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I can’t take my eyes off her.
I know her name: her beautiful smile, her husky voice. I know the way she moves; the soft, lilting sway of her hips as she walks by my desk. The full breasts that always seem to be slightly straining the buttons on her blouses. The top two buttons are always undone. I keep getting lost in the deep valley on show – the soft, tanned skin is so tempting to me.
I want to lick it, rain kisses on it, run my fingers over it.
I want to lose myself.
The lust I feel is like nothing I have ever experienced. It has captured me, a silken web that I don’t even attempt to break. I want to wrap myself in its gossamer threads.
Without thinking I push my chair back to stand up and follow the object of my fascination. The need to touch her is a craving that can no longer be ignored.
I don’t stop when I reach Sophia’s office; walking in I turn and shut the door, flicking the lock.
She turns from gazing out of the window.
There is a knowledge in her eyes.
Can she see how much I want her? I feel like she should, I feel like it is written in neon letters on my forehead as I walk towards her.
She is older than me, such a sexual being. Surely she has experience of this kind of lust, this level of need. My eyes lock onto hers. All I can think about is putting my lips on hers, licking into her mouth, touching her breasts.
Oh god! My heart is pounding, my body struggling to cope with the adrenaline coursing through it.
I stop right in front of her, our breasts almost touching. We are a similar height but that is where the similarity ends. I am pale and slender where she is all dark, sensuous curves.
I hear her exhale a long, shaky breath. Her rich, brown eyes are shining; gold flecks molten in their depths.
“I want you.” I whisper.
I see the word on her ruby lips, I feel it between my legs.
My hands cup her face, my thumb stroking across her plump lips. Her pink tongue flicks out to lick it, she sucks me into her mouth.
For a brief moment I cannot breath.
“I want to fuck you, make you come. I need to see you come for me.”
The words come out in a rush. I am losing control.
I want to take her, hard, wrap her in my web of wanton need.
“Oh god! Yes…” She moans as she lets go of my finger, falling back slightly to lean against the wall.
“Open your blouse.”
Her fingers work frantically at the small buttons as my hands yank her skirt up over her hips. I grab her silk panties and shove them down to just above her knees.
“Spread your legs.”
The panties mean she can only open her legs a little, but it’s enough. My fingers find her wet and ready. I thrust two inside her. Her eyes close, she is panting and clenching my fingers hard as I fuck her.
“Undo your bra.”
She raises shaky hands to the front clasp and pops it open. Her full breasts tumble out, her brown nipples already hard and tight. They sway a little each time my fingers fuck into her.
I want them in my mouth.
She watches me, waiting. A light sheen of sweat shimmers on her chest.
“Hold them for me.”
Her hands cup her stunning breasts and lift them to my waiting, ravenous mouth. I lick and suck them, leaving a wet, gossamer trail across her flawless, golden skin.
“Please…” She is on edge, I see the desperation on her face.
Withdrawing my fingers I quickly rub their slippery warmth on and around her clit until her whole body tenses.
Her hands let go of her breasts and fall down to press against the wall.
“I want to see you, Sophia.”
“Oh god! It’s too much… I can’t…” She is starting to panic.
I lean back slightly. I know what she needs.
My other hand comes down in a rapid series of smacks on her bottom. The stinging pain releases her orgasm and I thrust my fingers back into her body as she moans my name. Arching her back, she jerks and shudders through her climax.
I can’t look away.
I am lost.
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