At The Office [mf]

We work together. I cannot help but notice how sexy you are. Yet I can't bring myself to say anything, or make a move.

But one day, there you are, at work, and we are both leaning over a desk. You are explaining something to me, who knows what, because I am intoxicated by your closeness. I can feel your warmth. I inhale your sweet perfume. Our shoulders brush against each other. And then you do that thing, the thing that many women casually do without even thinking, that drives men insane. With a toss of your head, you flip your hair out of your face, baring your neck. I cannot resist.

I have no idea what comes over me, but I reach out with one finger and gently stroke your neck. I don't know what I'll say when your eyes flash at me in anger but I don't care.

But you don't turn in shock. You don't move away. You just give a little gasp and that is all I need. With two fingers, I gently caress your neck, your throat. You stand, trembling, and let me. I move behind you, brushing your hair away from the nape of your neck and bring my lips to your skin. You are so warm. You startle a little but do not move away. In fact, you tilt your head a little to give me better access. I begin to kiss your neck, nip at it. Hungry kisses. You can feel how hungry I am for you.

A low moan escapes from you as I fold my arms around you. My lips devour your neck and throat, like an animal. With one finger, I turn your face to me. I see you are flushed with desire, your eyes half closed. Your lips part. Those lips I have wanted, I will now have. I run my hand up into your hair and hold you while I kiss you hard, licking and biting your lips and now probing your mouth with my tongue. I take your mouth. I enjoy the way you moan into me. I feel your knees getting weak but I hold you up to the desk.

My hands begin to explore your body, the same as I have done with my eyes. I trace the curves of your shoulders…make long, slow, caresses down your arms, briefly clasping your hands in mine before moving back to your throat, and down, down…just outlining your breasts…gently, softly…feeling them in my hands…their weight, their softness. I squeeze them, and you lean your head back on my shoulder, letting me explore you. Giving me full access. I trace around your nipples with my fingers until they jut out from your shirt, betraying your arousal. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting you. Tasting all of you. I want my lips on every part of your body.

Your breath is coming in ragged starts and stops. I put my lips close to yours and ask… "Should I continue?"

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1ktctz/at_the_office_mf