Come with me, into the hall. We can sneak into the stairwell, no one will miss you, not for a few minutes.
Come with me.
Let me please you.
Let me satisfy you.
I know you're horny, it's who you are, it's one of the many things I love about you. Come on... just for a moment. Let me take care of your need.
I want you on the stairs, your pants down around your ankles, your shirt undone, your cock in my mouth.
I want to be wicked with you.
I want to worship your cock, have it fill my mouth, fuck me with it, let me play with it, touch it, please you. All the while, knowing we could get caught if anyone chose to use the stairs today.
I take your hand, pull you towards the door at the end of the corridor, my tempting smile, an open offer for anything you want. Inside, gone is the plush carpeting, soft music and dim lighting, replaced with hard concrete and cold metal. A door closes somewhere above our head, the sound echoing in the cold shaft. We look up, wondering if someone is coming our way.
I reach for your belt and await your permission. I can barely breathe. I want you so badly by this point, but I contain myself. This is about your pleasure, not mine.
Another moment passes and you allow me to unbuckle you, unzip you, and finally...
I have your erect cock in my hands, caressing, squeezing.
I let your pants drop around your ankles. You fist your hand in my hair and kiss me savagely while I stroke you hard. Your cock, belongs to me and I want with torrential need. I pull away and drop to my knees. I've got you so hard and so aroused, you are already dripping. I lick it off, slowly, savoring.
I love the taste of you.
I love the way you feel when my tongue caresses your length.
I love the textures, the sense of fullness, just before it becomes too much.
I love the way the hair on your legs feel beneath my hands, rough and fine, brushing the pads of my fingers as I caress up and down your thighs.
I love the hardness of the floor beneath my knees.
I love looking up into your eyes while my mouth is full, your cock pushing to the back, gagging me.
You reach down, ripping open my blouse, pulling my breasts from my bra so they rest atop it, bared for you. You pinch my nipple and I shiver.
I suck you hard and fast. Long and Deep. I only want to please you. I only want to make you feel bliss. I want to satisfy you.
You are close. You're moves becoming more and more deliberate, faster, harder. You are now the aggressor, fucking my mouth with your cock so I am helpless to do anything but accept.
My fingers dig into your ass. I'm holding on for balance now as you use my body for your exquisite pleasure. Your body tenses, it's the only real warning I'll get. You push your hands into my hair and push my mouth further onto your cock, the hard shaft pressing against the back of my throat as hot cum shoots down it.
I swallow greedily.
Mine.
You groan deep, from your gut, it's a sound I can never hear enough because I know I've pleased you well.
Depleted, you reach down, grab my arms and pull me up to you. You lean back against the concrete wall, pulling me tight against your body. Your ragged breath rushing across the top of my head.
We are wicked together.
We are good for each other.
We get each other.
Most of all... we satisfy each other.
