“Yeah so, if you look here at this data, this part actually makes sense…” His voice trailed off again. Damn, this is the 3rd time today. You shake your head, trying to tune back in to what he’s saying. Something about…math? You’re trying to puzzle out what he’s saying but his eyes are way too distracting. You’re trying to maintain eye contact, show him that you’re listening to him, but you can’t help but notice his eyes are a gorgeous shade of olive. Or is that what Home Depot calls moss green?
Your gaze trails over his face, his lips curving into a smile, and you wonder, are they soft? Makes you wonder what it would be like to slide your hands into his hair so you can hold him steady and tease his lips with yours. You slide your tongue along the seam of his mouth and when he lets out a gasp in either surprise or arousal – you’re not very picky at this point – you take the opening that he gives you and you taste him. He tastes exactly how you’d imagine him to taste – warm, sweet, and soft.
You lower yourself as your hands slide to his warm, hard shoulders. You’ve felt them before, playfully patting him on the shoulder when he teases you, but now you can feel them with purpose. As you press your palms against his chest, taking in his pulsing heartbeat, you can feel his fingers settling gently on your rib cage, feathering slowly higher and higher as he finds his courage. His palms brush the swell of your breasts, and you arch your back to encourage him. He finds your nipples as you take his mouth again, his lips open in blatant invitation to take him, to finally do what you’ve been waiting to do for a whole year.
When he tugs with his fingers, you gasp, and he brushes his thumbs against your skin. You bend and hook your fingers into the bands of your panties, pulling them down, glad that you decided to wear the cute pair today. You’re bare where it matters now (thank goodness you’re wearing a skirt today), so you straddle him, and you can feel him as you spread your wetness on him. God it feels so good. You measure his length through his pants, once, twice, then you slide lower down so you can unbutton his pants. He’s definitely liking this side of you.
Your hands falter on his belt as he presses his mouth on your neck, gentle and slow. Slowing you down, so you can both enjoy and taste and touch each other for the first time. You pull back and glance at his face. You want to see what he’s thinking of this moment, of you. Are you being too forward? Is this a mistake? His hands frame your face. His eyes tell you you’re going to enjoy this – his gaze is locked onto yours, and he pulls your mouth to his.
Your fingers struggle with his belt, and he smiles. His hands move to guide yours, and when you reach in and free him, he closes his eyes. He is burning hot under your touch, and you cannot wait. You lift yourself and tease him. His warmth teases out more of yours, and you slide yourself against his length, wanting to prolong this moment. You can feel yourself melting against him. You glance at his face again, gauging his reaction to the pace. His eyes are closed, his hands on your hips now, his lips parted. He’s in no hurry, so neither are you.
You want more of him, but not all of him, not yet. You ease him into you, one small inch, and already at that, you gasp. He is so, so hot. You lift yourself off him, and gently, gently lower yourself back on, just a little bit deeper. Slowly, again, you ride him, taking a little more each time, feeling yourself give way and spread for him, until finally, FINALLY, he is seated to the hilt, and you grind down, because this is what you have waited for. You have full possession of him now, and you’re willing to let him set the pace.
You raise your eyes to his and smile, wiggling your eyebrows and your hips. He thrusts upward, wiping that smile off your face, and his eyes have a mischievous tilt that matches his smile. You try to speak, to tell him how good it feels, but before you can form a word he moves again, pistoning down then up, slamming into you, and leaving you gasping for air. You can’t speak, can’t move, can’t even look at him. The pleasure leaves you immobile and all you can do is let him pound you from below. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. You can’t even force these words out, but it’s okay, he’s got the message.
With each stroke, he rams your center. Harder and harder, until you finally find your voice. You arch your back and grind out your orgasm yes! yesyesyesyesyes! as he grinds up into you, pulsing and pulsing, his lips on your neck as he finds his release.
Gasping for air, your arms around him, he looks at you bewildered. “Hey, are you okay? You’re really warm; do you have a fever?” You shake yourself out of your daydream – god you really should stop reading those romance novels before work.
“Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a moment. Can you explain it to me again?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7s3yzt/i_have_a_huge_crush_on_my_coworker