In the space full of silence, their heartbeats quickened, eyes burning with lust, unable to conceal their desire for each other. Minds buzzing, at this moment nothing else mattered—not the world, not their reputation.
Unable to contain his desire, he whispered, "I want you now. I can't take it anymore."
He cupped her clothed breast, and she moaned, "Ahhh… mnnn… please…"
One of his hands worked over her breast while the other moved down to her hips, grabbing her ass cheek and pulling her closer. Their crotches ground together, her body arching as she felt his hard bulge pressing insistently through his pants.
He kissed her again, this time rougher, urgent, his tongue sliding along her lips—a plea for entrance. When she didn't respond quickly enough, he spanked her firmly, earning a sharp moan. The sound broke her resistance, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, sucking on hers with hunger.
His hand caressed her waist, then slipped under her clothes, passing beneath her bralette. He cupped her bare breast, massaging it roughly before teasing her nipple—rolling it, pinching it, drawing desperate moans from her.
"Ahhh… so good… please, I want more," she begged breathlessly.
She began pulling at his shirt, tossing it aside before stripping out of her own clothes one by one, until she stood naked in her full glory—slim waist, soft curves, her body glowing with need. The sight made his cock twitch harder, straining with excitement.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she tugged down his pants and boxers, releasing his thick, rigid length. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking up and down, earning a throaty groan from him.
Then she leaned forward, lips parting, and took him into her mouth. She licked and sucked slowly, letting him feel her tongue trace along his shaft. But he was too far gone—grabbing her hair, he began thrusting, fucking her mouth with urgent need. She hummed around him, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through his cock until he finally spilled deep inside her. She swallowed every drop without hesitation.
Lifting her up, he placed her on the table, kissing down her jaw as one hand teased her breast and the other slid between her thighs. He circled her clit slowly, making her wetter with every stroke, until he slid a finger inside her tight heat. He worked her with practiced rhythm, adding a second, then a third finger, scissoring and curling until she cried out, cumming hard on his hand. He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her sweetness.
"Baby," he growled, "now we're going to the main course. I've dreamed of fucking you senseless, hearing you beg for more. Tonight I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name—you'll only remember me."
He stroked himself a few times, eyes devouring the sight of her flushed body trembling before him. Then he pressed himself at her entrance and pushed inside, rough and deep.
She gasped as her walls stretched around him, pain flashing across her face. "Ahhh—it hurts, please…"
He stilled, kissing her gently, distracting her with his mouth on her neck, his fingers pinching her nipples until her whimpers softened.
"It'll pass, baby. Trust me," he soothed.
When she finally nodded, whispering "Move," he began slowly, each thrust easing away her pain, replacing it with growing waves of pleasure. His grip tightened on her hips, spanking her ass between thrusts, making her moan louder, begging for more.
"Harder… faster… please…" she cried.
He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust deeper, rougher, until she broke again, cumming hard around him. But he didn't stop—he kept going, chasing his own release until, with a final shudder, he spilled inside her, groaning her name. Their mixed fluids dripped between her thighs as he stayed buried in her, savoring the moment before pulling out.
After a short rest, his voice was husky. "On all fours. We're not done yet."
The night carried on with them exploring each other in every position imaginable, their bodies tangling in endless waves of pleasure.
By the time dawn crept in, they finally left, exhausted but sated, knowing this night had only been the beginning. From that day on, they continued their secret, heated sessions—sometimes in hotels, sometimes in her apartment, and even, daringly, in his office.