lock the door. (m)


Lock the door. Right now.

The kids are out there.

I know. So lock the door.

I couldn’t even wait for him to turn around. I pulled every stitch from my body and grabbed him by the hand. I could always navigate the bedroom even with my eyes closed but not this time. Too distracted. I bumped into the bed and fell onto it, pulling him over me.

We can’t do this now…

Of course we can. Just a quickie. Door is locked. Kids are occupied… I want to be occupied…

I lifted his shirt and tossed it away. And I didn’t let him speak again. I grabbed his head and pulled it into the curve of my neck. Once he kissed me there, he forgot about the kids. I snuck my toes into his boxers and used my feet to push them to the floor.

After toying with my nipple for a moment, his hand slid down my body. His fingers quickly slipped between my thighs to see if I was ready for him. And when he felt the delicious dripping wetness, he groaned, low and soft. And I moaned.

I reached for him but I already knew he was ready. A couple of firm strokes and I brought him to me. Maybe it was the rush – the fear that one of the kids would knock on the door. Maybe it was my decision to just take. But he was inside me immediately. And I forgot to be quiet.

He almost laughed as he shushed me. He knew I struggled to stifle my moans. I smiled and bit my lip, but silence grew increasingly difficult. Oh hell, I was halfway there before I was fully undressed – of course I was already drowning in wave after wave of delicious intensity. And he fell in with me.

We collapsed, panting and desperate to recover before we were discovered. I collected my clothes as he dressed. While I straightened the bed, I told him to quietly join the kids without looking suspicious.

“You should go out there first. I’ll wait a few minutes…

Good idea.

Yeah, I’m full of fantastic ideas…


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About what sandra thinks

Sandra began writing when she was a sixth grader. She is a teller of stories through poetry, fiction, and tales from her own life. And she thinks too much. Read, think, enjoy, laugh.
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22 Responses to lock the door. (m)

  1. Miriam says:

    Wow. Love the intensity. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Al Lane says:

    Agreed. A fantastic idea!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Nomios says:

    Those are some of the best moments

    Liked by 1 person

  4. It is a fantastic idea! And a great write, good job!

    Liked by 1 person

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