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Everyone knew Funmi liked to stay in the office long after everyone else had gone home. She was still at the office when Tunde walked in late one night bearing a steaming cup of coffee.
“I’m here to appease you,” Tunde said, “seeing as I’m going to disturb you these coming weeks by sharing the building with you late at night.”
She removed her glasses, accepted the coffee and flashed a disarming smile at him.
“It’s fine, Tunde. I have to warn you, though, staying here after office hours isn’t the most exciting way to spend your evenings.”
“Really?” Tunde asked, raising an eyebrow. “I mean you’re always here. What could be more exciting than that?”
With that, he walked out of the office. She had to suppress the fire his presence had stoked.
The next morning, Funmi rummaged through her underwear drawer and found sheer thongs and a matching lace bra. She wore them under her suit and fantasized about Tunde’s fingers untucking her shirt from her skirt, ripping the cotton shirt open to reveal her bra, freeing her breasts and taking her nipples in his mouth.
That night in the office, Funmi’s thoughts were barely on the work she had before her. She heard Tunde moving around in his office a few doors away from her and her imagination went into overdrive.
What kind of lover was he? Would he clear everything out and take her lovingly on the table? Would he bend her over the table and take her from behind? But there was only one way to find out.
She got out into the hall and made two cups of coffee and took the cups into Tunde’s office. She sighed when he welcomed her with his signature dimpled smile.
“A cup of coffee for you,” she said, trying to maintain her composure under his intense gaze.
“What tastes better? You or the coffee?” he teased.
Funmi composed herself. She wasn’t as unaffected as she acted.
“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she said, setting the cups of coffee on Tunde’s table and walking to him.
She got behind his desk and straddled him. His mouth on hers was both fire and ice. His hands played with her hair while his mouth ravaged hers. Somehow, the kiss felt like the most natural thing in the world. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, and the desire she saw in them almost crippled her.
“You don’t know how much I’ve fantasized about kissing you, about taking off your clothes and unwrapping you like an exquisite gift,” Tunde said, unbuttoning her shirt slowly and shifting the cups of her bra until her breasts spilled over the top and into his waiting mouth.
He sucked hungrily, one nipple in his mouth and another between his thumb and forefinger. She began to undulate under him and was rewarded when she felt his steely hardness come to life under her. She bent her head and kissed his pulse point and behind his ears. She was glad when Eric groaned with his mouth full of one of her nipples.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She unbuckled his belt and freed him. She got on her knees and took him in her mouth. He groaned when she took him all the way to the back of her throat. Her tongue went to work, stroking him, sucking him and massaging him.
She quickened her pace when his waist began to move and he moved himself in and out of her mouth with lightning speed. He held her head and begged her to stop.
“Please, let me return the pleasure,” he begged.
He lifted her from her knees and placed her on his desk. He pushed her lacy thong to the side and stroked her with a finger, then two, finally three.
She threw back her head and arched her back. His tongue circled her clitoris and almost drove her mad.
She pressed his face to her wet heat and moaned softly. Her eyes looked dazed when he pulled his fingers from her. He spread her legs as far as they’d go and entered her with his tongue. His mouth greedily lapped up her juices.
She moaned and rocked against his face, “Please, I want you in me right now.”
“Anything for the lady,” Tunde replied with a mischievous smile. He got to his feet and lifted her off the table. He bent over her, pulled her skirt over her waist, slid her panties to the side and entered her in one smooth thrust till he was buried up to the hilt.
Funmi clung to the edge of the table for dear life. He filled and stretched her, holding her waist and thrusting into her again and again.
She matched him thrust for thrust, rolling her hips till they were both panting. He was everything she imagined and then some. Funmi was sure she was close to the edge, but Tunde stopped abruptly.
“I am going to enjoy you from all angles,” he said. He pulled away from her and turned her around to face him. She sat on the table and spread herself out for him. He pushed her panties to the side and entered her in one clean thrust.
With her legs wrapped around his waist, he started a quick tempo of sharp and deep thrusts. He cried out as her body shook with release. Tunde couldn’t hold it in any longer. He exploded in a most violent climax.