Passion was something they had both thought of; each imagining the other in their embrace, a tight hold from which nothing could escape, but only at night did those thoughts give guidance to their fingers which would slide ever so slowly down between their legs.
In the light of day theses thoughts would vanish, and all that would pass between them would be a glance. They could see in the others eyes the need the hunger, but both were to shy and proud to act on it.
That was until one day when they walked past one another in a hallway. A quick glance and his restraints broke at last. Overcome in a torrent of emotion he turned around and spoke softly "wait." Stopped dead, her heart pounding, part of her not wanting to hear what he said, turned ever so slowly. She saw the hunger playing across his face which matched her own. Not moving she watched him approach. All he said was "I need you," and the wall to which she had spent years building crumbled. Both naked with only their feelings to cloth themselves, went to each other as to seek warmth.
One of his hands ran up her shoulder to her hair, the other slid to the small of her back. He pulled her in close pressing his pelvis into hers while inhaling the soft scent of her lustrous locks. She encircled his neck with her arms pulling his quivering body harder against hers. Standing there they felt the contours of the others body, their beating heart, and quick breathing. Ever so cautiously they looked one another in the eye, and just as cautiously their lips brushed. Within that small fleeting contact the knowledge that the feelings which they individually sired for so long were mutual was known and their emotions for one another broke loose. Yearning turned into need. Passion released into hot flaming lust, and the need to touch turned into the need to make love. Their lips met and they ran their tongues along the inside of the others mouth. He began to lift up her shirt, but she broke away first, gasping "I know a place."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the woodworking room. "Where are we going," he asked. "Does it really matter," she replied as she opened the painting room door. The smell of cedar and stain filled the air as she laid down a piece of cloth on a table in the room. He went up behind her and turned her to face him. Taking a moment to look into her eyes and relish in the feeling of raw need.
Grabbing her shirt in his hands he pulled it off, and began unclasping her bra. By the time he had it off she had moved her hands down towards his belt and had his pants down past his knees. He stripped off his shirt and pulled her in to his kiss. Her hands moved up his back, feeling his muscles move under them, to his hair. She leaned her head back exposing her breasts to him. He circled each of her nipples with a finger until they were hard then moved his mouth to them. Her breathing picked up and a tingling sensation arose between her legs. She brought his face up to hers and kissed him saying "I've wanted this for so long." He smiled and said "now is not a time for words just let me fill you like you've never experienced before." She let out a stifled moan than jumped up and wrapped her legs around him feeling his engorged penis throb against her, as she pulled him into a deep kiss.
As their tongues slid past one another he slowly laid her down on the table. Trailing kisses downwards he swiftly removed her pants to reveal a lacey thong. Her chest was heaving as he moved back up kissing his way to her mouth. She leaned her head back, full of ecstasy, wanting him to have her. She began to moan and grind against him as he sucked once again from one breast to another. She could feel his member grow harder against her and began to grind faster.
Wanting to take things into her own hands and give him an experience he too would never forget, she stood up then knelt down slowly in front of him, bringing his boxers down with her, and exposing his erect phallus. He looked down at her as she took his penis and placed it in her mouth. He quivered as she took him in then slid back, all the while sliding her tongue back and forth. Each time she went down on him she took more of him in. He stood there panting as he felt her hands slid up his legs to his balls which she began to rub. It almost hurt him the way she was rubbing them, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. She could feel him tense but continued to move him in and out, faster and faster. When his cock was down her throat and her nose pressed up against him, he could feel his cum rushing up and let out a moan. A blast fired into her mouth than another. Wanting to taste him so badly she swallowed every drop. Another blast fired than another, and she continued to swallow it all. When he finished she looked up at him, smiled, than moved upwards to kiss him. He could taste his cum in her mouth.