Late evening in the open space. Printer hums distantly. Coffee scent mixes with my perfume. Dossiers piled high. Gabriel’s eyes lock on mine across desks. Tension crackles. Hierarchy forgotten. I approach for a goodbye cheek kiss. His hand slides to my waist. Gentle grip. Then lips brush my neck. Shiver explodes through me. Eyes shut. No strength to pull away. Seconds tick. He retreats. Smiles close. Inches from my face. He kissed me. He’ll do it again. I won’t resist. Don’t want to. But he waits. I lean in. Lips meet. Passion ignites. Dizziness hits. Arms around his neck. Cling tight. He pulls me firm, tender. Tongues explore. Desire floods my body.
Kiss breaks. Irresistible hunger. Skin tingles from his slow touches. No turning back. Wordless. He gets my turmoil. I grab his hand. Lead him upstairs. Two floors up. Door clicks locked. His office suite, dark, empty. Moonlight through huge window. Heart pounds. Adrenaline surges. Risk of janitor? Colleagues lingering? Thrill spikes.
The Building Tension
I face the window. Lost. Vulnerable. He slips behind. Arms around me. Face in my hair. I grip his hands. Eyes close. Surrender. Breath on neck. Head tilts. Lips tease skin. Heat builds low. Dissolving into him. Want to merge. Possess and be owned.
His hands glide up arms. Shivers. Lips to collarbone. Light kisses. Wet trails. Chin lifts. Buttons pop one by one. Shirt slips to elbows. Shoulders bare. Lips roam freer. Fingers trace lace bra. Tease bust. I ache. Begging silently. Head back. I bite his mouth. Devour. Hungry. Gasps. He grips tits hard. Tender then firm. Palms graze nipples peaking under lace. I guide his hands. Arch back. Grind on his hard cock. No hiding it. Adults. Want this.
Shirt off. Bra gone. Click forgotten. Bare tits crush his chest. Hands in his hair. Pull him close. He circles nipples. Flicks. Pinches. Moans escape kisses. Ventre burns. He spins me. Leads to desk. Sits. I straddle. Eyes meet. Desire. Tenderness. Smile. Kiss slow. Unbutton his shirt. Skirt hiked. Hump lightly. Wet panties barrier.
The Explosive Release
Roll side. He devours tits. Tongue swirls. Lips pinch nipples. Hand up thigh. Under skirt. Traces lace. Tease inner thighs. Ass. I writhe. Beg. ‘Please… fuck, I can’t take it.’ Lips descend. Kneels between legs. Desk edge. Hips gripped. Pulls me forward. Legs spread. Kisses thighs. Nips. Scent of my arousal. Dives in. Tongue ferocious. Devours pussy. Lace rips. No barrier. Sucks clit. Fingers everywhere. Cries echo. Printer hum downstairs? Door locked tight.
Calms to precise licks. Hands roam. Tits again. Suck his fingers. Too much. Wave crashes. Orgasm rips. Tremble. Scream muffled. Stars burst. He doesn’t stop. Eternity. Collapse. Emptied. Bliss.
He spoons behind. Cock hard still. I grind back. ‘Take me.’ Slides in slow. Spoon fuck. Gentle thrusts. Builds again. We sync. Faster. ‘Alice… fuck…’ ‘Come… yes!’ He grips. Pounds. Explodes inside. Hot cum fills. My second orgasm milks him. Shared peak.
Afterglow. Panting. Desk sticky. Adjust skirt. Button blouse. Smooth hair. Perfume masks sex scent. Coffee lingers. Unlock door. Click. Back to late meeting. Cool pro. Glance back. He winks. Secret sealed. Rush returns to work. Like nothing happened.