reaching up under the simple tank top she had on to her bra. Wishing she still had on her lacy one, all that was lost in a haze of lust when he brushed his fingers against the fabric.
"Mmm, somebody is happy to see me," he whispered into her ear, causing a sudden nearly violent wetness in her shorts. She jerked away, leaving about a foot between them.
"What, baby?" He took a step back, passed a hand over his mouth. "Did I hurt you?"
Sara stared at what she could see of him, now that her eyes had adjusted to the gloom of the front office, and rubbed her arm nervously. Patently insane -- all of it . They were in her office for Christ's sake. She'd heard he liked to fuck around in public, but she didn't want to be another conquest. Her usually repressed nature struggled with her body's compulsion to have his hands on her, his mouth on hers, before she exploded. "Ah, no." Her voice wobbled, sounded thin to her own ears.
She turned away from him, hoping to marshal her strength and tell him to leave. As she made her way down the office hallway she knew by heart even in the darkness, she could smell him on her and knew at that moment, without a doubt, she would fuck him, right then in the office.
They had been building towards it for too long. Her brain knew to keep quiet -- it would not be heard over her body's clamor. Her baser need for him took over, and when he put a hand on her shirt and firmly tugged her back to him, she let him, shutting her eyes and praying she wasn't making a huge mistake.
She started to turn but he grabbed her from behind.
"Don't turn around," he whispered. "Let me show you what happens next. Just leave it all to me."
She relented and leaned back into his body. His lips claimed her neck. His hands rubbed both nipples at once. She bent her knees and moaned, raised her arms and put them behind her, around his head. He managed at some point to lose his expensive cufflinks and roll up his sleeves exposing tanned, strong forearms. He released each breast from their cup; caressed, rubbed, and pinched the aching hard nubs of sensitive flesh. His lips and teeth remained on her damp skin.
She began to move, rubbing against the heat of his erection pressed against her back. He groaned, and increased attention to her nipples, continued to use his lips to caress the back of her neck. A small fire burned wherever he touched her. She imagined she could come against the seam of her jeans, the pressure of his straining zipper against her, both of his hands on her nipples and his mouth in her ear and on her neck.
"Mmm… I have been dreaming of doing this to you for weeks." The words caused every nerve in her body to tingle. She closed her eyes.
He turned her around to face him, his hands on her upper arms. Before she could whimper about her poor lonely nipples he crushed his mouth on hers, pushing her up against the wall. Her left leg lifted and encircled his waist as her engorged clit begged for contact .
Oh my God, I am dry humping this grown man in my office.
He reached down and slowly unzipped her shorts, never removing his lips from the skin of her neck. He was muttering, something about "You smell exactly like I thought you would," but she couldn't be certain as her brain started fogging up like the inside of a car window, obscuring all rational thought.
Jack reached a hand down, brushed the outside of her panties. She moaned and leaned her head back against the wall. Sweat dripped slowly between her breasts as her breath caught in her throat. She sensed him grin against her skin as he leaned down to find the moisture and lap at it, his fingers lightly teasing her clit.
"Somebody is really happy to see me." His voice had an edge to it she loved.
Sara realized she was moving her hips, thrusting toward him as though drawn by a magnet. She started to reach down, needing to feel his flesh, but he grabbed her hands, lifted them up over her
"Mmm, somebody is happy to see me," he whispered into her ear, causing a sudden nearly violent wetness in her shorts. She jerked away, leaving about a foot between them.
"What, baby?" He took a step back, passed a hand over his mouth. "Did I hurt you?"
Sara stared at what she could see of him, now that her eyes had adjusted to the gloom of the front office, and rubbed her arm nervously. Patently insane -- all of it . They were in her office for Christ's sake. She'd heard he liked to fuck around in public, but she didn't want to be another conquest. Her usually repressed nature struggled with her body's compulsion to have his hands on her, his mouth on hers, before she exploded. "Ah, no." Her voice wobbled, sounded thin to her own ears.
She turned away from him, hoping to marshal her strength and tell him to leave. As she made her way down the office hallway she knew by heart even in the darkness, she could smell him on her and knew at that moment, without a doubt, she would fuck him, right then in the office.
They had been building towards it for too long. Her brain knew to keep quiet -- it would not be heard over her body's clamor. Her baser need for him took over, and when he put a hand on her shirt and firmly tugged her back to him, she let him, shutting her eyes and praying she wasn't making a huge mistake.
She started to turn but he grabbed her from behind.
"Don't turn around," he whispered. "Let me show you what happens next. Just leave it all to me."
She relented and leaned back into his body. His lips claimed her neck. His hands rubbed both nipples at once. She bent her knees and moaned, raised her arms and put them behind her, around his head. He managed at some point to lose his expensive cufflinks and roll up his sleeves exposing tanned, strong forearms. He released each breast from their cup; caressed, rubbed, and pinched the aching hard nubs of sensitive flesh. His lips and teeth remained on her damp skin.
She began to move, rubbing against the heat of his erection pressed against her back. He groaned, and increased attention to her nipples, continued to use his lips to caress the back of her neck. A small fire burned wherever he touched her. She imagined she could come against the seam of her jeans, the pressure of his straining zipper against her, both of his hands on her nipples and his mouth in her ear and on her neck.
"Mmm… I have been dreaming of doing this to you for weeks." The words caused every nerve in her body to tingle. She closed her eyes.
He turned her around to face him, his hands on her upper arms. Before she could whimper about her poor lonely nipples he crushed his mouth on hers, pushing her up against the wall. Her left leg lifted and encircled his waist as her engorged clit begged for contact .
Oh my God, I am dry humping this grown man in my office.
He reached down and slowly unzipped her shorts, never removing his lips from the skin of her neck. He was muttering, something about "You smell exactly like I thought you would," but she couldn't be certain as her brain started fogging up like the inside of a car window, obscuring all rational thought.
Jack reached a hand down, brushed the outside of her panties. She moaned and leaned her head back against the wall. Sweat dripped slowly between her breasts as her breath caught in her throat. She sensed him grin against her skin as he leaned down to find the moisture and lap at it, his fingers lightly teasing her clit.
"Somebody is really happy to see me." His voice had an edge to it she loved.
Sara realized she was moving her hips, thrusting toward him as though drawn by a magnet. She started to reach down, needing to feel his flesh, but he grabbed her hands, lifted them up over her
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