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She was beyond nervous. It wasn’t just about her presentation, though public speaking did make her stomach uneasy. She hadn’t spoken to him since she ran out of his office earlier that week. She had managed to slip out the side door when his back was turned after his class yesterday. She wasn’t ready to face the music. She couldn’t admit that she touched herself every night since, playing it over in her head. That it was probably the hottest thing that she had experienced. That she wanted to taste him again… She had to get through tonight, then she’d deal with it. She checked her flash drive for the third time, making sure all her files were in place.
He stood in front of his mirror, re-tying his tie once again. He was frustrated. Twice now she had managed to run off before he got to talk to her. He didn’t even really know what he was going to say but figured it’d come to him when he got the chance. Foolish, most likely, as whatever part of his brain thought rationally took a smoke break whenever she got too close. He knew it shouldn’t happen again. It shouldn’t have happened once, but he found himself utterly fascinated by her. Not to mention the spark he felt from even the more innocent touches. Not that any really counted as that anymore.
“Good enough” he muttered as he shrugged on his jacket. He was not going to try to tie it a fifth time. He grabbed his keys and head out.
It was an event for the graduate department, and along with a few other students, she was giving a short talk to prospective students. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten roped into it, normally avoiding things like this as much as possible but nevertheless, there was her name on the program. She couldn’t get out of it now. She just hoped he would show up very late, if at all. She grabbed a club soda, hoping it would settle her stomach. A roomful of people paying attention to her was not her idea of a good time.
She listened to those speaking before her, not really absorbing anything as she scanned the room. No sign of him, thank goodness she thought. The time had come, and she took the stage. Right as she began, she saw him. He had been blocked by a flower arrangement but her new vantage point gave her a clear view, and more importantly, did the same for him. She gulped. As she muddled through, she felt his eyes on her. She tried to keep her gaze wandering but her eyes kept snapping to his. She hoped no blush came to her cheeks as she felt herself get a little wet as she took in his appearance. Why did he always have to look so dashing?
He couldn’t help it – the smirk that took hold as he watched her. She was visibly uncomfortable, but he recognized the faint blush that crept over her as they locked eyes. He knew it was wrong, but he loved that his presence seemed to have an effect on her. Hers certainly has an effect on me, he thought as he tried to discretely adjust himself. He used the time to slowly scan her from head to toe. She had on a fairly modest black dress, little lace cap sleeves and a hem swaying just above her knees. Her sheer black tights disappeared into her closed toe, yet surprisingly high heels. It wasn’t until she was exiting the stage that he noticed how low the dress dipped in the back. He wanted to know what was under it. Uh oh.
She couldn’t get off the stage fast enough. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She stuck to the wall as she made a beeline for the door. She knew she wasn’t supposed to leave yet but she needed a moment calm herself. She found the ladies room down a hallway but just as her right palm pressed against the door, she felt someone grab her left.
His eyes had followed her dash. He waited just a beat before following her trail, fully intending to simply clear the air and move on, but then his hand reached out for hers. It sent a tingle up his arm the second skin met skin. Whatever words he had been thinking were stuck in his throat. He just wanted to feel more. Later, he’d be unable to explain how her back ended up against the wall. How her fingers became threaded through his. They both froze like that for a moment, the air hanging heavy in what little space between them remained. Her eyes searched his and his searched hers. Though it was mere seconds, it felt long as the silence stretched. She unconsciously licked her lips as he brought one hand to sweep hair from her face. Gaze locked, his lips hovered just above hers and she leaned into it. Lips had just met lips when there was a sudden crash, and they sprang apart.
He peered around the corner and chuckled as he saw the source of the ruckus. Someone had left the main doors open and a sudden gust of wind had toppled the sign and easel advertising the event. He explained and they shared a laugh and the tension lightened.
“Probably not wise of us to…uh…talk…here anyways” he motioned to the open hallway.
She chucked nervously. “Talk…yeah, right.” She shifted her weight from foot to foot.
“Come on” he reached out for her hand again. She looked at it, unsure, before meeting his eyes again. They were light yet stormy and easy to get lost in. She followed wordlessly as he led her around the corner, down a flight of stairs to a door.
The room was dark but clearly empty, except for a large conference table surrounded by chairs. He closed the door after them and turned to face her.
“I –” he began but didn’t get a chance to finish. Somewhere between the jump scare and finding themselves alone in a meeting room, she found her nerve. Maybe it was from the jolt of electricity she felt when his hand grabbed hers. Maybe it was from the look in his eyes. But as he turned from the door, he found himself pressed back into it as her lips hungrily found his. His surprise slowed his reaction, but as he felt her start to pull back, he quickly snaked his arms around her waist, pressing her body into his to show that was not what he wanted at all and returned her kiss with a fervor.
She felt his hands, firm on her hips, as hers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, keeping their bodies pressed together. He grabs her ass as he kisses down her neck. A soft exhale parts her lips as she tilts her head to the side, giving him better access. She untucks his shirt so she can slide her hands up his chest and around to grip his back. He toys with the hem of her dress before his hands delve under to skim up her thighs. He feels lace and, intrigued, he spins them around so her back is against the door. He pushes her dress up towards her waist and can’t help the groan as he realizes her tights are really lace top thigh highs held in place by a matching garter belt. A simple black thong completes the look. She chews her bottom lip, a nervous habit, as he examines her. His eyes meet hers again as he firmly grasps her ass once again, this time pulling her up to straddle him with her back against the door as he gets lost in her lips.
She moans into his lips before swiping her tongue over his bottom lip asking for entrance as she locks her legs around him. His tongue duels with her as his hands focus on slipping her dress from her shoulders while gently grinding his now hard cock against her pussy. Her hips clash against his and she works on removing his shirt, needing his skin against hers. There is a palpable heat building from their bodies. He slides on hand between them to feel her wetness. She gasps as he makes contact. His fingers move under her panties, teasing her clit before sliding inside.
Between moans, she works on unbuttoning his pants, feeling like she can’t do it fast enough. Needing to feel more of him. She grabs his hardness and grips him lightly as she moves her hand up and down his length. She feels his hot breath on her ear, his forehead leaning on the door for extra support as she begins to slide his cock over her clit and up and down the length of her pussy. He quickly becomes coated in her wetness as she repeats the pattern.
He is pulsing with her every move. He wants to enter her as she plays and teases but manages to resist as he watches her play with her clit with his cock. He kisses her and whispers “cum for me,” sending shivers down her spine. She leans her head back against the wall, closing her eyes as she runs the head of his cock in circles over her clit. She wants him inside her, but this feels so good. He inserts a second finger, making a “come hither” motion as she plays. He wants her to lose control. She knows she’s close as her breath grows ragged.
“Cum for me” he repeats.
Her mind is fuzzy. All she can focus on is how amazing he feels against her, how his cock pulses with her movements. She looks forward and finds him staring at her, a hungry look in his eyes. That look is her undoing. She trembles in his arms as her orgasm his and waves of pleasure wash over her.
This is where he makes his move. Sliding her panties to the side, he enters her slowly while kissing her softly, allowing her to come back down. Slowly sliding in and out, he plays with her nipple through her dress before kissing from her collarbone, up her neck to find her lips again.
Her breath slows to match their movements but is no way caught. She relishes every touch, every kiss, every nibble but her legs have grown weak and start to slide down. Noticing, he reacts quickly and grips under her thighs. Holding her, he walks them over to the table, setting her down gently on the edge. He meets her eyes as he slowly slides the zipper down her dress. Already pushed off her shoulders, it quickly falls to her waist, revealing her bare breasts and hard nipples. He is quick to take one between his teeth as he pushes her dress off and out of the way. She slides her legs down his sides, sliding his pants down on the way before ridding him completely of his jacket and shirt. She grabs the loosened tie she kept around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss as he slides back inside her. They both moan in relief and the returned contact and extra skin on skin.
Her nails dig into his shoulders and her chest arches into him, nipples craving the friction.
“I want to feel you cum” she whispers before nipping at his earlobe and kissing sloppily down his neck.
He trembles, pulsing harder now. He whispers back “Cum with me” wanting the tension of her pussy as she climaxes to be what sends him over the edge.
His forehead rests against her shoulder as his fingers find her clit between them. One hand knots itself in his hair as he thrusts faster. His breath is hot on her ear.
“I crave you” he murmurs against her neck.
Her body tenses, starting to tighten around him. She tugs his hair back so she can find his lips, kissing him deeply. She moans into him as he thrusts deeply. Shivers course through her again as she clings to him, lost in the moment. He grunts as his warm cum fills her and his movements slow. Their bodies freeze except for the heavy rise and fall of their chests as they try to regain their breath, forehead against forehead.
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