With a kiss

I found myself leaning into her and pressing my lips against hers. Her eyes went wide for a moment before she wrapped her arms around my neck. I got lost in our embrace, my arms wrapping around her as well. I lifted her up into the air as her legs gripped my waist. I pressed her against the wall as we slowly and lovingly kissed, our lips crashing onto each other. I couldn't quite place what I was feeling at the moment, but it was new and unknown. Well, new in the sense that I hadn't felt it in quite some time. Every kiss was electrifying and I found myself pressing further and further for more. Our gentle nips became a passionate trading of motions, our tongues intertwining as we fell deeper into our lust for each other.

I felt a bit guilty. I was married, but here I was making out with my secretary. I could always chalk it up to the curse, but I knew that this was mostly me. I'd denied myself this pleasure for quite some time and now I was using that curse to justify it. Still...

Her hands ran through my hair, tangling in the short strands. Her cute, sexy bun was gradually getting unraveled as we continued to give in to each other. Soon enough, she began to grind on me. It was painfully obvious that I was aroused, having been denied so much already. Perhaps it was the least I could do for her. So, I began to grind back. Despite our clothed bodies, I could feel her growing wetness. I began to place kisses down her neck, sucking and licking as I went alone. Her breathing increased with each touch and I knew she wanted more.

"Dammit, John, I need you in me. I need you to fuck me. Please. I can't take it anymore!" She moaned, her eyes closed as her mouth hung open.