Work in progress: Really?

 A gentle warmth on your arm forces your mind and eyes to begin to focus.  That same warmth becomes a timid tap as you realize that you are standing, shivering in the rain infront of the most beautiful woman in the world, who is also standing, shivering in the same rain.  Before you can stop yourself, she is really in your arms this time, your mouth over taking hers.  

She struggles for a breif moment, mainly out of reflex, but then quickly melts into you.  Kissing you back with a fire that is almost alien in ferocity.  Her nevers are all on fire, she is very aware of every drop of rain and brush of your skin.  The jarring contrast between the tempetures is driving her mind wild, and that is just the skin on her arms.  The things your mouth and lips are doing to her is absolutly, well mind numbing.  You can hear her moaning, gently, and you realize that your little day dream may come to reality if you are not careful.  Slowly you part her lips with your tongue to explore the hot wet depths, to know what she tastes like.   She timidly abliges and kisses back, slowly wrapping her all too talented tongue around yours, ticking the bottom with her silver bar bell. 

You try to pull away, so that you can guide her into your home, but everytime you do her iron like grip brings you closer to her body.  She is ready to go, and her need is very great and quickly soaking her into her pants.  You attpent a few more futile times to pull away and walk into your home, just because it feels soo good to have her pull and hold you in place.  But you can now feel the cold from the rain chilling your bones, so with out breaking the kiss you bend down and scoop her up into your arms.  Amazingly she fits perfectly.  Her warmth in your arms, her lips pressed to your own, you want to take her right now. 

Walking to your home, strickly off instinct, you find yourself becoming more and more atracted to this woman.  Your member is soo hard now it aches, and you are sure that you have left your own wet spot on the front of your jeans.  Her kisses are becomig more ugernet, more passionate and your head begins to swim.  Every step you take toward your door is blissful agony.  

On the threshold you run into a bit of a problem, you can't open the door in your current position. You stand there, still kissing and exploring her, trying to figure out what to do, knowing she probally will not let you set her down, you really do not want to kick it in, nor are you sure that you can with her in your arms.  Just as you start to move to put her down, you open your eyes and the door is open.  You can feel a smile play at her lips around a freshly renewed kiss.  Your arms were busy.  Hers were basically free.  A stray thought runs through your mind: "I always aim to please."