed,I tore open his shirt,dropped to my knees,and wrapped my lips around him,tasting what I’d been craving all night.My hands gripped his thighs as his pulse raced,but it wasn’t enough.I lay back on the bed,pulling him over me.He entered me hard and deep,our bodies moving in a wild,urgent rhythm.Every thrust sent waves through me—pure heat,raw lust—until we both shattered together,trembling,clinging to each other in the afterglow,knowing this was only the beginning of our night.
