As you tiptoed into his dimly-lit office, the air was thick with anticipation and excitement. Your heart raced as it always did when he called you for a meeting after hours, the thrill of his secret desires consuming you in every moment. The room was filled with the scent of his aftershave, the same one that made your blood boil whenever you caught a whiff during the day.
As you settled into the plush leather chair opposite him, your fingers fiddled with a pen as you tried to contain the surge of emotions within you. The room was adorned with expensive artwork and sleek gadgets that gave off an air of power and control. Yet, amidst all this grandeur, it was his presence that stole the show. His eyes held a promise of passion that would be fulfilled in the hours to come.
He approached you slowly, his confident stride exuding dominance and masculinity. The flicker of desire in his eyes was unmistakable, and as he leaned in closer, you could feel your body respond to his presence. He took the pen from your hand, a small, yet significant gesture that signified the transfer of power.
"I've been waiting for this," he whispered, before leaning in to capture your lips with his own. The kiss was fierce and intense, as if two years of pent-up passion had been unleashed at once. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, feeling the weight of his body against yours.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, his breath ragged, "I want you so much."
His hands found their way under your skirt, gently caressing the bare skin of your thighs before making their way towards your wet core. You gasped as he found you there, ready and waiting for him. He inserted a finger within you, eliciting a moan from you that he eagerly swallowed up.
"You're so tight," he breathed against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "I can't wait to be inside of you."
He stood up then, and began to undress, revealing a toned body that was an ode to years spent in the gym. His eyes never left yours as he shed each piece of clothing, until he stood before you completely naked. Your gaze moved hungrily over his muscular form, appreciating the evidence of his sexual prowess.
He walked towards you then, and gently guided your legs apart, positioning himself between them. You could feel his hardness against your entrance, urging him to enter you finally. He teased you for a moment, rubbing against you in slow, deliberate motions before finally pushing into you, filling you completely with one strong thrust.
"Oh my god," you gasped, feeling the fullness of him inside you, stretching you open in the most exquisite way possible.
He began to move then, his hips pumping rhythmically as he held onto your thighs for support. The sound of his body slapping against yours filled the room, mixing with your moans and gasps of pleasure. You arched your back, feeling his cock rubbing against your G-spot with each thrust, building the tension within you until it threatened to explode.
"Fuck me harder," you begged him, desperate for release.
He obliged, picking up pace, his strokes becoming more forceful and powerful. The room seemed to spin around you, the only thing that remained constant was the pleasure coursing through your body. You clawed at his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath your fingertips as he continued to ravage you.
Then, suddenly, it hit you - the orgasm you'd been craving for so long. Your entire being shook as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you breathless and limp in his arms. He kept going, riding your orgasm out until he, too, found his release, filling you with his warm seed that only served to heighten the sensations pulsing through your body.
He collapsed on top of you then, his chest heaving against yours as he tried to catch his breath. As the last echoes of your pleasure died down, all you could think was - it had been worth the wait.
And so began another secret affair, fueled by desire and the thrill of being caught in the act. Each encounter would bring a new level of passion and intimacy, further solidifying their forbidden relationship. The allure of extramarital affairs lay not just in the physical pleasure they offered but also in the dangerous game of hiding and seeking, of breaking societal norms and defying expectations. It was this allure that kept them coming back for more, even though they both knew it could never last.