I promise I'll make you moan.

It wasn't always the spur of the moment.
The buildup starts from early morning when you walk to kitchen in your soft robe.
A silver of leg here, bared torso there;
Cheeky grins and lowered lashes.

There was the deliberate bumping of hips,
The scrap of chest against chest, lips inches away.
Mint breath clouding up glasses, winks threw behind shoulders.
Lick your dry lips, run you hands across your body, hungry eyes stare.

Finally, you were isolated; catch your breath sweetheart, there's his call.
"Baby baby, I miss you."
Barely an hour smartass.
"I bet you think about me too. I can't wait to taste your skin. To lick across your inner thighs, I want to feel you writhing under me. God, you make me so hot. I'm still driving baby-"
Please... a gasp of pleasure, turn back. I'm calling in sick.
"You don't get away so easily baby. I'll call you."
Your moan was recieved by the dialtone.

Scrambled thoughts, heated sex, you could barely think. Confident fingers grazing and probing, sweet God.
A co-worker passes by, "Hey man, you okay?"
An animalistic growl in response. Surried footsteps and a moan of pleasure pain.
Tick tock tick tock.

Finally; you hurry out the office door, clicked footsteps on the cement stairs.
The sharp ringing penetrated your whore hazed mind.
"Hey baby, where are you?"
On my fucking way.
"I love it when you swear." and he hangs up.
Good God, that man was infuriating.

Change was everywhere as you paid the cab driver in front of your loft.
You rolled your eyes when he cursed at you and stumbled out, attacking the elevator with force.
You growled at the ding! and ran out, briefcase a distant second thought.
The door was unlocked, fucking exhibitionist.

He was fully dressed, smirking.
"Hey hun, how was work?"
Fuck you, you threw your briefcase somewhere off to your right.
"That's the general idea."
You loved this man.

Stalk, step by step, he stood like a Greek God, waiting.
You grabbed his hip, pressed it to yours and gyrated to the beat of the honking cars downstairs.
You rocked forward and he followed, the friction undoing you.
His mouth attached to yours, tongues fighting for dominance.
You shivered as he pulled on the hair at the nape of your neck.

Unbuckling, unzipping all to the sweet lilt of his moan.
Swimmer's build spread across swimmer's build.
Tongue swiping across ears, nibbling on necks.
Legs tangled together, across hips and sex.

Sweat slicked body up and down up and down.
Remember to breathe, pant, groan oh God.
Lick, suck, nibble, pound in a variety of order.
The whole loft shook.

Your hands ran up and down his frame,
post-coital cuddle, dinner forgotten.
His tanned stomach flexed as he dozed.
Pretty, pretty, I love you.

"Me too."