“STRIP”

As soon as the door closes behind us, I am on you like white on rice.

I push you back against the wall, grab a handful of your hair, jerk your head back, then sideways.  Your eyes widen and you try not to resist me.  Your head lands up against the wood as I push myself up against you, my hot sexy mouth on yours.  I open my mouth, forcing your lips apart, your arms automatically go around my waist while you pull me harder against you and seek my tongue out with yours, you try to strain forward against my grip to get more of my kiss, so I pull harder on your hair, reaching for you at the same time while I keep you from getting more of me.  I push my provocative hips forward to get contact with your cock, wanting to feel its hardness against me.  I grind my pelvis against you close, even closer, but not close enough.

I pull suddenly away, your head is still held back by my fingers that are twisted in your hair.  Your entire body strains to get to me, but you really know better than to try.  While we are both breathing hard, I release my grip on you.

“Hands behind your head,” I command of you.

You immediately comply, interlocking your fingers behind your head, your gaze fixed on me.

I step slowly back, sizing you up and down, noticing the outline of your cock rock hard against the front of your jeans.  You wait, watching me, slightly self-conscious under my   scrutiny of you.  I see that you are struggling not to make a smart ass remark in the silence between us.  You are very uncomfortable and want to break the tension.  I savor the flavor of your unease, taking my sweet time.

“Strip, boy.”

Your eyes locked on me, you quickly shed your clothes and stand back in position with bated breath, waiting for my next command….