She was hungry for him all day. Messages, calls, thoughts, assignments, even the little theme of the day. All of him – he just made her crave like never before. Her body hasn't been more alive than in the last month. For some reason today was overwhelming. She HAD to have, had to touch. She just HAD to taste and feel and experience more of him – like an obsession.
They were in an elevator. From the lobby to the 3rd floor there was another couple in the elevator. She didn't care. She leaned her back to his front so he could put his arms around her. She pushed her ass in to his cock feeling it grow, pushing it against her. She moaned – on purpose – looking at the other couple – knowing she was making them uncomfortable. She saw in the woman's eyes, though, that she was aroused. They still left at the next floor. Oh well, it didn't matter to her.
They still had a ways to go, but she wasn't taking any chances. She wasn't waiting – she couldn't wait. Pushing the stop button, she looked at him, at his surprised expression on his face. He was completely unused to her acting this way. He was always in charge. Yet today – she was obsesses. What was it about him that made her act like a feral animal?
She turned around to him and started to unbutton his shirt revealing his marvelous chest. At first her eyes didn't leave his. Her fingers run up and down his chest. God, she loved his chest – just the right amount of hair splayed all over it – dark and gray combined.
She started to kiss each inch of his chest, concentrating on his nipples. In the last few months he made her realize just how sensitive her nipples can be. This was his turn. She sees how sensitive they were, reacting so well to her tongue and lips.
He starts to say something and immediately she comes up and kisses him – passionately, deliberately quieting him communicating her need – her need to just take. She melts in to his kiss – she's told him before that his mouth needs a warning label. It knows when to be hard, when to be soft, when to be possessive, and when to just taste.
She kisses down his neck, feasting on how delicious his skin tastes. She loves to experience what tasting him does to her body – how it makes her tingle – how it makes her want. She won't be denied what she wants right now – or delayed as he many times does to her. Later, when he takes back control – yes – she thrives on that, too. Now though – now he's hers.
She kisses all over his neck, nuzzling, licking, tasting, inhaling. She kisses down his chest and plays again with his sensitive nipples. Then she licks down, down, down to his tummy, his navel.
