Awkward...

Hand sliding across my thighs
Lips slipping beside fingertips
Teeth, biting roughly
Into soft skin.
Hot breath
Wonderful against my skin.
I can feel the temptation
The desire to just give in.
Blood pumping, heart racing,
Heart beat turned into a loud knocking.
Wait...
That's not my heart.
The door?
Ignore that.
You're busy.
Skin slipping over skin,
When I hear knocking again.
They'll leave if I don't answer.
Assume I'm just not home.
His hands move up to my chest,
Attempting to unhook my bra.
I'm done fighting,
I want this.
I give in.
And....
In through the bedroom door walks a surprise guest.
His father, there for a visit.
Can we say awkward?!