<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DZcDhYLX0AItBmM.jpg)</div>Of course he was waiting on my arrival. Watching. Anticipating. That would be delightfully out of his routine and do just enough to keep me on my toes. My arm paused on the way down from lifting the water bottle to my lips as your voice, the tone – that<em>name</em>– sent shivers down my spine and made me swallow in one big gulp.<br/><br/>Turning slowly, I faced you. Partner, adversary, lover, dominant, all rolled into one sexy-as-hell package that I had come to the realization I was powerless to resist once in your presence. Oh, but to give in felt so fucking good it was a goddamn chemical high. The water safely found its way to the countertop as my eyes found their way to your dangerous gaze, my mouth pursed at the ready as retorts rolled through my thoughts, debating and weighing the reactions each would get until you beat me to the punch.<br/><br/>That first kiss, your hand tilting my chin back enough so my lips fit to yours, body poised for your taller frame even in my low heels, is like a slow sip of delicious red wine. It has me grinning, spread warmth through my system. “You sent one message…” I murmur against your lips before giving into the sin of it all.<br/><br/>The greeting turns much more decadent as the kiss deepens. My arms loop around your shoulders, hips press in against yours, and it isn’t until those long fingers of yours press against the back of my neck, and your thumb next to my windpipe that I realize the hold you’ve put on me. I’d been too caught up in the sensations of being back against you – it had barely been 72 hours since I’d left this house the last time – I’d missed the possessive, intent edge you’d put on our embrace.<br/><br/>I didn’t miss that cock against my stomach. My right hand was busy snaking down your chest and trying to squeeze between our clasped forms while you shifted my head back just enough so I could find the burning promise in your gaze and clearly hear that fucking menacing plan of yours, followed about an equally as dirty question.<br/><br/>There’s a flash of widening in my blue eyes. That initial second of uncertainty that I could take all the teasing and lust you had to dish out before breaking, begging to get off, pushes through my system a few heartbeats. The black lashes around my gaze narrow then, and the knowing grin tilts my lips to one side as my palm finally grasps your cock through your pants, squeezing it with promise. It was always so easy to fall down the chasm of lust with you. “That was what… five? Maybe six hours?”<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.yourtango.com/sites/default/files/tumblr_nnwhgq3e631qd8w33o1_500.gif)</div><br/>The clothes that we both have on are quickly becoming too restricting. My breath and pulse hasten as I lean forward, into your hold, into your space, my lips finding the lobe of your ear and the tender skin of your neck right below it. “C’mon handsome…” I drawl out slowly there, kissing and giving one slow, antagonizing lick as my fingers sneak beneath the waistband of your pants to wrap around that turgid, pulsing length. “That’s not even our record…”<br/><br/>My rapid pulse and death grip on your shoulder with my free hand betray my knowledge that I’m teasing your beast, almost blatantly asking for more. But your monster is one I have yet to find a way to resist.<br/><br/>