Zaven needed her in more ways than he could ever imagine, but right now, he didn't need to make love to her, he didn't need to feel wanted, he didn't need sex... He NEEDED to fuck her.
As soon as her body would attach to his in the moment, he could feel her body already giving off a warmth. She wanted him too, but he would be able to tell that for a fact when moments later when she rushed his lips with hers, placing a hungry, passionate kiss into motion before she began to disrobe him. First, his jacket, and the shirt would go soon after until he would be left in his work pants, but it wasn't too long until they found the couch. They had done nothing like this before, sure they had sex, but nothing out in the open. It was always behind closed doors in either of their rooms at his place or her place. Fucking right on the couch was so taboo... it only made him even fucking hotter.
As she would fall to his lap once he landed on the couch, he would watch as she would pull the oversized shirt off to reveal the beyond entrancing two piece lingerie set that she wore underneath. The pink sitting against her skin in almost a nude way. There was no time for anything else, "Fuck, I need you right now..."
He would reach down, unbuttoning his pants quickly as she settled and pulling his cock out, the length and girth of it springing out of the front hole of his boxers quickly, as he would slowly reach down grabbing the shaft with one hand and his other aiming to move her panties to side. No time to take them off, but they were both startled by the voice...
“Well, looks like I chose the wrong night to go out..”
"Oh, shit," he would say, as he was frozen as well in the moment, his hand on his shaft as his other hand almost frantically searched for his boxer's opening to pull them over himself.