Overtime - with Eric
I hadn't planned on having to work longer hours in the office. Especially not that this would also be the case with Eric. I studied my documents while my colleagues went home one by one. At some point, I look up and only see Eric. Why is my pulse suddenly skyrocketing? My cheeks are glowing. My mind flashes back to the countless moments when I've met eyes that wanted to say more than colleagues usually do. Once he handed me a folder and our fingers touched. That hit me like an electric shock. But he never ventured a step further. Maybe I should have left it at that. But I even dreamt about him. Several times. And things got pretty hot in those dreams. I peek around the decorative wall of plants. I realize that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And I have no intention of letting it go to waste.
Touches that fuel our lust
I grab a few papers, take a deep breath and walk over to his desk. He looks up, and there it is again, that look that touches me deeply. But there is also the boundary that holds him back. "Hey," I say, "can you take a look at this?" He takes the papers, puts them on the table and leans over them. I stand next to him and lean forward as if I were reading too. My knee touches his thigh. My hand rests lightly on his shoulder. As if unintentionally, he places his hand on my leg. We both look intently at the text. I increase the pressure with my knee and feel his fingers on my skin. When he asks me for details, his voice sounds strained. I answer seemingly matter-of-factly, but all my attention is focused on his hand, which first rests on the back of my knee and then slowly moves higher. The hand slides between my thighs as if by chance. We are still pretending that nothing is wrong.
But his tender touch sends pleasant shivers through my body. My breathing quickens. When his fingers reach the fabric of my briefs and he gently strokes the bulge, I close my eyes. My hand claws into his shoulder. His fingers slide under the fabric, feeling their way between my lips. I breathe deeply. So deep... He turns to me, pushes my skirt up and directs me in front of him, leaning against the desk. He looks up at me and pulls down my panties. I sit down on the desk so that he can lift my legs. What is he doing? Then I just look down at his mop of hair between my thighs. But soon his caresses make everything blur before my eyes. I brace myself, think of nothing, lean my head back and give myself completely to his tongue. I'm already flooded with the shivers of pleasure that herald supreme bliss.
He stands up and I hold on to his shoulder as he kisses me, deep and wild. A belt buckle clicks, fabric rustles. I moan as he comes into me hard and full. Everything around us disappears in a frenzy of lust and devotion. I come in long, violent waves that linger for a long time. However, I will probably have to print out the papers again.
Source: Lea