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 is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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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

  5. thesmilingpilgrim says:

    Lol! hot stuff

    Liked by 1 person

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