“Y - es, why?”
He dropped his head to his desk. His reply was muffled. “Because I’ve liked you for months, too!”
“Hey, look at me.” He sat back up again. “Let’s not worry about that any more, okay? So we’ve both messed around for months. But we’re here now, we’re on the same page. So let’s just make a pact not to waste any more time.”
Stephen nodded. “I agree.” He glanced to the open door, then held up a finger. Standing, he walked out and checked that everybody had gone - even shouting out a few times to make absolutely sure.
When he came back in, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. He closed the door behind him. “We’re alone. So, what were you saying about not wasting any more time?”
The bubble of lust expanded further, and spurred her on. Out of her seat, across the room and into his arms. She pressed him against the door, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He responded immediately, pulling her harder against his body, her curves moulding against his hard torso - and harder cock. Their kiss deepened. Stephen parted his sinful lips and his tongue tried for entry to her mouth. She allowed it in, almost swooning in his embrace as he possessed her lips, her mouth, her tongue. Her bubble burst, and her knickers quickly became drenched. All this, just from a kiss. She suspected the months of lusting after him had probably added to her arousal - the fact that she was finally, finally, getting what she wanted.
Except she wasn’t. The kiss was delightful and all, but what she really wanted was his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her pussy. She pulled away.
“Mmm,” he said, grinding his crotch against hers. “You taste of chocolate.”
She grinned. “I should think I bloody well do.”
“We’ll have to share one of those some time. It looked good.”
“Mmm - hmm. But I can think of something I’d rather share, right now.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She slipped her hand between their bodies and cupped his crotch. She sucked in a breath as she felt the heft of his cock. She suspected it would do very nicely... and then some.
Stephen’s eyebrows shot almost into his hairline. “What, you want to...”
She nodded. “That’s what I meant about not wasting time. I’ll go on a date with you, but right now, please just fuck me.”
“Normally, I’d be much more up for taking it slow. But to be honest, as soon as I watched you eat that chocolate flake, I was a goner. I stood in here with a stiffy so hard it was almost painful.”
Hilary’s laughter filled the room. “I’m glad to hear I have such a positive effect on you. I always thought chocolate was an aphrodisiac.” She moved away from him and back over to the desk, sweeping the things on it to one side and leaving a space she could lie down on. Then she grabbed her handbag, searched around in it for a couple of seconds and drew something out. Putting it down and leaning on the edge of the desk, she held out her hand.
Stephen stepped forward and took the item from her, quickly recognising the small foil rectangle. On closer inspection, he saw it was a chocolate flavoured condom. He snorted. “Are you serious? More chocolate? Aren’t you sick of it?”
“Not where you’ll be putting it,” she replied.
With that, he gave her a wicked grin and held the wrapper carefully between his teeth as he undid his belt and trousers, and lowered them and his boxer shorts. Undoing the foil and tossing it into the bin, he then rolled the rubber down his shaft. The scent of chocolate filled the room.
“It’s quite fitting, really.” Hilary said, moving onto the desk. She lifted her skirt, pulled her thong to one side and wrapped her legs around his bottom, pulling him to her.
“What?”
“That we should be fucking to the scent of chocolate - since that’s what brought us together in the first place.”
“That’s true,” he said, aiming his shaft at her entrance. “I like it. Nice symmetry.”
“Indeed. Now stop talking and fuck me.”
Leaning back on the desk, she waited until Stephen was looming over her and pulled him down for another kiss. At the same time, he entered her, and they moaned into one another’s mouths at the delicious sensation. Arching her back, she encouraged him to fuck her harder, faster. She was plenty wet enough, and all she wanted was to have a blistering orgasm as the man she’d been lusting over for months screwed her. Their grunts and moans filled the room, and she figured that at the rate they were going, she’d be there very, very soon. As would he. Then maybe there’d be time for round two - a slower, more exploratory fuck, with some foreplay.
They had plenty of time to get to know one another. Later.
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