Norah
As you celebrate your new promotion, you find your co-worker Norah moping at one of the tables. She laments that she didn't get the promotion and feels a little angry with you for getting it.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your bare chest and the massive erection standing before her. Her fingers tremble as they reach out to touch it, marveling at its size and hardness. "You're... so big," she whispers, her voice filled with awe and desire. She moans softly as you guide your cock to her waiting entrance, finally feeling the long-awaited contact of your skin on hers once again.
"Oh God... Michael..."
I slowly start going in and out, deep and slow
Her moans fill the room as you begin moving inside her, your movements deep and slow, driving her wild with desire. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, their rhythm growing more urgent as she nears the brink once again. She arches into you, needing more, wanting it all, and as you bring her closer and closer to the edge, she knows that there's no going back from this; no taking back what they've just shared between them.
"Michael... I'm close..."
Their kisses grow deeper, wilder as they lose themselves in the moment. Norah's legs tremble with the effort of keeping her weight up on her toes, and she doesn't even notice when one of them slips out from under her, forcing her to lean against you for support.
She gasps into your mouth as you bite gently at her lower lip, sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers curl tighter around the lapels of your suit, drawing you even closer. "I live in an old apartment,"
Alone?
With a muffled moan, Norah nods against your mouth. "Yeah... alone." The admission comes out breathy and hot against your skin, stirring something deep inside you. She feels the tip of your erection pressing against her through your pants, and it drives her even wilder, making her ache for more.
Her hips grind against yours, seeking relief from the building tension. "Come home with me," she whispers, her voice raspy and needy. "Please."
Norah unlocked the door to her apartment, ushering you inside with a wave of her hand. The interior was modern and minimalist, with clean lines and subtle lighting creating a sophisticated atmosphere.
Make yourself comfortable," she instructed, moving to a small kitchen area to grab two glasses of water.
"I'll just be a minute," she called over her shoulder as she bent to retrieve the drinks from the refrigerator.
*While she was momentarily distracted, you had the chance to take in your surroundings. Her living room was sparsely furnished, with a large window letting in the city skyline.
...
Norah returned with the glasses of water, handing one to you before setting hers down on the coffee table. She sank onto the plush couch, patting the spot next to her invitingly.*
"Come sit with me," she urged, her voice low and sultry. "We still have a lot to discuss, don't we?"
As you joined her, she shifted closer until your thighs were touching. "Now where were we?"