There's no warm greeting with Paul.
He simply opens the door and moves aside, letting me pass him.
I take off my scarf, coat and gloves, tossing them on the couch.
I can feel his gaze on me the whole time.
Paul doesn't wait even long enough for me to take my shoes off. He storms up to me, his mouth presses harshly against mine as he pushes me backwards to his bedroom.
I first met Paul a year ago. He worked at a bar across the street from my work. We didn't really start out as friends.
He came into the bakery where I work one afternoon to pick up a cake for his nieces birthday. He slipped me his number and for some reason. He was tall with tan skin, black hair and eyes so dark they were almost black. I had no idea why he would be interested in me. I was shy, pale with brown hair and eyes. Where he managed to look rugged and exotic, I looked plain.
I texted him later that night and we met up at his work.
We never really ended up talking or dating, even. But two months after we first met, we had sex.
I can't call him my friend with benefits or even a fuck buddy. We don't talk. He knows where I have been the past month, but that's the extent of it.
I don't think he cares.
While I undress, he does too. By the time I'm down to just my underwear, he's already naked and impatient.
I'm on my back, but he's quick to motion for me to turn around on my hands and knees, facing the bed frame.
He barely checks to see if I'm wet when pushes into me with a groan.
It feels like forever since I've had sex. I bite my lip and drop down onto my elbows, burying my face into the pillow.
His pace is hard and rough. After a couple of thrusts, one of his hands move from my hips to gather my hair into his hand. Then he pulls on it, hard. I arch my back and let out a moan.
It's so good.
Eventually, he changes positions so his chest is flush with my back.
I feel his hot breath on the nap of my neck and I know he's close.
As good as it feels, I'm not going to come like this. But I'm so, so close.
I reach down my body to rub my clit,
I'm done for.
I come hard, for the first time in a month.
Paul lasts a few more thrusts and he comes too.
Afterward, he just rests against me; a dead weight on my back.
I feel his lips barely graze my shoulder blade before he brings himself back up.
He pulls out carefully and slaps me on the ass, then takes off the condom and tosses it in the trash.