Mei

He runs his thumb up the bridge of my nose, over my brow and down the side of my cheek. He smiles at me, pulls me towards him. He rests his forehead gently against mine, i catch his eye, look down, he lifts me, begins to trace his lips across mine, so softly. A kiss, gentle and tentative. 

His thumb slides down the side of my neck, we continue to kiss, and he coils his fingers around my throat. He pushes me backwards. Quickly. Pins me to the wall. He starts to kiss me raggedly. More aggression. My cheek is pushed flat to the wall. He gnaws at my neck, runs his tongue up and down its white pulsing expanse, he pushes the flat of his palm against my collar bone and squeezes tightly. I can feel my pulse against his fingers. His grip is strong. Arousing and unsettling. 

He finds my lips. Kisses more, again and again. I am breathing raggedly, my cunt aches and pulses. He pulls at my clothes, I was dressed to leave. Not anymore. He yanks down my top, my underwear, exposes my breasts, pale and stark. He takes a nipple in his mouth, sucks hard, bites. 

I am getting wet, I am off in my own half conscious world of pleasure, he has the power, he controls the air. Keep it that way, keep choking me, make me melt. I moan into his mouth as he brings his lips back up to mine. 

He lets go of my neck and I draw in a heavy breath, my legs feel weak and worthless. I smirk at him. 

Where are we? 

What are we doing?

Do I want more than this?

Do you?  

I tell him I should go, work, early, I rearrange my clothes. He doesn't try to stop me. Why doesn't he try to stop me? We reach the front door and kiss again, softly now. The passion flickers like an ember. I want to stay, whats stopping me? I break the kiss, look up at him, touch his cheek, and watch him watching me. I say goodbye and walk off into the night.