Three.

Can you hear the rain? 
It’s stormy out.
Deafening thunder, wild wind smack my window.
I can’t concentrate. 
The rain is my aphrodisiac and your naked body right in front of my face makes me crazy.
No. 
You are the crazy one.
You walk in front of me, with nothing on.
You tease me, with nothing said.
You caress me, with nothing touched.
I want you.

She puts her hair in a bun.
Rubs oil down her leg, licks her lip and stares at me.
Tension as thick as her thighs.
We are screaming at each other with pounding hearts, goose bumps and popping nerves,
Yearning for a release.
No words said.
She lays down, aggressively tosses the pillow at me
like me looking away, made her feel naked.
She wants me.

Another thunder strike.
I fling my laptop to the wall, 
I walk towards her in anger, 
she knows how to turn my keys. 
She makes me wait, I don’t like it. It works. 
No other lover has kept my interest like she has. 
I don’t like it. She’s too good. 
I try to get on top of her, she fights. My kind of girl. 
I pin both her hands down with one hand, oh heavens. 
I spread her legs, she folds it back, 
she smiles and shakes her head, “no”.

Her body is trembling, 
Her thighs cant stay still, 
She’s ready but won’t let me in, not yet. 
She’s talking back at me, very rude,
She has my heart.
I want her soul. 
But right this moment what I want more than anything else is to watch her explode harder than her whole shivering body can take.

“Shut my mouth, big daddy”.