You never thought you would be in this predicament. You aren’t prepared. You have to at least forge that peace of mind. You’re scared and anxious, but you’re thrilled and flustered. Heat crawls up your body and broadens itself to your fingertips. The tickling sensation in your fingers and toes keep you distracted. It was dark. The room was no brighter than ebony. White haze shone through your window and you bite your lip in anticipation.

Just as you find yourself tickled with warmth, scarf, gloves and all bundling heat on your skin, you are immediately confiscated. Benedikt emerges through the bedroom door, his nose and cheeks tinted a bright pink from the winter’s frosty evening. He stops as you stare back. He smiles gently and it only takes five strides until he kisses your lips softly and begins on your coat, unbuttoning it swiftly. His lips, once soft against yours, now pressed deep, hard, and passionately. You pushed off your shoes, your gloves, and your coat. He rips your scarf from your neck. Clothes eventually began to swamp the floor. His heavy breathing is hot against your neck as he picks you up and slams you against the bed.

You open your legs invitingly, instinctively wrapping around his waist. Benedikt starts to tease you, whispering to you how much he wants you, how much he wants to fuck you. He kisses your neck, your collarbone and trails his way down. Sliding his hands from your hips to your rib cage, he slips them underneath and unclasps your bra with ease. It’s discarded easily. He takes advantage of your breasts and sucks them lightly into his mouth before slipping his hands down your sides teasingly. Getting a good hold of your hips, Benedikt kisses your stomach and along the top of your panties. You just want him in you now. You thread your fingers through his hair and arch your back.

“God, Benedikt!” You scream. “Just take me, God damn it!”

He drags his lip along your hipbone and looks up at you, grinning. He slowly presses his warm lips to the insides of your thighs. You grip the sheets beside you, looking for some release. “What’s that?” He whispered calmly.

His fingers hooked your panties and dragged them down; no sense of urgency detected in his motions. You grind your hips against the bed as you feel a great tension between your legs and pooling in your lower stomach. Your breathing picks up as he pulls off his own boxer briefs.

You’re writhing underneath him. You want him so bad. You want him inside of you, pumping his cock in and out until he throws you above and over. You dig your heels in his back, urging him to move quicker. His tip is at your entrance and you breathe out angrily, hurriedly. He leans down and presses his lips to yours and you moan into his mouth, your tongues fighting for dominance. He pushes himself into you, taking merciless long, deep slow strokes. You dip your head back in ecstasy, and he nips at your neck. He buries his nose in your collarbone, moaning himself as he works faster.

As he pumps, you meet his thrusts. You grip his shoulders as his drives himself into you harder, faster.

“For the love of God, if you don’t stop—”

But you wouldn’t. Benedikt pushed harder and you both continued to moan, almost there. You met his thrusts at the perfect moments. A cry of delight escaped your lips. His kept his thrusts going, riding out your orgasms. You felt warmness in you and you kissed him one last time, pulling him down on top of you. Both of you covered in slick layer sweat, Benedikt pulled you into his arms and you touched his body. Admiring his sculptured body, you caught your breath and kissed his chest.

Benedikt laughed lightly. “What are you doing?” He asked tiredly.

But you didn’t answer. You found yourself easily aroused again and painfully made a trail down his body. You pushed his legs apart and settled yourself on top of him, using his chest as your balance. You rocked your hips, feeling him hard inside of you once again. He gripped your hips and directed your rhythm. You let a little moan escape. You took control again and moved unbearably sluggish. Benedikt groaned.

“If you’re not going to do it right, let me do it,” he murmured gutturally.

You pumped him in and out faster, gripping his shoulders underneath you now. His hands latched onto your thighs and you rode him with every intent of driving him insane.

“God damn it—”

You smirked, working on him more until you slipped off and pushed his legs apart, dipping your head between them. You grabbed him with one hand and steadied yourself the other. You enveloped your lips on his member and teased his head with your tongue. He moaned, loudly. You began to slide your hand up and down his shaft, your mouth taking a follow. You brought his whole length into your mouth, completely out, and back down again. You could hear his panting—jagged, low—all signs of him almost to the point of cumming. You tore your lips from his shaft and pumped one last time before leaving him ready. He sat up almost instantly and pushed himself into you once last time.

Afterwards, you kissed his cheek, snuggling against him. “You’re very short-tempered,” you laugh.

He grinned, kissing your forehead. “Why do you think I get all those yellow cards?”