He takes his time, enough for two more draws on the cigarette, his thigh rubbing a harsh rhythm against her panties.
“What are you doing here?”
A delayed flight, luggage lost then found. Everything working against him, slowing him down. All he wants is to see her, smell her, touch her, taste her, fuck her.
Were you watching last night, peeking through your window blinds at my wife sleeping on our bed dressed in nothing but moonlight? How long did you last before you couldn’t stand it anymore and started stroking yourself?