You wrap your hands around my waist, your strong fingers digging into my soft full hips, as you pull me roughly against you. I tip my head back, reaching up to lock my arms around your neck, your 6’2” stature towering over my 5’5” frame. Half of your face is illuminated by the streetlamp outside my bedroom window, the other side engulfed in shadow, but the hunger in your eyes is unmissable. Our lips meet and we kiss as if...