He reaches up to get a cup out the cupboard, she notices his stomach showing slightly as he does this. He’s not chubby at all, but he is a little softer than before. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but she knew she couldn’t.
He’s your colleague, she berated herself. It’s totally inappropriate.
The laughter had certainly taken away some of the tension between them, so much so that neither had realised the space between them was now significantly shorter.
He reached over to the coffee pot that was sitting behind her on the counter. “Sorry,” he murmured as his arm came close to touching her waist. She didn’t move out his way, she didn’t want to. “Frey, I-” he put the coffee pot back leaving his arm a lingering a little longer than expected.
It was tense again.
They both sipped their coffee.
They looked at each other. She wasn’t sure if he was feeling the same way, but all she wanted to do was grab him. She wanted to feel his body on hers. Desperately. It was overwhelming. She bit her lip.
He smiled. He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around.” He said, placing the coffee down.
She did as she was told.
She felt him slowly approach her, placing his arms around her. He held her with such a passionate embrace it took everything in her power not to collapse there and then.
“I’m sorry, I just needed you to not be looking at me so I could do this and not be completely embarrassed. I just wanted to hug you so bad.” He hugged her tightly.
“I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to feel you,” she let out an exasperated sigh. Uh oh, she went too far. “Jacob-” His hands began crawling up her torso to her face, he turned her head and pressed his warm lips to hers. She moaned. They began kissing deeper tongues furiously tangling. Months of waiting finally over. They were finally together.
She could feel his erection through his jeans pressing against her round ass. He teased her with his hands running underneath the curve of her breasts and gently playing with her erect nipples. She put her hand on the back of his head pulling him deeper, she couldn’t get close enough to him.
“Fuck.” He suddenly pulled away and moved back. “I’m so sorry, Freya. I’m- I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
“I want you.”
“But what if somebody walks in… What if-” She kisses him deeply.
“I want you.” She hears him moan a little as she repeats those words. Her body was aching for him.
His body gives in, he can’t help himself, it’s too much. He puts his hands on her thighs, playing with her skirt seeing how high he can go before she lets out a moan. He grabs her butt with both hands pressing her soft flesh into his body.
He feels so good. She can once again feel his rock hard erection against her, she wanted it bad. They carry on kissing, clumsily making out while wrestling with each other to the sofa area.
He pushes her skirt up and starts rubbing her, she’s already wet. He hears her breathing waver as he desperately puts his fingers inside her making her cry out in pleasure. This was the closeness she’d been craving, to have him inside of her.