Building Passion: Finding Love
Late one afternoon things had pretty well been wrapped up for the day, when my inbox beeped, “Lanie, could you come into my office?” Nothing unusual about that, after all I am his assistant.
“I’ll be right in, Peter.” I replied.
When I opened the door something was different. “Please lock the door.” Peter says quietly. My heart begins to race, I feel breathless. The first thing I noticed was the lighting is dim,
“Peter, are you feeling all right? Headache? Is there anything I can do?” I ask becoming concerned.
Peter is sitting behind his desk watching me like a predator tracking his prey. “No Baby, no headache. Nothing is wrong, at all!” He smiles at me, his dark eyes glisten with desire. From the moment he spoke my ‘name’ my body reacted instantly. The top of his desk has been cleared.
Peter’s eyes never break my gaze. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons, exposing his chest. I begin to understand the electric current sizzling in this room. The magnetism is pulling me closer to him.
Swallowing hard my mouth watering at the thought of tasting his skin again. I part my lips trying to calm my breathing.
He extends his hand to me, “Come here Lanie Baby. I want to hold you.”
Walking around to the side of the desk I stop and look at him. His dark hair tousled. Just waiting for me to run my fingers through it. I fist my hands to stop myself.
He squeezes my hand so warm in his. Our fingers twine together. He pulls me toward him. Peter’s body is lean and hard waiting for me.
I kick off my shoes and curl up into his lap. I cover his neck with soft kisses. My nose is buried in his chest inhaling his scent. His strong arms wrapped lovingly around me. He gently kisses my forehead. “I have missed you My Peter.”
Strong fingers tilt my chin up to take my lips. Softly at first, playful kisses, from side to side even the tip of my nose. He nips at my lip, teases me with his tongue. Hungry kisses follow with long strokes of his tongue against mine. I moan into his mouth. “You taste so damn good.”
I must have his hands on my skin. I start unbuttoning my shirt. I am greeted with grateful kisses on my neck. Now, clad in black lace his fingers skirt across the cups toying with the lace.
“This is beautiful Baby. I love you in lace. “Peter’s voice thick with lust. Pushing the cups down releasing my breasts from their trappings. He buries his head between the mounds. Kissing and biting his way to each nipple. Sucking them into his mouth, with deep pulls. Sending shivers through me straight to my core. He rolls his tongue against the nipple causing me to push into his mouth. I cup his neck and pull him into me wanting more.
My hips grind against his swelling cock, Peter groans and says to me “I’ve wanted to put you on top of my desk for so long. I want to taste you, Baby Mine.”
Standing before him, he slides his hands up my skirt. Caressing the lace of my panties, Peter lightly kisses my tummy, “It drives me insane knowing what lies beneath your clothes every day. I want you so much.” Then an all too familiar sound of ripping lace is heard. I gasp, not in horror but pure pleasure. That’s two! I unzip my skirt, shimmy it down. I perch myself on the edge of his desk, and spread my legs wide. Now it’s his turn to gasp. I see him adjust his zipper and hear the squeak of his chair. “Damn baby, beautiful pink pussy”
Leaning back on my elbows, Peter’s eyes gleam like a kid in the candy store who just spotted his favorite treat. He rubs his finger down the middle of my plump pink lips. “So ready for me already Baby Mine?”