For Now 3

Their eyes met from across the room. Once they locked in, it was hard to look away.

He smiled at her, the way he always did. He felt hot and bothered. Like he needed a release. Like he needed her. He wondered if anyone else could tell.

She smirked back. Losing her place in the small talk she didn't even want to be a part of, and finding herself willfully lost in him. Every time their eyes met she felt like she was somewhere else.

It was getting harder and harder to pretend they didn't want to be together.

She turned back to her conversation. The three other women were discussing something she couldn't begin to care about. She needed a minute to breathe.

"Excuse me, I'm just going to run to the washroom. Thanks! So sorry!" she said with a smile and snuck away.

Her quick movement caught his eye again and he watched her leave.

Feeling an inexplicable pull, he fumbled his way out of his own conversation.

He followed her down the stairs to the basement, just barely far enough behind her not to make it obvious.

As he got to the bottom he opened the door quickly.

Her back facing him, she gasped, jumped, and quickly turned around.

"Jesus you scared me!" she half shrieked, half whispered.

"Sorry!" he laughed. "I didn't mean to".

They looked at each other, then looked away. The tension had been building and it was starting to become unbearable for both of them.

"I just needed a breath. I'm dying up there." she said.

"Me too. I saw you leave and figured you knew where to hide." he replied.

"Well, happy to be hiding out together I guess" she laughed, "I'm glad it was you that came down and not someone else I had to make small talk with."

"Me too", he replied.

Silence. They both took a deep breath. Staring at one another.

He glanced at the door. No lock.

Being together in the basement of a church, though neither of them were religious, still seemed risky.

There were people upstairs celebrating. The event was the last thing on their minds now.

They looked at each other again. Neither could deny there was something going on.

Were they really going to do this? Do what even? What was even happening here?

The possibility of getting caught was adding to both the anxiety and the excitement.

He took a step toward her. She stayed put. He held out his hand and she looped a finger around one of his.

He walked toward her, she moved in the opposite direction, at once both backing away and pulling him in.

When she couldn't move backward anymore, her back felt cool against the wall.

He leaned in, pressing his entire body against hers, his hands now on the wall behind her, tilting his head to kiss her gently on the neck.

She whispered in his ear, "We really shouldn't do this".

His breath was hot on her neck, like the heat growing between her legs.

He unbuckled his belt.

"Tell me this isn't what you want, and I promise I'll stop", he breathed into her neck with another kiss.

She couldn't.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and put her forehead on his shoulder taking in and then letting out a deliberate breath.

She watched as, with one hand, he undid the button on his pants, lowered the zipper, and slid his boxers out of the way to slowly set his throbbing cock free.

He brought that same hand to her hip, wrapped it around her waist, and pressed his palm into her back to bring their bodies even closer.

He kissed her, barely. Their lips just meeting, before parting again.

She came back in more eager for the second one. Her lips moist, as she held his bottom lip between hers briefly, sucking, teasing.

He moved his other hand down so both hands were at her waist.

They looked into each other's eyes as they both silently surrendered.

As he slid his hands down her body, then up the outsides of her thighs under the skirt of her dress, his hands curved back and up to grab her ass cheeks, one in each hand.

Firmly and slowly, he slid his hands down, his right hand pulling her panties to the side.

She lifted her left leg up, resting it over his arm, inviting him.

He bent his knees and lifted her up slightly, spread her wide open, and with perfect aim, slid his rock hard cock all the way into her wet hot pussy.

Buried deep, pausing, he felt her wrapped around his cock, warm and soft, like her pussy was made for him to fit inside her.

They both shuddered at the intensity of the feeling and took a moment to soak it in, finally experiencing what they'd held off on for so long but so desperately needed.

He used the wall as leverage and held her up, then quickly turned them both just to his right, resting her ass on the edge of the table up against the wall.

She put a hand on each side of his jaw, thumbs toward his temples, fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. They studied each other's faces briefly before locking eyes again.

With the tension building, they began grinding into one another, almost in slow motion.

She leaned back slightly, her breasts pressing against the v-neck of her dress, causing them to puff out over the seams. The arch in her back letting him move even deeper into the heat of her.

He grabbed her hips and began thrusting harder and more rhythmically. Her hair and breasts bouncing with each thrust.

She put two fingers in her mouth and covered them with saliva.

She reached down to find her clit between their grinding bodies.

She slid her fingers up and down over her clit, her juicy lips covering them with more of her wetness as she rubbed.

"This can't be wrong", he groaned into her neck, he picked up the speed of his cock and his breath. "Tell me you feel it too".

She moaned deeply in agreement as his cock pounded against just the right spot inside her. Her fingers outside matching his rhythm.

"Come for me" he whispered into her neck.

She increased the pressure on her clit.

Her inner thighs began to tremble.

"Come with me" she whispered back.

He let out a deep long grunt, lifting his head to look into her eyes. She returned his gaze as her cunt tightened around him.

He pumped with the same rhythm, but more force. Her hips rocked into his, the wetness of her swollen pussy was audible as she ran her fingers rhythmically over her clit.

He shifted down slightly as he pulled out, then increased the pressure and slammed into her on his way back in.

She whispered, a raspy, breathless, "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me".

He grumbled into her chest to stifle the sound as his cock began to spasm and hot, thick, cum filled her pussy.

She returned the force, contracting around his cock. She rubbed her clit harder still, and her hips ground into him as she let her head fall back, releasing a sound from the depths of her that was at once a moan and a gasp, as her orgasm consumed her and his cum spilled out of her around his throbbing dick.

Another thrust. As they came together, nothing existed but them. Their bodies, the sounds, the sweat.

Any reason they had ever resisted was lost on them, for now.