My man gets me hot. I know that's kinda blunt, but… I'm not even kidding. He doesn't even have to try. As sexy as he looks in a suit and tie with a romantic evening planned for the two of us, he is just as sexy in his pajamas. No lie.

I'm just sitting on my side of the bed, the covers pulled over my purple yoga pants and stretched-out, hundred year old t-shirt. My hair is piled on my head in an absolute mess I haven't washed since that morning. I have no make up on and I'm entirely focused on my laptop, work being the priority.

But no.

He has to be all sexy and get my libido skyrocketing through the 1990s popcorn-style ceiling. His long, lean frame is stretched out on top of the covers on his side of the bed, in flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. His adorable glasses are perched on his nose as he grades papers. His dirty blonde hair is shooting off wildly in a hundred different directions as he runs his fingers through it.

As soon as I notice this, my heart starts pounding and I get tingly in all the right places. I swear to you, I nearly growl.

"Steven," I grind out through clenched teeth, my voice husky with desire.

He glances up sharply, noticing my tense tone.

"What?" He's staring at the intense expression on my face, bewildered.

"I want-No. I need you, kissing me, on top of me, inside of me. Right. Now."

His jaw literally drops.

"Huh?" He gets out, before I pounce.

In a desire-fueled nanosecond, my laptop is on the floor and his stack of papers is scattered, fluttering randomly throughout the room. Steven is still so shocked he hasn't moved, but this doesn't deter me. I leap- yes, leap- across the width of the king-sized bed and latch myself to him.

And then, my lips are on his, my hands everywhere. I'm still flying solo, he's like an ice statue beneath me, but I hardly notice. I shove my hands up under his shirt and run my fingers across his tight stomach. He pulls his mouth from mine to laugh as my fingertips grace lightly over the definition of his abs. I pull my hand away and instead shift it further south of the border. And then he's no longer laughing.

His large hands are gripping each side of my face, pulling me so close I feel like we're the same person. His tongue is in my mouth wrestling with mine. My hands are struggling to pull at the waistband of his pajama pants. He flips me over then, placing his forearms on either side of my head. From this position, I easily pull down his pants and his black boxer-briefs simultaneously.

I wrap my hands around his cock, massaging roughly and he grabs hold of the hem of my shirt, tugging insistently until I wiggle my way out of it. His hand cups my breast and I yank my mouth away from his, gasping out a moan. I can hear his breathy chuckle as he lowers his mouth to my hardened nipple sucking and licking until I'm one giant ball of feeling, aching for him. His moves to the other breast, giving it just exactly the same attention. Finally I shove at him, forcing him to look me in the eye.

"No more," I gasp out and he chuckles again, his breathing rough. He moves his hands to my waist and tugs, removing my pants and my panties in one quick swoop. Then his fingers are between my thighs and I arch into his hand, my eyes screwing shut.

"Please!" I beg and he leans down to kiss me, his lips hard on mine.

"Do you need me?"

"Yes!" I gasp.

"Right now? Are you sure? Maybe we we should wait." I can hear his pleased-with-himself tone, but I can't do anything but moan.

"No! Please, now. I need you right- AH!" I cut off as he plunges inside me and his face is poised over mine, his eyes wrenched closed as he thrusts in deeper before pulling swiftly back out. It is exquisite torture, him inside of me, the two of us connected, on the brink of incredible pleasure. I dig my stubby, bitten finger nails into the smooth skin over his shoulder blades, but we're both too preocuppied to notice.

He gasps my name into my ear and with a thrust, I come, screaming his name.

Seconds later, he joins me, our screams in unison and his throbbing inside of me, pushing me to even further pleasure.

We're still for a few moments, gasping erratically for breath, my arms tight around him and his face burried in my hair. While still inside of me, he flips over suddenly to rest on his back and I lay on his chest. When I finally catch my breath, I pull off of him gently before leaning back down to place a few open-mouthed kisses on his chest.

"I love you," I whisper with a grin. I chastley kiss the corner of his mouth and he smiles widely.

"I love you too, Babe. Especially when you go all needy she-cat on me." He laughs openly at me and I can feel the blood rush up to my cheeks.

"Shut up," I say, burrying my face in the crook of his neck and mumbling, "I can't help it if you're the sexiest man alive. Normal guys can't seduce women simply by breathing. And those darn glasses…"

"My glasses, huh? Well I guess I'll have to keep that in mind. Cause that was pretty phenomenal."

Yeah, no kidding. That was yet another round of mind-blowing sex with my man. And all because he makes geeky glasses and grading papers arousing. Or maybe it's just that I love him so damn much that he's my other half and I couldn't go on without him.

Naw…it's definitely the glasses.

The End.