I know that look in your eyes. That look, as your eyes lock on mine. The stare is intense, almost angry. I want to avert my gaze, but I cannot. I fix my eyes on you, on your face, on the lines of your jawbone.

You reach behind me. I stay still, anticipation building in my body. "Take your top off," you tell me in a growl. As I slowly pull my shirt over my head, you take it from me and rip it off my arms. You grab for my hair, twisting it into a knot to hold me still.

Your mouth meets mine. This is where I can feel the tension in your body, your need for me, building in your lips and moving into me. Kisses and kisses and more kisses, your tongue in my mouth, pulling me closer to you with each movement. My face is smashed underneath yours. I cannot move. You keep kissing me, increasing the intensity and my desire. Your other hand reaches me, grabbing my breast. I can feel myself begin to sag, my legs weakening as you touch me.

You pull away, just enough to murmur into my mouth, "Do you want me?" "Yes," I reply, barely audible. "Do you love me?" "Yes."

"Good," you tell me, as you walk away.