A long time coming. A short time to cum.
The sexual tension had been impossible to ignore for months, the musky fog developing into a heavy cloud when they stepped into the elevator.
Everything outside that space seemed to disappear. Everything within the space did too, reduced down into two insatiable bodies whose lust had been invading every intimate sphere of their thoughts and desires.
The situation was impossibly cruel. Outside, at the bottom of the lift stood a jealous lover. At the top was a workplace. Things had escalated long before a vulnerable weak moment.
The scenario had occurred so many times in each of their heads. The shitty lift, stopping in time and space – giving them the time and space to live a moment condemned to occur outside of their day to day realities. Those moments unspoken. Those desires hinted at and hinted at and contemplated until their heads grew weary and their hands got sick of the cruel mistress that is the moral confines of their universe.
But the protagonists are helpless in the demanding control of fate. She wants to be his subordinate, he – her master. She gives him her enthusiastic permission, he takes it with the convincing conviction of a master.
Level 2
She allows herself submission, falling to her knees and gesturing towards her knees. They’ve never met in this life, in person, before, but their exchanges have betrayed their intents in guilty, powerful clarity. They both know what they want.
Passionate, aggressive, hard, tight.
Level 3
Please. Hit it. The button.
She gasps. Kneeling.
Their constant communication means he knows exactly what she wants.He hits the stop button. They know there’s limited time.
She sucks his finger. There’s no time. But she’s fantasised for too long. He has too. He’s so hard.
Please. Now.
She fumbles at his zipper.
He knows exactly what she wants.
He wants it too.
Mmmmm.
His grumble meets a frequency that vibrates through her core. Her moans harmonise as she paws desperately through the folds of his jocks and takes him in her mouth.
The moment seems to stand outside of time. A culmination of so many days and nights fantasising about each other. The duration of the act has no bearing on the ecstasies of pleasure that reverberate through their bodies. Together, the eye contact and purity of lust transcends centuries and passes in the blink of an eye simultaneously. The movement and friction anachronistically playing out as an infinite echo of untold pleasure.
They both want more. Even with the salty pleasure of his cum deep inside her throat, there is an untold sea of pleasure they both crave. To be truly inside. To truly host him. To feel the depth of pleasure and ecstasies unabridged. But today there is not time.
She swallows and licks her lips. He kisses her and tastes himself on her tongue.
They want more. They need more. But in this moment they are ecstatic and grateful.
For a second the power switches.
We must go on, she says, kissing him again deeply, but this journey isn’t finished yet.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10qr9qd/the_elevator_mf_20s30s