The dress barely stood a chance. Within moments of the front door being unlocked the little black fragment of clothing was tossed halfway across the room. He had her straddling his body, legs crossed behind his back. He could barely see, he mostly felt his away around the darkened apartment until he reached the bedroom. Her hands were running through his hair, pulling his head in closer. His hands gripped her thighs, digging his fingers into them. She let out a little moan as he grabbed her, pushed her mouth even more towards his. He laid her down on the bed, lips still connected. She grabbed his face as he pulled out his pants and began unbuttoning his shirt. She gave a small giggle, grabbed his shoulders and threw him onto the bed. She was straddling him, totally in control. As she looked down into his eyes it was obvious what he wanted next. She reached behind her and effortless pop the clip on her bra. She leaned down and fiercely kissed him. He was holding her by her bare back, everything showing. Her skin was warm, turning him on even more. He let out a low moan, she smiled back and thrusted her body on top of his. As they broke away only for a moment she was biting her lip and feeling his chest. Everything was finally falling into place, it was perfect. They couldn't stop kissing. His wet lips were like a crashed wave onto her soft ones. She bit his lower lip. His hands were holding her head, one running through her hair. They didn't stop for hours. They couldn't stop. It had been so long since the last time compensation had to be made. Soon after the only thing left on the bed was a ruffled sheet that covered their bodies. No pilliow, no other blankets, just their bodies connected as one. She definitely proved to him how she was a screamer, and he proved to her he could go on longer than 40 minutes. The boss didn't even bother asking why both of them looked so tired the next morning... or why a certain neck was completely covered in hickeys.