Lunch break.

We never make out any more, it’s just fuck fuck fuck all the time.” I’m sure he was smil­ing. At the time I was busy being pinned to the bed, both of us just remov­ing our pants to get at each other.

I had been tempted but planned on just fix­ing him lunch then send­ing him back to work for a meet­ing. He started it. I can’t resist when he teases me. He came up from behind, put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. Kiss­ing my neck as he whis­pered in my ear. My hands went on their own and I am feel­ing him through his jeans.

When he jumped on the bed and told me to take off my clothes I thought he was jok­ing. So instead I rubbed his stiff­en­ing cock and kissed him. Kissed his mouth, his ears, his throat; all the while his cock gets harder and harder. I love feel­ing him beneath his clothes. I love see­ing him strain­ing against the fabric.

This make out ses­sion was not going to be enough. Soon he is tak­ing off his pants and work­ing on mine. He is hard and ready, spring­ing out from behind his briefs, wait­ing for me to climb on. A moment in my mouth and I oblige, his full length slid­ing into me. I ride him slowly feel­ing him deep inside me. I’m not cum­ming as quickly I warn him. “Take your time” he says. And I do. I ride deeply, slowly, feel­ing him. Closer and closer I get. My orgasm teas­ing me, stay­ing just out of reach until it’s there and I explode. Breath­ing hard and moan­ing still slid­ing up and down his hard slick penis.

Worth the wait?” he asks. Oh yes, I tell him as he climbs on top to con­tinue fuck­ing me, promis­ing to fill me with his hot cum.

Spent, breath­ing heavy, and smil­ing we get up. Pants are pulled back on and he is off to his meet­ing, late. I ask what he will say, what he will tell them when they ask why he was late. “I was doing it” he says with a smile.

Great lunch break for me.

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  1. Marianne says on :

    Lunch breaks like that cer­tainly make work bearable.

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