Against the wall daddy!! Against the wall!

You find something irresistible about a cute face gone hungry with want, pressed close enough that the wall has nowhere left to be.

You feel the heat radiating off skin before contact is even made, that charged inch of air between bodies doing more damage than touch itself. You recognize the look — not asking, not waiting, just demanding with every part of a body that knows exactly what it wants.

You stay pinned in that moment, pulse loud in your throat, aware that control left the room before you even walked in.