The tension between us melted away while we were out, and by the time we got back to my place, I knew he was staying the night. I blame his smile -sexy, mischievous, dangerous - he turns me into putty in his hands. 

I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and he followed shortly thereafter, pressing my back up against the sink. He drew his lips gently over the skin of my neck, as his hands started to remove my clothes. He held me up against the counter and slid his fingers into me, easily bringing me to orgasm as he kissed me. Once, twice all the while littering the kitchen floor with my clothes. A sweater here, a dress there, until I was completely naked. 

I finally regained enough sense in between orgasms to start undressing him as well. I asked him if he wanted to move this to somewhere more comfortable and he just smiled that smile and said “I want to watch you come again.” One more time his fingers found the spot that made me shake.

He turned me around, bent me over, and slid his perfect cock inside me. I shook and moaned as he fucked me expertly, coming over and over and over again. My legs twitched and my knees wanted to buckle, but I held on to the edge of that sink for dear life, until we were both in the throes of orgasm. 

I will never be able to walk up to that sink again without getting a little weak in the knees…