I didn't think his threats were serious. Never in a million years would I have expected it. Granted his threats had me nervous. Only I was more nervous of the aftermath; how would life continue as it had been, you know, that sort of thing. I mean just the thought of his threats had me trembling. And that's how he found me. . . .
It had been a long, exhausting week. The kids were more demanding then usual, my workload heavier then ever due to the office closure - yea, the one I had to work through. I hadn't been sleeping well. Whenever it was time to sleep, thoughts of his threats would creep into my mind. I wanted to talk to someone about it, but what would I say? And why should I have taken the threats seriously anyway?
After everyone else had gone home for the holiday break, I breathed a sigh of relief. It would be nice to have some quiet time, alone. Still his threats were in my head. Hoping to drive them out, I flicked on my speakers. That was a mistake. Music has always been a catalyst to my moods and my mood was already in a dark place. For once, I was actual welcomed the quiet so I switched the speakers off again. Only . . . it wasn't quiet that met my ears.
Music was coming from the backroom. Too exhausted to take the extra 5 steps to flip on the lights; I walked down the dark hallway to turn off whoever's speakers were left on.
"Of course the music is in the last office. Why would it be in a closer office" I thought to myself. Without turning on the lights, I entered the office and crossed the room. As I reached out to turn off the radio the blood in my veins turned to ice.
"Aww don't do that" he whispered.
Quietly I cursed myself for not taking those extra steps, the last couple of seconds to turn on the lights and for leaving the back door unlocked. He must have heard me because he chuckled.
Slowly I turned around to face him. As sure as the sun was setting, he stood not 3 feet in front of me.
"Well" he said expectantly. I didn't know how to respond or even if I could.
"Hey, are you OK?" he asked. No! I wasn't OK. My knees were buckling, my breath was screaming to be released and my heart felt like it was pounding its way out of my rib cage. I knew I had to sit down or I'd collapse and I couldn't let that happen with him here. Taking a step back to put more space between us, I bumped into the desk. He must have sensed my insecurities.
"It's me. You're all right, I promise." He coaxed as he closed the gap between us in two strides.
All day I had fought against the cold yet as soon as he was before me I felt as though I were in an inferno. My skin tingled, his scent singed my lungs and my mouth was parched.
I closed my eyes as he reached his hand toward me.
Lowering his forehead to mine, he gently pushed the hair that had strayed from my clip behind my ear. I could feel his breath against my lips as he whispered "I'll leave, just tell me to go and I am gone."
I knew he was being sincere. "Just say the damn word" I heard my brain scream. "Just two little letters, one small word, come on say it. Tell him to go. . . . "
A hot tear slid down my cheek as I opened my eyes to look in his. Defeated, I knew with a certainty that I couldn't utter the word. He must have known it to.
All that bantering, all those moments stole to share with him, all the hopes; ideas; threats; encouragement; desire - it was all there consuming the six inches between us. It pulled at me, yanked at my heart and quickened my breath.
I closed my eyes to try and slow my racing heart when I felt his lips press against mine. Instantly my hands were pulling at his broad shoulders. I needed him closer. My breasts became swollen with desire and that tell-tale warmth spread from my center. My body was ready, it had been waiting for this exact moment for what seemed an eternity. Although my mind was protesting, my body was on auto-pilot.
He pulled me against his chest as his tongue tickled the insides of my lips. His hand pressed me tighter to him and his knee eased its way between my thighs. Briefly I became aware of the dampness I knew he'd soon discover. He quickly drove that thought far from my mind as his hand sought out my breast and began to caress it.
Gasping for air, I threw my head back. He trailed wet kisses down my throat, tracing the edge of my V-necked top. Desire had me riding higher on his thigh while he pulled my neckline further down. After he freed my full breast from my shirt, he lifted his head to meet my stare. Slowly he peeled back my bra all the while daring me to stop him with his eyes.
His thumb slid over my nipple a few times before he began pulling at it with his forefinger and thumb. Barely able to restrain myself I gasped again. He seemed to take this as a sign of encouragement because his tugs got harder. His pinching drove my hips to reaction - the harder he pinched, the more my hips would grind down on his thigh.
Chuckling he pushed his leg further between my thighs. My skirt had risen to the bottom of my ass. He took no time pulling it up over my hips with his free hand. The flimsy panties I had on were soaked. I knew I had to have him in me.
Frantically I pulled at his belt. "Damn him for wearing so much" I thought as I finally yanked his buttons apart.
His hot mouth soon covered my breast as he shoved me back further on the desk. Then his fingers were pulling at my panties, ripping them down my legs. He nibbled at my taut nipple and fumbled with his own jeans.
I felt his hand slide up my thigh as he licked his way back to my mouth. Softly he kissed my lips while his fingers explored my damp center. His tongue gently pressed it's way into my mouth as his fingers eased into me. This drove me to the brink of insanity. Soon his fingers were pumping in and out of me. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers.
Wrapping my legs around his wait I pulled him closer to me. I couldn't take the aching between my legs any longer. I had to have him in me. Arching my back I pushed his head toward my breast.
Gripping my waist, he thrust himself deep within me. With every thrust into me he bit at my nipple and sucked on it as he withdrew. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as he drove inside harder and faster.
Just as I began to climax he looked up at me and said "I love. . . "
BEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEEP
A car was frantically blasting its horn outside my office window, startling me awake.
While I had slept it had gotten dark outside. Once again my wild thoughts got the better of me. Now I had to go home; whining kids, demanding husband, throbbing ache deep inside of me and absolutely no work to show for it.
*this is purely a fictional work - something that came to me while I worked late tonight*
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