The car had been idling, with Aura inside of it, for one-going-on-two hours when he finally got home. When he recovered from the shell shock of her unannounced, late-night visit, Nate tried to speak but she shut him up quick with a slow, deep kiss that announced her intentions. They stumble-stepped inside and before he even had a chance to flip the entryway light switch Aura was grabbling for his belt buckle, so urgent was her need for the man under those clothes. She took him there on the carpeted hallway floor in an almost predatory way, and whenever the preacher threatened speech she suckled him with a tongue or a chin or a nipple to his lips. It was a right kind of wordless violence she was doing, and there would be complications to come but she would handle those later. They were so perfectly balanced on the knife-edge of that moment, his smooth beautiful cock moving inside of her, that words could only circumscribe Aura’s rough and boundless hunger for this. It. Him.