out
which night and we can plan from there.”
Bradley stood up and
moved close to me, kissing my cheek, “That sounds perfect,” He paused and then
spoke again, “I missed you this weekend.”
My heart thrilled at
his words, “I missed you too.”
Bradley leaned down and
kissed me on the lips this time, slowly, gently and then more passionately. A
low hum of energy went up and down my spine — the same feeling I always got
whenever Bradley touched me. His fingers were pressed against the small of my
back and he pressed a little harder, having me fall against his body. My
breasts pressed against his chest as he kissed me deeper now, with tongue. His
hands glided down over to my ass which he started squeezing. My whole body felt
as though it was on fire. I was craving him again, needing his touch. One of
his hands moved away from my bottom and up to my breasts, squeezing them
through my shirt and bra. It sent shivers up and down my body and made me moan.
“Do you like that?” He
mumbled in a whisper in my ear.
I nodded.
“Let me hear you say
it.” He whispered.
His commanding tone
made my head melt and I found myself pressing against him, “I like it. I like
it.”
He kissed me hungrily
now, his hands moving up to the buttons on my shirt, undoing them slowly,
painfully, one by one. I wished he could hurry. I needed to feel his hands on
me. I knew he was dragging it out, teasing me and the thought made me
frustrated as well as heightening my pleasure. Finally, he undid the last
button. His hands went to my breasts and I sighed, contented. He pressed me
against the side of his desk as his hands moved along my breasts, tugging them
out of my bra. The cool air in the office hit my skin. The cold air and
Bradley’s warm touch made my entire body quiver. He kissed down my neck and
along my shoulders, slowly moving towards my breasts. Bradley took a nipple in
his mouth and sucked and I rolled my head back in pleasure.
“Bradley…” I sighed.
I had missed him more
than I had realized. The weekend without seeing him or feeling his touch had
felt long and empty. Now that his mouth were on my breasts and his hands on my
body, I could relax. Bradley pushed me back so I was laying on the desk. Just
like in my fantasy, I thought with a wicked thrill. He moved my skirt up around
my waist.
“Why even wear
underwear now?” Bradley murmured as he yanked my panties off.
He slid a finger up and
down my wetness, teasing me painfully. I moved my hips, trying to get him in
me.
“Please…” I begged.
Bradley smiled and I
heard him unzip his pants. I could feel his manhood now pressing against
my entrance. He was large and I was tight so it took some time for him to enter
me. But when he did, I arched my back. It felt as though every inch of me was
alive and vibrating against him. This is my fantasy, I thought again, in a
daze. As he started to move in me, I moved back, moaning in pleasure.
Bradley was mumbling my name as his hands gripped my waist.
“Yes, yes…” I moaned,
pumping against him as much as I could.
I felt as though I was
being taken over. My body was warm, sweat beading on my brow as I thrust
against him. My breasts were out in the open and my skirt bunched up around my
legs. Bradley still had his shirt on but his pants were around his ankles as he
moved in me, mumbling my name. My hair had come out of the bun I had worked on
so hard this morning, spilling out over the desk. All I wanted was him —
“I knew it!” A voice
rang out, triumphant, pleased and excited.
As if in slow motion, I
turned my head. Winter was in the doorway of the office. I had left the door
opened a crack when I had come in to give him his coffee. We had been too loud
to even hear the elevator come up. She was smiling, a twisted smile, as though
she knew all the secrets of the world. Bradley leapt away from me, trying to
tug his pants up while I covered myself up as best as I could, tugging my bra
up and trying to yank
which night and we can plan from there.”
Bradley stood up and
moved close to me, kissing my cheek, “That sounds perfect,” He paused and then
spoke again, “I missed you this weekend.”
My heart thrilled at
his words, “I missed you too.”
Bradley leaned down and
kissed me on the lips this time, slowly, gently and then more passionately. A
low hum of energy went up and down my spine — the same feeling I always got
whenever Bradley touched me. His fingers were pressed against the small of my
back and he pressed a little harder, having me fall against his body. My
breasts pressed against his chest as he kissed me deeper now, with tongue. His
hands glided down over to my ass which he started squeezing. My whole body felt
as though it was on fire. I was craving him again, needing his touch. One of
his hands moved away from my bottom and up to my breasts, squeezing them
through my shirt and bra. It sent shivers up and down my body and made me moan.
“Do you like that?” He
mumbled in a whisper in my ear.
I nodded.
“Let me hear you say
it.” He whispered.
His commanding tone
made my head melt and I found myself pressing against him, “I like it. I like
it.”
He kissed me hungrily
now, his hands moving up to the buttons on my shirt, undoing them slowly,
painfully, one by one. I wished he could hurry. I needed to feel his hands on
me. I knew he was dragging it out, teasing me and the thought made me
frustrated as well as heightening my pleasure. Finally, he undid the last
button. His hands went to my breasts and I sighed, contented. He pressed me
against the side of his desk as his hands moved along my breasts, tugging them
out of my bra. The cool air in the office hit my skin. The cold air and
Bradley’s warm touch made my entire body quiver. He kissed down my neck and
along my shoulders, slowly moving towards my breasts. Bradley took a nipple in
his mouth and sucked and I rolled my head back in pleasure.
“Bradley…” I sighed.
I had missed him more
than I had realized. The weekend without seeing him or feeling his touch had
felt long and empty. Now that his mouth were on my breasts and his hands on my
body, I could relax. Bradley pushed me back so I was laying on the desk. Just
like in my fantasy, I thought with a wicked thrill. He moved my skirt up around
my waist.
“Why even wear
underwear now?” Bradley murmured as he yanked my panties off.
He slid a finger up and
down my wetness, teasing me painfully. I moved my hips, trying to get him in
me.
“Please…” I begged.
Bradley smiled and I
heard him unzip his pants. I could feel his manhood now pressing against
my entrance. He was large and I was tight so it took some time for him to enter
me. But when he did, I arched my back. It felt as though every inch of me was
alive and vibrating against him. This is my fantasy, I thought again, in a
daze. As he started to move in me, I moved back, moaning in pleasure.
Bradley was mumbling my name as his hands gripped my waist.
“Yes, yes…” I moaned,
pumping against him as much as I could.
I felt as though I was
being taken over. My body was warm, sweat beading on my brow as I thrust
against him. My breasts were out in the open and my skirt bunched up around my
legs. Bradley still had his shirt on but his pants were around his ankles as he
moved in me, mumbling my name. My hair had come out of the bun I had worked on
so hard this morning, spilling out over the desk. All I wanted was him —
“I knew it!” A voice
rang out, triumphant, pleased and excited.
As if in slow motion, I
turned my head. Winter was in the doorway of the office. I had left the door
opened a crack when I had come in to give him his coffee. We had been too loud
to even hear the elevator come up. She was smiling, a twisted smile, as though
she knew all the secrets of the world. Bradley leapt away from me, trying to
tug his pants up while I covered myself up as best as I could, tugging my bra
up and trying to yank
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