Her day was long but it was almost over. It was the second day of a 3-day conference, given by an Atlanta-based software vendor contracted by her employer. The conference consisted of interesting lectures, power-networking and dinner with boisterous, intoxicated coworkers. She really looked forward to returning to her hotel suite for a hot shower, cool bed linens and a good book.
Settling under the plush down comforter, she shared her attention between the book she had in her hands, and the news on TV. Suddenly, she heard a soft knock on the door. It was very late, but she wasn’t too concerned. After dinner this evening, she suspected that one particular person would be paying her a visit tonight.
She looked through the door’s peephole to see him standing across the hall. Tall, athletically-built, bronzed, devilishly- handsome and Italian-American. He was leaning back onto the wall, with his legs crossed at his ankles and his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His warm whiskey-brown gaze stared into her own eyes, even through the peephole.
She opened the door partially, only exposing her face to him.
“Hey,” he said in soft husky voice.
“Hey back to you,” she replied with a smile. “What’s up?”
“I know it’s late. I was hoping I would catch you before you fell asleep. I wanted to talk to you.”
“Well, I was in bed, but I’ve been up reading and watching the news,” she said while quickly glancing back into her room. “You can come in if you don’t mind me dressed in a short robe and wearing no make-up.”
He gave a smile that never failed to light up the room (and stir her salacious imagination). She opened the door further so that he could enter. He took a seat on an ottoman by the couch. She closed the door and stood with her back to it. Crossing her arms, she looked at him with concerned eyes.
He took a deep breath and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and gazing up at her. She noticed he was still dressed in the dark grey slacks and light blue dress shirt he’d worn all day at the conference, minus the gold and blue striped tie she didn’t particularly care for.
Moments seemed to pass and he stared at her without saying a word. She didn’t feel at all uncomfortable or self-conscious about herself. Actually, his stare was causing certain erogenous areas on her body to warm and tingle.
He was an IT consultant with the software vendor. They worked together at her office building, but it was a place where professionalism was expected at all times. They only spoke to each other when exchanging pleasantries, or when working side-by-side on a project. They kept a respectable social distance from each other. She made deliberate efforts to not make eye contact with him, knowing a glance too long could start the gossip mill rolling and coworkers speculating. Her “strictly business” demeanor in the office was only a cover for the curiosity and intense attraction she felt towards him. And judging by the sexual tension he emanated when she was near, she sensed he was just as curious about her and just as attracted.
She noticed an inner conflict in his eyes as he stared at her. She realized she’d better break the silence between them.
“Okay, my ears are open to listen. What’s on your mind?”
He scratched his head nervously, grazing his fingers through his short, chestnut-brown hair. He replied to her question with one word.
“You.”
“Me?”
“You,” he replied slowly with an increased intensity in his eyes.
She felt a slight fluttering sensation in her stomach, causing her to hug her crossed arms closer to her body.
“Okay,” she breathed out slowly. “What are you thinking?”
Once again, he ran his fingers through his hair before returning his gaze on her and answering.
“Well, ever since dinner, I couldn’t get something you said out of my head. I knew that I would not be able to sleep tonight unless I found out more.”
She giggled to herself. The scenes of having dinner with her inebriated coworkers, and their heated debate on interracial dating flashed through her mind.
“Are you referring to the comment I made about being a Black woman with an incredible weakness for Italian men?” she asked.
“Well, that was part of it,” he replied nervously.
“Or, that I didn’t believe in racial divides, and I will openly date a man of a different nationality without any hesitation?”
“Yeah….”
“Or, how about when I said that Blacks and Italians were not *really* that different from each other, thanks to Hannibal and his herd of elephants.”
He burst out laughing. “That was hilarious! I think you pissed-off a few people with that one.”
“Oh, they’ll get over it,” her remark was mixed with giggles, “especially when the alcohol wears off.”
After their laughing stopped, she asked, “So, do you think I was joking about my weakness?”
“Uh…I don’t know,” he responded with crack to his voice. He cleared his throat before continuing. “I guess that’s why I’m in your room at this ungodly hour… to find out if you were serious and…if there was someone in particular you were referring to?”
“I meant what I said,” she replied with a devilish grin. “But why are *you* concerned about *who* I was referring to?’
“Because, you were looking dead at me when you said it.”
“Yes. I was,” she said calmly as her facial expression changed to the predatory look she gave him earlier at dinner.
He shifted his body on the ottoman, as if he was more nervous or just uncomfortable. He sat up straight, bringing his broad chest forward and resting his hands on his knees
“Okay,” he said cautiously, “I’m going to take a chance of looking, *and feeling*, like a real ass but I will ask anyway: were you referring to me?”
She didn’t reply to question verbally. Instead, she uncrossed her arms and placed the palms of her hands to the door, allowing her robe to open on its own. Underneath, she wore a snug pink tank top with lace edging and pink lacey boy-shorts. It wasn’t traditional lingerie, but it was damn near close. The tank top revealed the swell of her large round breasts with hardened nipples. The trimmed landing-strip of hair at her lower pelvis peeked from underneath the lace of the boy-shorts.
The look she saw on his face was priceless.
“Come here,” she commanded softly.
“Merda,” he whispered.
He slowly stood up and walked over to her. Instead of reaching to hold her, or to even touch her, he stretched his arms out above her shoulders and placed the palms of his hands on the door behind her. With a slight bend at the elbows, he leaned in and brought his face very close to hers. Their eyes locked and the air between them was shared by both.
The molten look in his eyes bore into hers for a moment, until she leaned forward to kiss him. Her lips touched his gently at first, savoring the softness that, up until this very moment, she yearned to feel for so long.
In all her fantasies of kissing him for the first time, she never expected it to feel like *this.*
He returned her kiss, just as gently, taking her bottom lip between his lips first, and working his way to her top lip. Even he couldn’t remember the last time a simple kiss felt so erotic and exciting. She was a new territory for him, almost forbidden. But he longed to cross all the barriers between them, especially since there was such sexual tension mounting between them at work.
After the enjoying the newness of each other’s lips, their kissing increased in intensity and with more passion. She moaned into his mouth as he used his tongue to tease hers, tasting her lips, the inside of her mouth. He moved his body closer to hers, pushing her up against the door gently, but with assertiveness. By instinct, she tilted her pelvis to meet with his. Her lacey boy-shorts were becoming saturated with her juices as she moved her hips to feel the heat and hardness of his erect cock.
He moved his hands from the door to the sides of her face. He paused from kissing her long enough to take his fingertip and trace the outline of her full lips. Even without make up, he was fascinated at how beautiful and sensuous she was.
She quickly took his finger into her mouth and gently sucked. Using her tongue, she stroked the full length of his finger, simulating what she hoped she would soon be doing with his dick.
He removed his finger and briefly sucked it, tasting the sweetness from her mouth. He returned his lips to hers, kissing her with urgency. His hands moved up to her shoulder-length hair, becoming entangled in its curls. He twisted the soft black locks between his fingers, tugging at them gently to intensify their kissing.
She finally moved her hands from the door and ran them down his back, feeling the sensual rippling of muscles underneath his shirt. Venturing her hands down further, she cupped his firm muscular ass in her hands and squeezed. Her intention was complete, as he moved his pelvis forward and pushed his hard, rigid length further into her.
His hands left from her hair and moved down to her breasts. He fondled them firmly, using his thumbs to lightly brush the hardened nipples. She moaned from the electric sensations that came from his touch, all which seemed magnified and exquisitely stimulated her from the inside out.
He felt as if he was running out of breath. He was more sexually charged just by their kiss than having sex with any woman in his past. He knew it was raw sexual chemistry between them, but he couldn’t believe how just kissing her would excite him so much. She may have been only a colleague at the office, but at this moment, she was most incredible woman he had ever set eyes on.
He placed his hands on her hips and quickly turned her around so that she was facing the door. He pushed the terry robe off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms. It fell to the floor and pooled at her feet. He took a glance down at her ass, whistling an appreciation at its voluptuous curve and how the rounded cheeks protruded from under the boy-shorts.
Feeling a fierce urge to be close to her again, he pressed himself against her, this time fitting the full length of his hard cock along the inner ridge of her ass. With his left hand, he held her close, rhythmically moving his hips with hers. He moved his right hand to her belly and gently snaked under the waistband of her shorts. He reached down to the fine hairs of her landing strip, edging closer and closer to her clit.
Her breathing was now hitched due to her heightened state of sexual tension and frustration she had been harboring for only God knew how long. *Touch me,* her thinking with such wanton. *Touch me deeply.*
He found her absolutely wet and willing. With two fingers, he glided between her outer labia into her heated sex, parting them slightly so that his thumb came into direct contact with her engorged clit. He used his thumb to apply pressure to the nub and circle around it.
“Mmmm…shit,” she moaned as the lightening sensations raced through her body, and centered in the depths of her abdomen. She dipped her pelvis slightly so that his two fingers easily slipped into her pussy.
Before he knew it, she was riding his fingers deeper into her, her hot inner walls gripping and milking them.
“Damn, bella,” he growled hotly into her ear. “You are so hot and wet for me.” With his left hand, he reached up under her tank top to her breast, firmly fondling one, twisting and tweaking the hard nipple. Her head was slightly tilted to the left, so he was able to find an area of tender flesh on her neck. He began to kiss, to lick, to nip, to graze the sensitive area with his teeth.
As she continued to ride his fingers, she reached behind her with her right hand to grip his hard shaft. She heard a long groan escape from his throat.
“Does it hurt, baby?” she whispered as she stroked the straining length through his slacks, placing extra pressure as her fingers slid over the bulbous head.
“Very. Much. So.” he growled without ever taking his lips and tongue off her neck.
“Then, let me make it better for you,” she said, her voice so throaty that she almost didn’t recognize it as her own.
She eased herself from his finger fucking to turn and face him. Their eyes locked onto each other once again, but this time both sets of eyes were filled with lust.
“I have always wanted to do something,” he said as the lust in his eyes turned devious.
“And what would that be?” she asked.
Without saying a word, he put his two fingers to his mouth and sucked them, devouring her taste.
She watched him, somewhat shocked, but mostly amused and completely turned on.
“Mmmmmm” he moaned before placing his hand behind her head and firmly bringing her lips to his. He kissed her deeply, parting her lips with his tongue, sharing the heavy taste of her essence on it with her.
She was surprised by this action, but not at all repulsed. As their tongues danced during their kiss, she came to enjoy the taste of her own arousal.
“I want more,” he groaned and stopped kissing her. He quickly dropped down to his knees, hooking his fingers onto the waistband of her shorts, and taking them down her legs with him.
She stood in front of him, nude from the waist down. He lifted her left leg and gently bent it, resting the back of her knee on his right shoulder. Holding her steady, he kissed the inner flesh of each one of her thighs. He then aimed for the apex in between. He parted her with his tongue, licking her inner lips softly, making her reach her peak with his flickering tongue and placing light blows to her clitoris. She tasted divine and every one of her moans pushed him closer to the edge. He reinserted two fingers inside of her, sliding them deeper and deeper into her hot tight channel as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue.
She didn’t say anything; couldn’t say anything as a matter of fact. It felt so sinfully good. All she could do was moan in ecstasy. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and ran her fingers in his hair, feeling the first waves of her orgasm coming.
“Bella, look at me. Look down here at me,” He commanded before planting single strokes of his tongue on her clit. He used his left hand to put pressure on her abdomen as the fingers of his right hand darted deeper into her pussy to hit her G-spot.
With much difficulty, she tilted her head forward and looked down at him as he pleasured her. It was most fucking sexy thing she ever saw in her life: him looking up at her with desire, his mouth full with her trembling pussy. Their colors of ebony and bronzed ivory joined in pure passion made her think of a lunar eclipse. She soon began to see colors and involuntarily shut her eyes. From within her lids she saw reds, oranges and beams of white flicker as she reached her orgasm. She fought to keep her breath, but couldn’t. She howled his name in her orgasmic haze as her body shook violently and her thighs trembled.
As her orgasm wracked throughout her body, he held her steady and licked every drop of her juice that escaped from inside her inner folds. He lightly kissed her inner thighs as she rode out the last tremors of her crisis and slowly regained control of her breathing.
He gazed up to find his devious look in her eyes.
“Stand up, baby,” she said in her own sexy growl. “Now I want some of what you got.”
As he stood up, she quickly dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers down to his ankles. His long thick cock, heavily veined and demanding, sprung out to her without invitation.
Staring at his impressive manhood, now she had the priceless look on her face.
She licked her lips and kissed the tip before taking the stiff rod into her mouth. He was big, but she was able to fit most of him into her mouth. She sucked firmly and rhythmically, stroking and swirling her tongue around his member.
He reached down slightly to grab the sides of her tank top and tugged upwards. The motion triggered her to lift her arms so that he could pull the top over her head and throw it onto the floor. As she worked his cock, he moaned and cursed under his breath. He used one hand to rub her bare breast and squeeze the nipple. His other hand fisted a handful of her hair and guided her head as she sucked.
She knew what she was doing and she knew damn well she was good at it. She loved the sound of immense pleasure in his moans. She was on a power trip, knowing that it was her mouth that was bringing him to the brink. She started making out patterns with her tongue and repeating them, causing his tip to ooze and become slick with pre-cum.
He couldn’t help but start thrusting slightly into her mouth, but she seemed to be accommodating to his movements. He began to feel the weakness in the knees and mounting pressure building in his balls. He didn’t want to come just yet; he wanted so desperately to be inside her. He allowed another moment to feel the heaven that was her mouth before he pushed her away and pulled her to her feet.
Breathing hard, they looked at each other with pure animal lust. Taking control, he lifted her left leg again, resting the back of her knee in the crook of his arm. Without warning, he lunged his cock into her hot dripping pussy, filling her completely to the hilt.
She cried out in surprise at his passionate assault. Her body tensed up, causing her inner muscles to squeeze so tightly, it felt like a death grip on around his entire dick.
“Whoa. Relax, mi bella,” he murmured in her ear. “I won’t hurt you. “
“I know, baby. But GOD DAMN you feel SO FUCKING GOOD!!!” she replied with her voice close to a shriek.
They stood unmoving for a few moments. With her clouded mind, she realized what he was doing: with much difficulty on his part, he was allowing her to stretch and accommodate to his girth. She was pleased that he was patient enough to not bang her unready pussy to kingdom come. But she waited for this moment for much too long.
And she wanted him to fuck her senseless.
She signaled she was ready for him by pressing her hips to his. He moaned an understanding of her subliminal message and began pulling out slowly. Shock waves shot through her body as he pulled out only halfway. He then surged into her again, going higher into her than when he first entered. She gasped! Her womb contracted and tightened around his cock again.
“Bella?” he murmured with concern in his voice.
“I’m fine. Do me, baby,” she encouraged.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He withdrew his cock to the tip before he plunged into her again. His thrusts increased. Like a fine-tuned piston, he pumped mercilessly in and out of her. Her gasps were the only response she could give to motivate him.
Their bodies were hot and she needed to feel the skin of his chest on hers. She nudged his torso back enough to grab the front of his shirt and start unbuttoning the first few buttons.
In a flash of frustration, he paused his thrusting to grab the shirt from the bottom and pulled it over his head. He threw the shirt to the floor and gave her a brief irritated look as if to ask, “Okay? Can we finish now?”
She smiled at his insistent look and ran her fingers across his damp chest, feeling the wet patch of hair glide across her palms. She smoothed her hands over to his nipples. Taking each nipple in her fingers, she gave them a firm pinch.
He groaned loudly and took hold of her hands, moving them out of his way. He reached around her waist and lifted her up against the door, holding her firmly in place. Instinctively she held onto his shoulders and wrapped both legs around his waist, giving him more access to her.
He resumed pumping in and out, this time going harder and deeper to areas she never knew existed. Her breaths became pants mixed with shrieks of pure ecstasy. He cursed with each thrust, his lips burning her neck and his teeth scraping on the flesh of her shoulder. Their bodies were slick with sweat and wreaked with the scent their sex. Their fucking was raw and feral.
Just when she was about to see colors before her eyes again, an orgasm blindsided her, causing an explosion of colors to happen instead. She screamed as the orgasm violated all her nerve endings. His rough shout soon followed as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her.
Breathing hard and fast, they held onto each other. Neither one wanted to let the other go. Months of working together with such animal magnetism between them have resulted in this initial taste of forbidden fruit.
Once they were able to regain control their erratic breathing, she heard him softly chuckle against her sweat-soaked neck.
“Mind sharing the joke?” she asked in a whisper.
“There’s no joke, bella.” he replied also in a whisper. “I was just thinking how folks at the office are going to talk *all kinds* *of shit* about us when we get back.”
“I know, baby,” she agreed with a chuckle of her own. “I know.”
FIN
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