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Laura grins at me, and I kiss her. She kisses me back with wet, sloppy lips, and the feeling reverberates inside of my bones.
Laura spins around, placing her hands on the window. She looks over her shoulder, a twinkling look in her eyes, and bends just a little. She wiggles her ass, and I contemplate genuinely just jerking myself off to come over that pretty round ass.
Instead, I grab myself at the base again and then snake one arm around her. When my fingers touch her clit, she moans and shakes so hard, I think she might be as close as I am.
“Fuck me, David,” she whispers. “Please, just fuck me.”
“Anything you want,” I vow, and then I slide into her.
She’s so fucking wet, slippery and warm. I’ll never, not ever, get over the feeling of her, the texture. She’s soft and velvety, hot and wet. My dick pulsates inside of her, and when I pull my hips back, her walls clench around me to keep me there.
I snap my hips, and she lets out a loud moan. I do it again and again, my thumb circling her clit. She moans, letting out soft whimpers and desperate mewls.
Sweat drips down my forehead. I watch as my cock—shiny and wet from her juices, fucking hell—goes in and out of her. When I finally pry my eyes away fromthat, I see her pressed against the glass, her cheek on the window with her eyes clenched shut as she begs me to fuck her harder. I comply, and her tits press nearly flat against the glass with how hard I’m going. One hand is still between her thighs, the other on her shoulder, and as I fuck her, I can’t help but think that I have never wanted anyone half as much as I want Laura.
When she comes, it’s a surprise to us both—she screams, loud enough that if the office had still been open, anyone on the next three floors would be able to hear her. She keeps screaming, voice wavering as she grinds hard against my hand and dick. I feel her walls flutter and grow warmer and wetter, and then I’m coming, too.
It hits me hard, my grunts and groans involuntarily as I snap my hips against hers. I come and come and come, filling her warm pussy up, and when I finally come back to myself, she’s riding me through it, grinding against my softening cock.
“Laura,” I gasp.
She falls back against me, head on my shoulder. I slide out of her easily, and my come drips down my dick and her thighs.
“Fuck,” I say. My breathing is still uneven. “I forgot the condom.”
She looks down as if she hadn’t noticed. I look down, too, over her shoulder, and the sweat dripping between her pretty tits makes my spent dick twitch.
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” she admits softly.
My heart soars. “Me either,” I promise. “And I get checked regularly.”
“Me, too,” she says, nodding. “I’ve got the implant for birth control.”
I’m relieved.
“Sorry, I got caught up,” I apologize.
“No, I did, too.” She smiles at me, and we start to disentangle. As she redresses, there’s something so… intimate about it.
There’s nothing sexual about watching Laura scrunch her nose at her torn panties or shrug back into her shirt, slipping the bra into her bag. There’s nothing even attractive about watching her dab at her wet thighs with tissues.
But there’s something… intimate about it.
In the past, even with Laura, I haven’t wanted this. I wanted the sex, and then when that was done, I wanted to be left alone. Or if I wanted her, I wanted the soft intimacy of being wrapped together, satisfied and cozy.
This, though, is a new intimacy.
That I still want it…
I have to ignore it.
“You know,” she says conversationally once she’s dressed. “You should really consider adding a bed in here. It would save us a ton of time.”
I laugh, startled and surprised. She grins at me.
“Okay, I should get going.” She says. It stings a bit, but I need her to leave—I need her to leave because I don’t really want her to. “Thanks for the sex?”
I laugh again. “Thankyou.”
