I could feel your presence - passionate, intense like the eye of a hurricane - just outside the door. My fingers hesitated on the lock for just a moment - a heartbeat - before letting you in. You slipped in, as silent and light footed as a shadow, simultaneously locking the door and, pushing me against the wall with your slim body. I folded beneath the slight pressure of your mouth, both urgent and exquisitely, painfully slow. My breath caught in my chest, head spinning with vertigo. And before I knew it, you sank to your knees and began removing my pants with your teeth.