"Honestly, I just needed to get out the house, didn't want to go to the office and I remembered you were alone today so I thought I'd pop in."
I notice he's eaten a big bite of his crumpet and has a drop of butter just falling down his chin. I'm torn what to do here but don't allow myself think about it and just get up, walk over and catch it with my thumb. I hesitate in bringing my hand away from his face. I'm staring at my thumb, so close to his mouth and he's stopped breathing. Slowly, he puts his plate down and reaches up for my hand. I think I've moved too fast, he's about to take my hand away and tell me that the reason he's popped in was to put a stop to this flirtation, that we need to be more professional and think of our partners.
But he doesn't. He takes my thumb and holds it while he opens his mouth, moves my thumb toward his tongue and licks from the base to the tip, then closes his lips around it, and starts to swirl his tongue around, before pulling out my thumb and licking his lips.
I can't speak now, but I'm hoping words won't be necessary for what will happen next.
I take my bravery into my own hands and climb on him, my knees either side of his thighs so I'm kneeling over him while he sits on the sofa.
I take his face into my hands and look into his eyes. I don't know what I'm searching for there.
Permission?
I look to his lips instead and get the answer I hoped for, his mouth parts just slightly and I take that as my "go ahead."
I'm wearing loose, thin jogging trousers and a sleeveless T-shirt with a soft sports bra underneath. My clothes therefore feel like a second skin and wherever his hands move I can feel them through the material. They start at my back, just sort of wrapped around but then they start exploring as I take my time with the kiss.
One hand moves up and the other down, the right hand going upwards gets to my neck and opens out to hold my neck in his huge hands from behind. This has the effect of making me feel like I'm in his control, a turn on like no other for me. He holds my neck steady and brings me closer to him.
The left-hand snakes its way down my spine and less just above the waistband of my low-slung bottoms, his little finger just grazing my butt-crack.
This kiss, this amazing kiss is all I ever hoped it would be and more. I've played this moment out in my head so often before and they do say that imagination is better than reality in these things (think about the 50 Shades film!) but this was next level. His tongue was so soft to touch but firm and definite in action, I couldn't get enough, and I somehow couldn't get him in my mouth enough. I felt a small moan escape and he pulled his face away, looking at me.
"Fuck" he growled.
"I'm sorry, I just. Fuck, I'm sorry"
I made a move to get up, slightly ashamed, slightly confused but mostly horny and frustrated.
"I wasn't saying it for that, it was more a 'fuck, I needed that' moment. Don't get up. I just needed to look at you for a second."
"Oh, ok. That's good. I'm very much enjoying myself here and was kind of hoping you were too. To be honest though, I'm not overly comfortable, can we move upstairs?"
I get off his lap and hold out my hand for him, which he takes and stands up. From this point on neither of us speak. I lead him upstairs and into the spare room. He sits on the edge of the bed and I once again kneel over him, legs either side but this time I push him back into the bed. I trace my fingernails up and down his torso over his T-shirt once or twice then go to the hem and start lifting, he helps by sitting up just briefly to get it over the top of his head.
I once again trail up and down but this time I can feel the goose bumps starting to raise and I spot his nipples hardening. This is something I cannot resist so I lean in and trail my tongue around his nipples, breathing on them. His breath starts becoming more audible, so I take that as encouragement and take the left nipple between my teeth, barely touching at first but pushed on by the sound coming from his throat I bite down a little harder.
His hands are just placed on my back at this point, but he starts to move them down to the hem of my own shirt and starts to pull it up.
I sit up and take it off for him. I want nothing more than to lie skin on skin with this man. I have ached for this for so long, it had started to become painful and now here he was, under me physically and under my control - for now.
I take off my sports bra and my breasts, though not great in size immediately get grasped by some large, strong hands.
He kneads them together, pushing toward each other while his thumb and forefinger on either hand graze my nipples
"Umm. I'm sorry but they don't come out, I have inverted nipples and they don't come out I'm sorry."
"Does it feel good though?"
It does, I admit to him there that although they don't show it, my nipples and breasts love to be played with and fondled, sending shockwaves right to my core. I'm getting wetter by the second and this is certainly going a long way to help.
But I can't stay away from his mouth any longer.
Of all the time I've been lusting over this man, that's the main thing I've fixated on. His mouth. Every time he speaks, I stare at his mouth. If I hear him laugh, I think about his lips. As soon as I see him my gaze is drawn to the bottom half of his face and I think about what his mouth feels like, what his lips feel like and what his tongue feels like.
It's my Achilles heel in the office and all concentration goes out of the window when he speaks to me.
I can't stay away from it for much longer so I bend back down, lying on top of him, my skin touching his skin and find his mouth with mine. I am so turned on right now, I can't think about being sassy or sexy or clever with what I'm doing here, I just go on instinct and stop trying.
Everything that happens next is just raw and driven by need.
I start grinding my groin into his, I can feel his cock through the clothes. We're both topless but bottoms are still in place. His cock isn't huge, by no means small, but it is thick and I can feel so much through my thin joggers. I've managed to position myself so the bulge of his jeans is rubbing my clit and I can feel the coarseness of the material. I start to get carried away with how that feels though so I somehow bring myself back a little and break away from the kiss. I've got to get that cock in my mouth. There isn't a single part of this man I don't want in my mouth but right now that's the part of him I need.
I fumble slightly with his belt and fly, he lifts his butt slightly off the mattress so I can pull the jeans down, he's not wearing boxers, and his cock springs free.
I can't wait to take his jeans all the way off and I leave them at knee height, too eager to fill my mouth with him to mess about.
Like I said, there is absolutely no finesse to this encounter at all and I hungrily open my mouth wide and get him all in straight away. I can feel him at the very back of my throat, my eyes start to water and I swallow hard a few times, my throat constricting around the head of him.
I come up slightly, take a breath and go back down, swallowing hard again.
Then I brace myself on my hands and start sucking and moving my head up and down, slowly at first but encouraged by the rasping breath and slight moans I start to move more quickly. As I go up and down my tongue circles around his cock. His right hand finds its way to the back of my head and tangling itself in my hair and making a fist, starts to control the rhythm and speed of my movements. This is what I love about this man. He takes control of what he wants with no fucks given. Right now he's commanding me without words to fuck him with my mouth. He starts grunting and bucking and the precum I can taste tells me he's about ready to cum, but he stops me immediately and lifts my head. I'm dribbling and my eyes are watering.
