By the time we'd reached the middle of the staircase, we were already shedding our clothes. His shirt was lost somewhere at the bottom of the stairs, and as he lifted my t-shirt over my head, he added it to the pile. We joined each other again in a feverish kiss. I trailed my fingertips up his sides along his abs as he fidgeted with the clasp of my bra. "This would be a lot easier," I said, whimpering when his hard cock pressed against my hip, "if we were upstairs." "No time." He moved down a step so we were more or less at eye level. "God, I've wanted to do this since I saw you at the bar the other night." I released a gasp as my bra came undone. "Don't be sounding victorious yet. We still haven't reached our destination." "Hmm, we should probably do something about that, then." He took my hand in his and led me up two flights of stairs to his room. We'd barely gotten in the door when he pressed me against a wall, kissing me behind the ear. Down the side of my neck as he held one hand in my hair and used the other to work on the button of my pants.
