We started talking again. Got clarification, made confessions, and generally caught up with each other.

We arranged a meeting and followed through. This is all still very fresh in my mind as I can still feel him between my legs and remember his mouth not stopping for one second.

Same time. Same place. Same room. But this morning, it was different...

I got there first, got a room, and waited. He arrived shortly after, came to the room, and locked the door. I started undressing and stood there naked, watching him take off his shirt and he popped a button. I looked at him, running my eyes over his chest and stomach, thinking how excited I am to be seeing him again and I couldn't wait anymore. I moved in and greeted him with my mouth letting my hands roam his upper body whilst he was trying his best to remove his pants.

Somehow, he was successful, and we went to the bed where I straddled him rubbing myself against him so he can feel how wet he makes me. I want him inside me with a need so extreme that it would all be so easy. But I am enjoying the feeling of him against me and his lips on me exploring whatever area it can reach and I am happy.

He gets a condom and slides into me. Not moving, we stay like this for a few seconds simply kissing and then we start to slowly move together. Allowing each other the time needed for the unspoken craving between us. Words are spoken and comments are made. I tell him to get on top and fuck me, which he doesn't hesitate to do. He fucks me hard and my moans turn into little yelps of pleasure and my word, I have missed this. I remember only one other time being this loud and brave with my words. I want to quiet down but I can't. He stills his movements taking a very short breather before starting up again and the alarm goes off, telling us we have to stop. We can't stop. We don't want to stop.

Slowly again after a quick discussion to only go for two more minutes, I can feel every inch of him as he enters me and exits even slower, making the minutes count. This makes my legs quiver and my eyes glaze over with lust. He picks up the pace again closing his eyes and I tell him to look at me. I want him to see my face, to see how he makes me feel and our eyes meet, our mouths meet. My nails are digging into the skin on his back, and I tell him not to stop as we both cum. He removes himself quite fast - following the accident he mentions that he at least came inside the condom, and I laugh a bit inside myself at the irony of that comment.

We are both laying on the bed now, just catching our breath. I move toward him, and we start kissing again quite amazed that we could both go for more. But we don't. We must leave. I feel disoriented with my legs shaking still. I try to fix my hair which seems like a lost cause, and I press my hands against the wall in an effort to breathe. He comes up behind me, his hand starts on my back and moves to my front. Tells me I'm okay, just to breathe.

He mentions that we're standing in front of the mirror and I look. I see him standing behind me, and I notice for the first time how tall he actually is. His mouth does things to me again. He has me wanting it again, I turn around and take his mouth letting our tongues talk. He responds by picking me up against the wall continuing the conversation.

We have to be responsible; we have to leave.

We start dressing and check everything. I move toward the door, and he says wait. He kisses me again with his hand making it's way into my pants for a quick tease before we manage to actually leave.