10 o'clock at night

It's about 10 o'clock at night when you hear a ring on your doorbell. You work your way down the stairs to the door, unlock it, and there I am beaming at you with an almost sinister smile. We both say hello, and I walk in. No sooner do you finish locking the door than you feel one hand on your waist. You turn yourself around, and no sooner than a second after meeting my eyes, my body is up against yours, pushing you against the door. The hand on your waist keeps you close to me at all times, while my other hand moves into your hair. I look at your lips, and you instantly know what I'm thinking. Seconds later, my soft lips are brushing past yours as we kiss. My hand can only really be described as massaging the back of your head as I slowly smooth through your hair. While kissing, I would every now and again bite your lip, and then a cheeky smile forms on both our faces.

After what feels like hours—probably about three minutes—of slow kissing and grinding bodies, I begin to move my kisses to your neck, and as I do, I move my hand from your hair to about three inches above your knee. As I kiss your neck, I begin doing a slow, continuous figure-of-eight motion just on the inside of your leg. You can feel it through your jeans, and as my kisses start to move further down your neck, the eights begin to slowly move up the inside of your leg. My kisses are starting to become light bites the higher my finger moves. Just as I reach the top of your jeans, I lightly bite your ear. You can feel my finger ever so lightly through the fabric exactly where you're most sensitive. I move my hand up to your waistband and pop the button on your jeans; the zip doesn't take long in working its way down. I slip my fingers down your jeans, in between them and your knickers. As my fingers move down, you feel one brush past your most tender spot as it continues to go down.