Ethan
Demyan's and mine's hands could barely keep off each other as we tripped into my penthouse as we were already peeling off each other's clothes. Our date had gone a lot better than we had expected and the building tension in the car was unbearable. As soon as we had finished our food and movie, we sped home and from the moment I had parked had started ravaging each other.
"Upstairs," Demyan breathed against my lips. I did not have any time to answer him, I picked him up and went running for the elevator. When we got to the bedroom, he was first to push me down onto the bed.
I landed with a huff as my body bounced. He hooked his fingers in the waistline of my sweatpants and pulled them completely off me leaving my bottom half bare whilst my top half still had my shirt on. When I tried to sit up to pull it off he pushed me back down with a hungry gaze.
