You come in with your jacket still on. I don’t get up.

“Come here.” Not steady. I don’t fix it.

You cross the room and I take your jaw and kiss you before you’ve decided where your hands go. Your belt takes me two tries. Jacket on the floor, shirt after it, and then I have my hand around your cock and it’s already hard and heavy and I say so out loud.

“I’ve been thinking about this cock all day.” I get one wet stroke out of it.

I go down on the floor of my own room with my hair falling in my face. I take you deep until I feel you at the back of my throat and I don’t stop, I breathe through my nose and take more, and when I gag I don’t hide it. Saliva down my chin. My hand working the rest of you while I suck. You say my name with your hand in my hair and I feel it in my cunt.

Then you pull me up by the arm and put me on the bed, and I don’t wait for you. I lie back, knees wide, two fingers spreading myself open where you can see it, and I watch your face while you look.

You kneel. Your tongue comes up through me flat and slow and you don’t hurry it, and I want to watch you do it. I can’t. My neck won’t hold my head up, so I get a hand in your hair and hold your face where it is. You find my clit and suck it and I say something that isn’t a word. “Don’t move.” I’m wet enough that it’s running. I can hear it. I don’t care who hears it. You get two fingers in me and curl them and my heel goes into your back and stays there.