He'll wait until he and Kateryna are alone

Steam curls upward from the forgotten mugs, carrying the bitter aroma of coffee that mingles with the lingering musk in the confined space beneath the desk. A soft shuffling echoes near the door, accompanied by the hesitant click of heels on carpet—someone lingering, undismissed, drawn into the room's thickening atmosphere. Your breath slows, steady against the cool wood pressing into your back, while Kateryna's thighs brush your shoulders in subtle tremors, her skin still warm from the recent surrender.

Fingers trace idle patterns along her calf, light enough to tease without insistence, keeping the connection alive as voices weave above. The discussion reignites with familiar cadence, circling work matters like promotions and team strategies, Kateryna's tone sharp and guiding at first.

A sip interrupts the flow, followed by a dreamy exhale, the chair creaking as weight shifts. Praise slips in unexpectedly, your name invoked with a spark of admiration for ideas that "light up the place," drawing a tentative agreement from the newcomer, her voice soft and lilting, cheeks perhaps warming though unseen from your vantage.

Time drifts in measured increments, the air growing heavier, scented with the invisible pull that bends wills. Subtle nudges come from above—a foot grazing your side playfully—while compliments deepen, layering your qualities like building a shrine: knack for clarity, charm that captivates.

Laughter rings out lighter now, freer, as the talk veers personal, declarations of following anywhere, auras that quicken pulses. The third voice joins fully, inhibitions dissolving in admissions of dreams and willingness to please, each word laced with escalating excitement.

Whispers turn conspiratorial halfway through, every glance a gift, lives rearranged in devotion. Echoes of soulmates and swelling pride fill the space, the original agenda discarded, replaced by shared obsession humming like a current.

Declarations peak as the hour nears its end, fervent and unrestrained, painting perfection in hushed tones. A sudden shift breaks the rhythm—commands issued to seek you out urgently, followed by the rustle of fabric and retreating steps, a door left ajar inviting a whisper of breeze.

Silence settles briefly, then a face peers down, eyes gleaming with heated promise. "Coast's clear, my love. Come on up—I've missed you."

You feel your cramped legs finally uncoil, the stiffness protesting with a dull ache as you shove away from the desk's underbelly, rough carpet scraping against your knees in sharp creaks.

Cooler air rushes over your skin, banishing the trapped heat from that tight space, and a shiver runs through you while your arms stretch high, twisting out the knots buried deep in your spine. Your shoulders release with a sudden pop that echoes satisfaction, fingers spreading wide to chase away the lingering tightness, the pull sinking into your core and smoothing your breaths into an even flow.

Balance shifts as your foot plants solid on the floor, the other leg extending back, your calf lengthening under that intentional tug until the built-up ache from hours hidden starts to dissolve. Your toes curl tight then release against the weave beneath, anchoring you while the burn eases and fresh blood prickles through once-numb areas, awakening them with a warm tingle. Palms flatten against the desk's cool edge, your body hinging forward at the hips, spine curving in a fold that draws out the hamstrings' tension, each deep breath you take amplifying the gradual release.

Twisting follows as you rotate your torso slow at the start before picking up speed, aligning your vertebrae in soft pops that whisper through the quiet room. Swinging your arms broadly overhead rolls your shoulders loose, the motion brushing off confinement's remnants like a gust scattering dust. Tilting your neck left pulls a stretch through the muscles, then right, dropping your chin to your chest for a moment before rising it toward the ceiling, ironing out the kink from all that time spent crouched and unseen.

You stand upright at last, shaking your wrists and ankles in quick flicks that invigorate your joints as blood surges back, chasing away the last haze of immobility. That's when she steps close, wrapping her hands around your waist with warm insistence to pull you in tight. She crashes her lips into yours—soft but urgent—pressing her body flush against you as if she's craved this touch.

Kateryna traces fingers from one hand up your back, grazing her nails lightly over the fabric, while she cradles your jaw with her other palm, angling it for deeper access; she hums a moan from her throat, vibrating it into you as her curves fit perfectly and spark electric jolts along your nerves.

Your hot breaths mix between as Kateryna’s tongue darts past your lips, swirling slow and deliberate to draw yours into the dance. Coffee's bitter-sweet tang clings to her, pulling you further into the rhythm, her chest heaving against yours where hardened nipples press through thin layers like insistent demands. Your hands settle at the small of her back, fingers digging in to steady the sway, holding her steady amid the building heat.

A shiver races through her when your palm glides higher, brushing the curve beneath her breast, thumb circling lazy without rush. Kateryna arches toward you, gasping as the kiss breaks just a fraction, eyelids fluttering half-shut in the blinds' dim glow—the raw, needy sound lingering soft before she dives back in, nipping your lower lip gently with her teeth, sending a sharp jolt straight to your core.

Your hands roam freely now, as she fumbles urgently at your belt, the leather hissing softly while it gives way. You run your fingers in Kateryna hair, tilting her head back to reveal her throat's smooth line, where you descend with kisses—starting as light pecks that shift to open-mouthed pulls, raising faint red marks on her skin.

Kateryna’s pulse hammers wildly beneath your tongue, mirroring the heat gathering low in you, as each grind from her hips fans the flames until the fabric pulls taut with strain.

Kateryna presses you back against the desk's edge, changing the leverage as the wood bites into your thigh while she twines her legs with yours, yanking you even closer. She whimpers between breaths, raking her nails down your sides to leave tingling paths.

A faint draft slips through the cracked door, teasing cool tendrils across your skin and drowning out the distant office noises until only the charged pulse between you remains.

Kateryna’s trembling fingers—still shaky from before—tackle your belt again, the buckle yielding with a metallic sigh as she descends the zipper in torturous slowness like an unfolding vow, sliding your trousers just enough off your hips to expose you; you shiver along your spine from the sudden air, meeting her lifting gaze—eyes dark with raw hunger, fixed on yours in unbreakable intensity.

Now Kateryna sinks down, hitting her knees on the carpet, brushing her warm breath over your thigh before parting her lips to envelop you, soft as velvet and paced with aching care. She starts gently, drawing you in slowly to build the heat like kindling flames, lazily spiralling her tongue over the ridges and mapping every detail in devoted strokes. Kateryna grips your hips with her hands, pressing her thumbs into the hollows for hold, urging you deeper as she builds the suction, hollowing her cheeks in rhythmic pulls that spark fire deep inside you and spread it outward in waves of liquid warmth.

Kateryna intensifies her teasing pace, withdrawing slowly to leave you pulsing in the chill, then plunging back quickly to snatch your breath away. Saliva gleams under the desk lamp's glow as she glances up, her lashes framing eyes bright with that fierce adoration, while Kateryna hums low from her throat, thrumming the vibration through you and making your muscles tense and release.

You thread your fingers through her hair, guiding lightly as the silk slips past your grasp, bracing yourself against the desk with palms grinding into the wood until your veins bulge, your breaths turning jagged as the coil inside you winds tighter, sharp as a drawn bow.

Time fades in this hazy closeness as she sustains her fervent drive, gliding long, slow licks along your length before shifting to tight swirls at the tip, edging the pressure toward release without crossing the line. You tear a muffled groan from your chest, letting it echo softly off the walls to spur her faster; she explores bolder with her hands, slipping one back to cup and stroke with feather-soft caresses, stacking sensations until your restraint unravels at the seams. The thick air saturates with her floral scent twisted around the earthy edge of arousal, each inhale narrowing your world to this burning connection.

Kateryna rises eventually, imprinting her knees faintly on the carpet, her lips full and slick as she wipes them with her thumb, curving her mouth wickedly in triumph. She surrenders the buttons one after another to her quick fingers, parting her blouse to reveal the lace hugging her curves, her nipples taut against the sheer like beckons.

The fabric pools silkily at her feet when she snaps open the bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders to bare her flushed skin, lifting her breasts with hurried breaths as the tips harden more in the cool intrusion.

You step forward, circling your palms around Kateryna's slim waist and hoisting her up easily onto the cluttered desk—tumbling staplers aside and wrinkling papers like fallen leaves under her weight. She spreads her thighs wide in willing yield, bunching her skirt to expose the lace below and hooking her heels at your back in firm claim.

You press the tip against her lower lips, greeting the slick warmth that pulls a soft, **** whimper from her as you pause, soaking in the tease before sinking in—inch by slow inch, her heat wrapping you tight like silk, her walls fluttering greedily to drag out your mutual growl.

You rock your hips tentatively, probing her depths with shallow movements that sync your breaths into pants, as Kateryna loops her arms around your neck to pull you closer, trailing her nails over your scalp to send shivers down it. The desk wood groans under the increasing speed, straining under the weight as you deepen your thrusts—pulling back slowly, then pushing forward fully, filling her until she gasps, dropping her head back to expose her throat's curve.

Increasing your speed, you make your movements more forceful while Kateryna arches her back to meet each thrust, raising her hips strongly with the sound of skin hitting skin. Sweat forms on her collarbone, running down in lines that you follow with your mouth—licking the salt with your tongue, brushing your teeth lightly over her breast before closing your lips on a nipple, sucking firmly to make her arch higher as moans vibrate through her chest.

“Alexton”

Kateryna says your name in shaky voice, her voice rough and breaking on high notes, pushing your speed faster until it becomes intense.

You change positions smoothly, lifting Kateryna's legs higher and placing her silky calves over your shoulders for deeper penetration, the angle hitting sharply to pull raw cries from her into the air. She clutches the desk sides desperately with her hands, paling her knuckles as the heat reduces friction, your bodies sliding slickly in complete union, the wet sounds of your connection accompanying every pant and muttered word. You find her peak with your fingers, flicking the swollen spot precisely with each drive, increasing the intensity inside her, her body tensing tightly in preparation.

Kateryna climax hits her strongly, her inner walls seizing in spasms that squeeze and demand more, a sharp cry escaping her while shakes travel through her limbs, her toes curling in the air, her features twisting in ecstatic pain. That grip breaks your control, jerking your hips wildly in pursuit until the peak arrives—hot pulses releasing your white-hot sperm deep inside her, throbbing continuously to create bursts of light behind your eyes, your bodies joined in a shaking embrace.

Warmth spreads afterward, your limbs entwining loosely as Kateryna tucks her head to your shoulder, your breaths aligning in gradual slowdown, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your damp skin.