Maria's Moves

I need her now, not later. My hand begins unfastening her shirt, my hands moving down, lifting her up, her back against the wall, as my mouth keeps kissing. My hand is pulling her dress up, moaning against her neck.

“Marcus, not here.” Her words stop me, why can she never just let loose, stop thinking sex is only for the bed, looking at her, I push my lips against hers, her moan quiet, I will carry her to bed if I have to, but I would rather just fuck her here and now.

Why does everything have to be planned? Why do I have to be in bed?

“Just once, just this once, please.” Looking at her, I wait. My lips pressing against her neck, her touch so soft and delicate, nothing like any other woman I have witnessed. She doesn’t pull me to her, she doesn’t go frantic for me, and she is always so calm.

“Bed, please, Marcus.” She looks at me, she means it, yet I don’t want that. I want her, but I don’t want the bed. I want something different. This is why we would never work alone. I can’t live a