he never intended for them to happen.
you'd screw up and say just the right thing to turn him on... mess him up.
a lot of times you did it on purpose.
but nonetheless, the two of you would find yourselves in family bathrooms, forsaken building areas, and everywhere in between, gripping onto each other for dear life. it was weird. very weird, but that didn't stop anyone.
you'd end up at just the right place and just the right time to slip away.
whatever you were wearing below would be long gone.
he'd devour you, still with the intent of coming back for more when the two of you got home.
his eyes wouldn't leave yours, but he knew how to make your body shake uncontrollably... turn your legs into jelly.
it was hard to hold back, but it wouldn't be long before the two of you were back in your own space, where he could make the previous events feel like you'd only been holding hands.
you would be aching for days, but it was worth it every time.
you'd be shoved against the wall, his face between your legs. nothing you could say would make him stop until you were satisfied.
you hadn't been caught yet, but it was hard to keep quiet when the two of you were pressed up against each other in a tiny bathroom. quiet claps of skin were the only things he needed to drive himself over the edge, and possibly you too.
you'd never leave without finishing, but as a consequence would have to clean up the bathroom right after, in case someone were to walk in.
you'd make him come in seconds - always so wet for him, and he'd let you pleasure yourself until you had nothing left to give.
while all you'd want to do was curl up in bed beside him, there was a time for that too, just a little later.
"i'm glad i married you."
"i get to have you whenever i want."