She wasn't expecting him until later in the day, but was very pleased when she smelled his cologne as he bent over her while she sat at her desk. His big hands resting upon her shoulders, gently holding, with a firmness that made her tingle with anticipation. She reached up with her right hand and caressed his as it cupped her shoulder.
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He leaned down, nuzzling her right ear through her hair, smelling her favorite flavored shampoo, feeling her warmth. With his hand he drew back her hair. Leaning down he kissed her neck right below the ear. She leaned her head slightly away from him so he could linger there, her eyes closing, mind remembering how sweetly he makes love to her.
He breathed in deeply, enjoying her scent, and his own memories of a sweetness that belonged only to his lover. Her hand seemed frozen in mid air, as though she was raising her hand to ask a question, her breath frozen as well. His fingers intertwined with hers as his hand closed on hers from behind. He squeezed her hand lightly, she responded in kind with a return squeeze.
His slow kiss drifting down her neck toward the collar of her dress, a silk wrap with a single clasp on her hip. From his position above her, he drank in the beauty of the creamy skin of her chest where smooth cleavage disappeared into the lace of her camisole. She was not wearing a bra this afternoon. Her nipples danced upright under the layers of silk, all to his delight. He could not resist the temptation of touching her, he never could. His left hand moved from her shoulder, fingertips lightly tracing along her collarbone, and down across the creaminess of her skin.
The magnetic attraction of her pretty breasts begging him to come closer. Every cell of her body was electrified. The tiny baby hairs that were nearly invisible were rigid to receive the sensation of his touch and to send the full shock of his passion to her brain and to her heart. His fingers slid slowly downward dipping under the edge of her dress. The camisole brushing the backs of his fingers as he felt the swell of her breasts greet the tips of his fingers. She was covered with goose bumps as he caressed her softly. The heat of his breath on her neck excited her terribly as she watched his hand moving slowly.
His fingers and hand slowly moved deeper into her dress, feeling the firmness of her breast. Her back was arching ever so slightly in anticipation of his gentle touch. As his fingertips brushed against the top of her extended nipple, she gasped slightly. He drew and imaginary circle around her nipple as she moaned softly. Her hand which was still intertwined with his clutched at his tightly, approving of his touch.
His reach extended as his hand slid beyond her breast, fingertips gently rolling down the outside of her perfect curve, her nipple brushing against the palm of his hand. He slowly squeezed her breast. God, he loved to touch his lover. Her head leaned back toward him as she melted under his touch. His mouth searched for hers as she moaned into his open mouth. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply as his hand softly squeezed her breast. The passion of their kiss was as always. Their hearts were pounding in their ears, their passions burned within their loins.
She opened her hand, extending her fingers as his remained folded over hers, still intertwined. He responded by opening his hand slightly as she slid out from his grip, placing her hand on the back of his. She loved his hands, the hands of a gentle lover, her gentle lover. His left arm was over her shoulder as he continued to kiss her. She pulled his other hand down so she was wrapped within his arms, pulling him close, hugging herself in his arms.
With her right hand guiding his she pulled him down into the warmth that was radiating from her crotch. With a full hand he cupped her wetness right through the silk of her dress.
She moaned heavily into his mouth. Her breath was escaping through flared nostrils in a rush as she fumbled with the closure at her waist, wanting him to touch bare skin, to touch the heat, her wetness. She needed him to touch her deeply as she rushed toward an orgasm. So quickly she responded to him. So badly she wanted him.
She grasped his hand urging him to touch her. With one hand pulling the waistband of her lace panties clear she guided his hand to her center, legs opening for him, hips rolling upward wanting his touch.
His hand slid down along her lower belly to the hardness of her mound. His fingers followed the contour of her body, brushing her swollen clitoris. Her body spasmed as his fingers applied pressure as they slid on her swollen love button.
Slowly, he continued to slide into her wetness. His middle two fingers found her opening, curling upward behind her pubic bone. His fingers dipped deeper feeling the pebbly surface of her g-spot just as his thumb pressed squarely on her bursting clit. He squeezed his hand, pulling her upward, pressuring upward onto her clit. She shuddered. Her breath froze as she released a flood of her passion. She came in his hand.
He could feel her breast swell slightly in his other hand as her love juices drenched the hand enjoyed the sensation of a rapidly pulsing orgasm. Her body convulsed slightly as she sucked at his tongue, urgently wanting this man, this lover, her lover.
His kiss softened as she melted into her chair, hips rolling to his touch. Her left hand was holding him tightly inside of her, right hand grasping his wrist. She whimpered softly as their kiss continued, unending.
It was clear once more to him; he loved her, and he needed her, this woman, this lover of his.
