‘Fuck me’, she whispered into the air above my head as my mouth edged along her throat. I squeezed her ass harder and with both hands, lifting and spreading as I did. Her chin dropped, and between pants she whispered into my ear, ‘I live close by’. I slid my hand up to the top of her shirt, and scratched a line down her chest as I pulled it down. I bent slowly to kiss the tops of her pale breasts. She hunched and exhaled. I have always loved paleness. It is innocence, it is exposure… it is clean, untouched… skin that quivers, it’s pull reaches and tugs within me.

I pushed further down, under her bra, sucked her nipple into my mouth. Felt adrenaline pump into my veins. How does that happen anyway? Where does it come from? Suddenly, just there, changing everything. Her nipple was so taut, it made it easy to flick with my tongue and graze with my teeth, I felt happy, energetic, powerful. I pushed harder into her, then felt things tightening in myself, she moaned. It rifled through me. I lifted my mouth, covered hers with it, and ate hungrily. My fingers took up where my mouth had been, I used the wetness there, and was not gentle. Her face was skyward again, but she was panting now, knees bent her hips pushing out and into me. Yes, yes, want… surging in us both now. I must decide, fuck her ‘indeed’, but where?