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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Lunch breaks like that certainly make work bearable.