It was a long trip home after the baseball game. I know your team lost in the finals, the streets and the trains were packed, and all you want to do is finally make it home through the crowds, the kids and the sticky summer evening heat. You declined the invitations to post-game drinks, and it’s the sofa, a cup of tea, and to be off your feet that you need most right now.

I know all this because, as always, you’ve been texting me and telling me.

The elevator stops on your floor, and you almost don’t notice me at first, as you shuffle down the corridor, fishing the keys from your purse. It’s as if you sense me somehow, like a soundwave or a pressure change. Suddenly, you freeze. About six feet away, there I am, leaning calmly against the frame of the door. Your breath catches and your heart flurries, before your brain has even made sense of the situation. As if the most important parts of you knew before the rest.

Your smile widens further as I look at you. My arms, crossed over my chest, swelling my biceps just a little. But it’s the eyes that seal the deal. Those deep chestnut, warm eyes. There can be no mistake.

“What? What the—”, you garble. My smile simply deepens as I watch you take it in.

You step closer and see the overnight bag at my feet, with the British flag on the side. “My gosh. It’s you, isn’t it? It’s really you.” Your hand clasps over your mouth, as if holding in a scream, or a sob, or a laugh. I don’t think you’re even sure which one would have come out first.

“Hey there, you,” is my only reply, as I straighten up and stand before you now, closing the distance further. My voice and my accent immediately clearing away any last doubts.

Your heart is beating hard, you drop your hand, stepping closer still and touching my forearm with your fingertips. It feels taut, strong and masculine, as if you’re testing it somehow. Our first ever contact; tiny but everything. We’ve waited so long for this, months that have felt like years. You’re fixed on my eyes, my mouth, and we both smile like silly school kids.

You scrabble for words, but all you manage is “But… how…” as I pull you close. Your hand flattens on my chest as you’re drawn close. You feel my heat, the breadth of my chest. I take in your scent, the soft perfection of your skin. At last, we’re so close, it would take only a tilt for you to kiss me.

Instead, you silently put your key into the lock and push the door open. You pick up my bag and nod towards the door, our eye contact never breaking.

“Inside,” is all you can manage as we shuffle in, still holding hands, and kicking the door closed. You flick a switch that lights up a different room, and it floods only a gentle, soft light into the hallway where we’re standing.

You drop my bag and we look each other over. You’re wearing the cute little yellow strappy dress I’ve seen in your photos. Your long caramel hair falls around your shoulders, framing your face delicately looks even more touchable in real life. Your eyes roam over me, and I know you’ll recognise the purple shirt you chose for me online when I lost my luggage that time in Rome.

The moment is surreal, but perfect. I know you’re thinking the same as me. I love this woman. I’ve said it to you countless times, and here you are before me, for the first time ever. Part stranger, thrilling and scary; part familiar lover, warm and safe.

I see your eyes roam over me and eventually come back to my own. There’s a faint sheen of emotion there, as it’s threatening to overpower you, but there’s also a pink flush and a wide-eyed smile lighting up your beautiful face. I want to talk, I want to tell you just how incredible you are, how much I’ve wanted this. I have a million things I want to say, but they all fight to fall out of my mouth, and I know they’ll just have to wait.

No more waiting. Neither of us can hold on as you grab a fistful of my shirt, and I grasp your hips. We pull together forcefully, and finally, our mouths meet. There’s an attempt at starting softly, but it’s futile; in an instant, we’re all over each other. Kissing as if we’ve been starved of it our entire lives.

Your arms fly around me, and mine grab you and clamp you to me. Your mouth opens to mine, hungry. It’s as if we’ve finally found home as our lips and tongues finally meet and caress.

You raise one thigh, involuntarily, and I take it, seizing it and using it to lift you. I turn us and press you back to the wall, covering your body with mine as you arch. Your breasts press up for my attention, and your hips sink into me. Sighs and then a soft moan escape you when you’re finally flat to the wall, my hard, firm body moulding into your front. My hands strokes up your outstretched thigh to cup your butt.

Tongues dancing and turning just like us, we’re kissing ferociously, your hands barge under my shirt. Your fingers curl in the hairs on my chest while the other hand glides down my back into the waistband of my jeans. A playful smile twists your mouth as you find that bare, secret flesh of my bum, squeezing and stroking it, pushing my groin harder against you.

It's my turn to moan now, my cock hardening and pressing against your middle, your thin little dress rising up. There’s no bra, and I look into your eyes as I slide one strap of your dress down over your shoulder, slowly bringing it down your arm and lower. You kiss me forcefully again, encouraging me on, and I give the fabric one last little tug to slowly bare your breast, the fabric falling off the cliff-edge of your nipple.

A warm sighing gasp is pulled from me as I take it in and slowly raise a hand, treating my fingertips to the feel of its exquisite shape and softness. You press both hands on my chest and urge me back, raising your body off the wall. Our eyes lock back together, holding my focus, as if I could ever look away.

You slip the other strap off and work everything down your arms. Without any fuss, in a movement so sensuous it swells my heart, you drop it, leaving you standing before me in nothing but a pair of cute little white panties, stark against the impressive tan of your summer flesh.

I run a hand through my own hair as I try to deal with it. Your shape, your movement, your softness, and those gorgeous sparkling eyes. Everything I fell so entirely in love with, even from thousands of miles away.

“Oh my, you’re incredible.” I try to start soft, but soon my voice is a lower, more intense rasp. “Where? I need you, now.”

You nod towards a door just to our side, and I grab you again. With two hands on your now bare backside, I effortlessly lift you, your strong thighs wrapping around my middle as I carry you to the bedroom.

A huge bed covered in white, soft, pillowy covers fills the back wall, and I lower you onto it. Your face is lit up and beaming as you stretch out, showing off your body and covering nothing. You’d always warned me that you would be shy, but right now there’s no sign of it, as you sink into the warm reality of the moment.

I stand at the end of the bed, just beyond your feet and stare into your eyes as I unbutton my shirt, slowly opening it up and showing you the reality of what you’ve already seen countless times in photos and videos. You’re stroking your own flesh, your tummy, your chest, your thighs, unable to help yourself.

My shirt is gone, and I pull at my belt. You bite your lip as I undo the fly, and your eyes bulge wide as I slowly pull everything down over my hips. You watch with an incredible intensity as I slowly reveal the top of me, peeling down inch by inch, you’re taking in the fine muscle lines, but mostly riveted to the main attraction as my cock comes into view, and into your world.

The band of my boxer shorts finally frees it, and it rises, suddenly pointing and aiming towards you. As if it’s reaching out to you, calling you to it.

You gasp and let out a little hiss of breath as you eye it up. Suddenly feeling heat and need bubbling up inside you, like a kettle coming to the boil. Unable to resist, you lurch forward onto your knees and take it in your hand, as you kiss me again. You’re pulling and tugging. Beckoning me onto the bed.

I follow onto you, kissing my way up from your thighs, fast up your stomach and ribs, to take a mouthful of your breast, my hands cupping them, steadying them against your frantic movements while I devour and discover them.

You whine and moan for a moment. Your nipples are hard, and your breath is fast now, and your tits rise in response.

But it’s too much, you need too much, you need everything. Too badly, too deeply.

You push me off and roll me to my side, your hands reaching down and grabbing me again, claiming what you need. Your mouth follows, fast and intent, and in a flash, your lips are latching on, your tongue sliding over my hardness, your mouth claiming my cock. You push me to my back in the heat of your hunger for me.

You hum a little sound of gratitude, and I moan deeply as your lips sink down on me, blowing my mind.

I can’t stay this passive; I’ve waited too long. I reach over and grab your hip, thigh, whatever I can find. I yank you towards me and me towards you, and lift you, wrestling us around. Your mouth and hand never leave my cock as my head finally finds its way between your thighs, parted wide above my head.

I tug the fabric of your panties aside and give a hungry, deep lick at your already sopping wet pussy. I’m drawn straight in, your taste is divine, I feel like a man who’s finally discovered his favourite dish as I stroke and lap and swirl at you with my tongue.

Your sucking pauses a moment as you cry out in response, your body wracked and shaken as I suckle on your clit. I pause an instant and slide your panties down your legs and away. You breathe and try again, your lips back around me, until I slide two fingers slowly inside you and tease your clit again between my lips. You’re so tight and so wet, it feels like heaven.

You stop again, simply burying your face into my thigh as you sigh and pant and start to lose it.

“Oh, it’s no good, I give in. I’m… oh fuck.” I dig in, plunging my fingers in and licking at your clit.

“No, please, fuck me. Fuck me right now!”

You leap up off me, as if I’m lava. Turning and spinning around, you’re on top of me now, the right way around. You waste no time, your thighs wind around my waist, and you take me in. Fingernails on my chest, and my hands on your sides, you guide me in, sinking the tightest, warmest sleeve down onto my hardness, hungry for every last inch.

Your eyes light up and your mouth is a wide open smile as you rock down on me, my cock filling and stretching you. I hold your butt in one hand and your breast in the other as we kiss again, and you torture us both with slow rises and falls, slow grinds. I know I have to wait while you get comfortable, find your place with the stretch and the fullness.

“Ohh, yeesss… fuuck that feels so good,” you moan, sitting up on top of me. And it’s too much for me.

I grab you and rush you backwards, with a loud laughing shriek, you’re flung to your back on the bed, right at the very edge. Your legs apart, flying up high, and I’m above you, bearing down now, finally able to take you the way I need to, and how I know you need it.

The bed shakes, your breasts bounce, and our bodies flail and sweat as I begin to drive hard, deep thrusts into you. Your eyes begin to roll, and my mouth and teeth and tongue roam over your flesh everywhere I can find it. You’re wailing and crying out my name. We’re both lost. I’ve never been so aroused, and the whole universe is shrunk down to the feel of my cock pushing into your tight, delicious little pussy, over and over, every time better, different, perfect.

We clamp together again as you practically scream, “ohh fuck, I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna cum so hard,” your arms clamping around my neck. Our hips are still bucking and bouncing, and somehow we fall from the bed, sliding to the floor, a laughing, yelling bundle of hot flesh as you end up pinned beneath me. I hook one knee and raise your thigh up high.

I grind the final blows into you, and your fingers grip the pillows and my flesh as you burst into your orgasm, every bit of your body joining in as you squeeze me in your arms, and mirror it with your inner walls, pulling my climax from me, clamped deep inside you.

We writhe, moan, yell and sweat together, pressed tightly, hands holding each other in place as our centres are in union. Your heart beats in the same wild rhythm as mine, and in that moment, we’re completely one. Breathing together and connected.

I look into your bright, happy eyes and want to swim in them as the final trembles of climax course through us both. I feel like even though I may come from the other side of the world, I’ve finally found my happiest place, here with you.

Slowly, we calm down, kiss and giggle.

Until the real laughing starts. Deep, ab-curling, wracking laughter, rich with tears, joy and love. Around us, the room is in disarray; cushions, covers and clothes strewn all over.

“How the fuck did that happen so fast?” You fire the words out between panting breaths and laughs. “How did we make such a mess? And what the fuck are we doing on the floor?”

Tears of laughter slide down our cheeks, and I kiss you and try to wipe yours dry.

“Well, it’s good to finally meet you.”