A quickie

I love quickies with my boyfriend. Nothing beats them when we are already late, guests waiting, and I am still naked in the wardrobe staring at my clothes. He comes in, takes one look, and gives me a better idea. Before I can choose a dress he pushes his cock against my lips. I open for him. My knees bend until they touch the floor. I take him deep, tongue working, spit sliding down my chin. He pulls me up, turns me around, bends me over the shoe rack. One hard thrust and he is inside my ass, the same tight push he gives every time. No warm-up, no slow build. Just him slamming into me while I bite my lip to stay quiet. His fingers grip my hips, nails leave little half-moons. I reach between my legs and rub my clit in quick circles. My breath fogs the mirror. He fucks faster, short strokes, balls slapping skin. Then he pulls out and spins me back to my knees. I open my mouth wide and he comes across my tongue and cheeks. Thick ropes land warm, one hitting my eyelid, another dripping down my chin. I swallow what I can, wipe the rest with my fingers and lick them clean. He hands me the dress I was holding. We are still late, but now I have a reason to smile while I finish getting ready.