Indigo nods, biting her lip as I slam the door and rush around to the driver’s side. I drive away, and from the corner of my eye, I can see her squeezing her thighs together.

We arrive home in less than two minutes, my hand already in her panties as we enter the house.

My hand presses into her back and she pushes herself into my crotch, stealing a growl from me. I grab the back of her hair and hold her there, gently but firmly, so she has to look into my eyes. After a moment or two, I move down to worship her neck.

With each kiss planted on her, I’m apologizing, trying to make her understand that she’s mine. No matter how far I go and no matter how deep I drown.

My hands go for her ass, squeezing it, relishing it. She lets out a moan, pushing herself into me.

“Patience,” I whisper in her ear as I pinch one of her nipples through her jacket.

“Fuck patience,” she says, knocking my hand aside and unbuttoning her coat and jeans. She looks down hungrily at the bulge in my pants.

She steals a kiss, then throws her clothes on the couch. That earns her a groan, followed by me lifting her up and carrying her to my room, closing the door behind us. I lower her to the bed.

“Stay,” I say, taking a step back, wanting to see her in her full glory. “Take your T-shirt off.”

She has the sexiest smile on her face as she removes the shirt and her underwear with urgency. My knees go weak under her gaze.

I take off my jeans, my eyes glued to her body. She was brought to Earth to drive me wild with that perfect figure of hers, those lustful and sinful eyes, and the fullest lips on the planet.

I keep my boxers on and stare at her with naked hunger. I’ve thought about this moment a lot over the last two weeks, pleasuring myself while imagining what I’ll do to her.

“Those too,” she says, pointing at my last piece of clothing.

Following her orders, my eyes still wander over her body; over her graceful neck that’s covered in my kisses, her beautiful breasts with perfect nipples that harden in the hottest way possible. I love the way her curves flow, how she opens her legs for me, teasing me with a filthy look.

This moment has been recreated in my head too many times for it to last only five minutes. Every time we’re near each other my hormones go crazy.

My hands grab her feet and pull her down the bed until her ass is close to the edge. I watch her for a couple of painful seconds before opening the drawer behind me and fishing out a condom. I roll it down my hard length.