Her heart was in her throat as she approached room 343. Back in her room, she battled with herself for almost the entire hour as she debated whether or not to go. If she was going to go, should she get changed and arrive angry and defiant? Or show up in her dress and pounce on him the moment she got in the door? After all, she had worn it for him whether she wanted to admit it or not.
She tottered in the heels a bit as she made her way down the hall. The drinks she had helped her decide to come but didn’t help her get to her destination. Luckily, she remembered to grab one of her carefully labeled folders so that if anyone saw her in a hall she had a reason for why she was going to Kyle’s room late in the evening. It turned out to be a useless precaution since the hallways were empty even though it was still early.
Standing in front of the doorway, she paused for a moment and considered going back to her room. She really didn’t want to let him win after his trick under the table and in the closet. This felt like giving in. Turning on her heel she decided to head back. Just as her back was to the door she heard it open, and two strong arms grabbed her and pulled her back into the room. The folder dropped from her hands in the hallway.
Angry, she turned to yell at him, but before the words even formed, his mouth hungrily met hers. Her weak protest lasted only seconds until she reached her hands up to bury them in his hair and bring him closer. His warm bare chest pressed against the lace of her dress and she was annoyed she hadn’t taken the time to change. It would take longer to get out of this dress than it would casual clothes. Letting her hands travel down his back to his butt she realized he was standing there in just a towel.
“Turn around,” he said in a low voice that barely sounded his own.
Surprisingly, she did without comment. He gently caressed the back of her neck as he worked apart the fasteners of the dress. Finally reaching the zipper he drew it down slowly as if revealing a gift. She let a small sound escape her as his fingers trailed down her back and slid the dress off her shoulders. The lace and satin pooled at her heels, leaving her in just a powder blue thong.
He pulled her back against him instead of turning her around and started kissing her neck and shoulders as his hands moved over the front of her body. Enjoying his exploration of her body, she leaned back into his solid warmth and could feel him hard and pressed against her through the towel.
“Do you know how bad I have wanted to do this?” he whispered into her ear.
“But, you never… you pretend you don’t care…” she stuttered out as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts.
He turned her around so that she had to meet his startling green-gold eyes, “Every minute is a struggle to not give in to my desires. If I give even a little at work and look at you I am afraid I will end up fucking you on a meeting table.” With that, he recaptured her lips as he pulled down her thong. She pulled off his towel in response and he was as hard and ready as she had remembered.
Pushing him back towards the bed she couldn’t stop running her hands over him. He was really here, naked in front of her. Two months of horrible longing wanting him back in her mouth, in her body. Two months watching his lips move over video chats in virtual conferences. Two months wondering if he was thinking of her as much as she thought of him. All this ran through her head as she pushed him back on the bed and looked at his perfect body waiting for her. She wanted to savor every minute of it.
She quickly removed her heels and climbed on top of him. He reached up to continue kissing her, and she dipped her head to kiss his neck instead, her cheek brushing over his beard. Working her way over his collarbones and neck she took her time as she explored his body with her mouth. He tasted clean and spicy from his shower and the combination was almost dizzying as she moved down over his abs and hips.
Finally, she reached the perfect length of him, which she gently kissed and caressed. She wanted more than anything to jump on him and ride him hard, but she resisted and savored every inch of him instead. Gently she began sucking and licking him and making him moan above her. Using her hands she alternated squeezing and sucking, going slow and then faster until he was just at the edge, and then backing off.
The third time she did this he was so close that he moaned loudly and gritted his teeth when she pulled back. He gave a strangled sound and sat up to grab her by the arms.
“I get it, I get it, you are punishing me,” he practically yelled as he tossed her gently facedown on to the bed. She tried to turn over and protest but he was already behind her, lifting her hips up to meet his own.
Without waiting he buried himself deep inside her. Her answering moan was quickly stifled by the pillow she had buried her face into. He found his rhythm quickly, having already been so close. Hard and fast he drove into her from behind, pushing her down onto the bed with enough force that she could barely catch a breath. The bed creaked violently under them. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold on a moment longer, he felt her tighten around him and scream her pleasure into the pillow. He came with such force that he immediately felt lightheaded and like someone was knocking in his brain. It was amazing and they were both panting with pleasure.
But the knocking was coming from the door.
