A glance from the stranger opposite catches your sleepy eyes, breaking you from your private and most intimate thoughts. The glance alone is sufficient for you to look away, catching your faint reflection in the rain-swept window of the tram. Beyond the streak of neon lights set against the dark night sky, you can’t hide your smile, as your fingers lightly brush against your neck, dancing across the blushed abrasions upon tender skin. A slight stain spreads across your cheeks, not knowing whether the internal glare of the tram's interior lighting would expose the blemishes. Thankfully, as you glance back, you find the stranger has returned to his book.

Returning your gaze to the window and the hurried city beyond, people seeking shelter from the downpour, your thoughts once more drift. To those hours earlier, all the while your fingers delicately and fondly trace your lover's bite marks. 

Absence was torturously cruel at the best of times but with him it was so much worse. The greater the time apart, the greater the longing. As days turned into weeks, you had unashamedly become ever more desperate.

Thoughts of him had consumed you in your quietest moments. That longing to feel his lips crush against yours and to savour the way his hands felt upon your body had grown exponentially. Christ, you craved the devastating way his touch could melt you in the most delicious of ways.

Despite the physical absence and during stolen moments, playful messages kept the fire burning. Written or spoken, each made your body respond more quickly and powerfully than you’d ever dare admit. That damn right-uncanny way he had of just saying the right thing at just the right time to have you salivating and aching in equal measures. Each time he crossed your mind, it felt like he was uncrossing your legs, given the state of your near-constantly ruined panties. Every message left you wetter, more restless, the ache sharper when he wasn’t there. The sweetest of tortures.

After what was far too long, his work travels finally had him close by. You could feel his hunger and that primal need to be sated through the flurry of flirtatious messages that were layered with a sprinkling more of delicious intent. For as much as your torment consumed, you knew his was equally matched. 

His words made you ache as the planets began to align. You wanted him to claim you, take you, and make you his. 

His smile had matched yours, broken by your giggle as he swept you up in his arms. His kiss breathed life into your soul once more. The crush of lips caused butterflies to flutter nervously in the pit of your stomach. A deepening kiss ensued. Lips slowly parted for tongues to dance their sweet seduction as the familiar and unrelenting passions burst into life.

It was miraculous that you made it through the elevator ride clothed. The suite door had barely clicked shut before hands clawed at clothes, both eagerly seeking the flesh of their lover. 

The sex that ensued was primal and passionate. The feel of his head between your spread thighs as you arched your back and gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as his devilish tongue took you to heaven. Your cries resonated loudly and animalistic as he ravenously devoured before you soaked him in your orgasmic release. 

Legs still trembling as you rode the aftershocks, he worked his mouth to yours, his lips drenched in your taste as you kissed deeply, and strong hands explored your body with an urgency. His mouth broke the kiss to bite your neck, marking you, as you moaned heavily in his ear as you felt him slide inside you. Stretched and filled, your body rocked as he thrust deep and hard. 

Though the mementoes hadn't been just one way. A jolt in the tram, allowing you to catch the bite of your bottom lip as you remember the scratches you’d left upon his shoulders and down his back. Nails having dug into his skin as you gripped him tightly and whimpered as he ruined you gorgeously.

Not that you let him have it all his own way. As much as you enjoyed his confidence, you knew exactly how to play unfairly. Your mouth made sure any respite was minimal. Plus, you always adored his growl as you teased your lips along his steely shaft, tongue swirling before taking his breath as you sank your mouth upon him. Moans vibrated around his shaft as you fed him deep. The gorgeous feel of his tip brushing against the back of your throat again and again as your hand fondled his heavy balls. All the while, the taste of his building excitement leaked into your mouth. 

Taking him to the ragged edge only to pull back, left sticky trails of saliva, and his anticipation smeared across your lips as you gave him those playful eyes. Not breaking his gaze from you, as in this moment, you had the control. 

Pushed onto his back, you straddled him with intent and made sure he watched as you gripped the base of his saliva-dripping shaft and slowly worked him inside you. That gorgeous feeling of being stretched and filled once more had been heavenly perfection.

His pupils dilated, and his hands gripped the top of your thighs as you ground your hips deep and hard into him. Enjoying his throb as you let him watch, knowing the position as you straddled him would allow him to see everything. A favourite, you had known exactly what you were doing to ensure he got deliciously deep and was thoroughly mesmerised.

Fondling your breasts and pinching your nipples, you played up for his eyes. Wanting him to know it was all you. His eyes darkened with arousal as the waves of pleasure coursed through both of you like wildfire. The sweep of his hand so his thumb could brush your clit, electric as the tables began to turn once more.

Your resistance began to falter as the combined sensations heightened the pleasure. His cock buried deep, slick walls clenched around his hardness as his thumb strummed your aching and swollen bud. Body spasming, you felt yourself lose control.

Your orgasm hit hard and intensely. Too hard. A whirlwind of a rush that had your thighs trembling, head thrown back as the ecstasy flooded your veins. Waves crashed violently through you as you fell headfirst into the inky abyss, barely able to breathe as you gushed around him. 

Opening your eyes, you found his gaze once more. Expletives spilt from your lips as you sought lungfuls of air. Yet the piercing intent look told you he was far from done, and who were you to resist?  

The way he manhandled and manoeuvred you was powerfully erotic. You adored him this way; he rolled you onto your front and pulled you up at the hips. The way he gripped a fistful of your locks as he pressed inside you once more. Still reeling from your orgasm, the sensations intensified as your tight, wet velvet engulfed him as he gave you every inch. 

The tram jolts. You shift on the seat, heat pooling low as your body remembers. Your bottom instantly reminded you of his playful, short, sharp spanks that had made you hiss and murmur in delicious delight. That intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that in the moment felt so un-fucking-believably good. 

This was him — unrestrained. The perfect gentleman no more. Teased and toyed, you yearned for him to make you his. His growls animalistic, and his hunger primal. Pounding you from gorgeously hard from behind, his gravelly growls and breathless pants merged with your moans and whispered pleas. Breathless expletives and panted words, bodies ever more slick with desire. God, you adored the way he growled that your cunt was his. Explicit and raw yet laced with a passion that made your body ache in total need. And it was his, all his. 

Releasing his grip on your hair, your head slumped into the bed. Ass in the air, he pulled your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly in one hand as he fucked you wonderfully hard just as you had wanted, had desired. Every powerful thrust resonated through you as your stifled moans became louder, pushing your hips back against him. 

Quicker and harder, your moans blurred into one as the pleasure pushed you over the edge once more. Fucked into the sweetest of submissions, his thrusts ever more wildly until you felt his last stroke. The twitch and his groan as he erupted, pumping his creamy release deep as slick bodies gasped and gulped for air. 

You rode the powerful waves that crashed and claimed. That gorgeous feeling of being well and truly fucked. 

Floating in orgasmic bliss, the gentleman returned, his touch attentive and tender. Pulling you up into your knees, your back pressed into his chest, feeling the thunder of his heart as his hand tilted your lips back to his. Eyes ablaze, catching before the sensual crush of lips as you melted into a lingering and sensual kiss.

The bell of the tram rings sharply, cutting through the haze of your thoughts.

You blink, breath hitching, and the city rushes back into focus. The tram slows, doors sighing open as rain spills light and noise inside.

You rise, smoothing your coat, acutely aware of the tender pull of skin beneath fabric — marks still fresh, still his. The night air greets you, damp and cold, as you step down onto the slick pavement, knee-high boot heels clicking softly as you move away.

Somewhere behind you, the tram bell rings again.

And as you walk into the wet darkness, thighs warm, pulse still humming, you know the ache will return. The longing. The delicious torment of wanting him.

Your fingers brush your neck once more.

You smile — and disappear into the rain.