At The Office [mf], pt. 2

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

My teeth sink into your neck, grabbing at your flesh, biting your hungrily. My hands begin to knead your breasts now, a little more roughly. I'm enjoying how pliant and supple your body is. How willing you are. My hands are strong on your breasts, squeezing them and plucking gently at your hardening nipples. I growl into your neck. You can feel my desire. How much I need you, want you, must have you.

Right now.

Still behind you, I press my hips into you, and you can feel the hardness against your behind. I slide a hand down your belly, tracing the curve of your waistband, sliding a finger just underneath your pants, feeling your bare skin. I stop a moment from devouring your neck to kiss you again…deeply, desperately. I move against you and you begin a gently seductive sway of your hips. It is irresistable and I have no intention of resisting.

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.

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