Hello - Goodbye

Jenna had seen him watching her as he circled the room earlier that evening, unable to stop herself staring each time he came into view. He was sexy as sin; tall, dark hair, smouldering brown eyes. Each time she thought he was going to come over to her, he seemed to be waylaid by one of her colleagues. As the Christmas drink flowed and her friends chattered beside her, she found her thoughts wandering back to him. She turned, surveying the room over the rim of her glass, and her gaze locked with his. He stood nearby, a faint smile on his lips.

Damn, the man looked good; Jenna licked her lips as she took in his appearance, from the black trousers that hugged his butt so nicely to the black shirt that was open just far enough to give her a tantalising glimpse of the tanned, toned chest below. A shiver ran down her spine as he gave her the same once over. From the way his eyes lingered, he liked what he saw and Jenna smoothed down her skirt self-consciously. She had wondered if the short skirt and low red top were too much- after all this was a work party. Now she was glad that she had been daring.

She turned away for a second but when she looked back, he was gone. Suddenly, her glass was taken from her and a hand closed around hers. Jenna allowed herself to be led out of the room and along the quiet corridor. She followed him into a side office, watching as he closed the door behind them.

"It's about time you introduced yourself," she told him, peering up at him from under her lashes.

He grinned and she felt the heat rush through her, desire pooling between her thighs.

"Who said anything about introducing myself?"

He closed the distance between them, following as she took a step away, until Jenna's back came up against the door behind her. Leaning down, he claimed her mouth with his, parting her lips to flick his tongue inside to tangle with hers. He hooked his fingers under the edge of her top and slid it up, palms grazing her skin as he raised it higher before breaking the kiss to tug it over her head. Tossing it aside, her bra soon followed, and he filled his hands with her breasts. Jenna arched her back, thrusting further into his hands, as he thumbed her nipples. He bowed his head to use his mouth on her, closing his lips over one of the hard buds as his hand continued to torment the other, making her gasp.

Jenna gave up trying to unfasten his shirt and held onto his shoulders as he suckled and nipped at the sensitive bud. Each touch sent a rush through her, left her skin tingling under his fingers. She was wet for him, more than ready, and she wanted more.

When he finally raised his head from her breast, tugging her skirt and underwear down until they dropped around her ankles, Jenna reached between their bodies. Her fingers seemed to be agonisingly slow as she removed his belt, unfastening his trousers until she could to get to what she wanted. She slipped her hand inside, delighted to find that there were no more barriers. She wrapped her hand around his already stiff shaft, trailing her fingers along his length as she freed him from the confines of the material. Slipping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to her once more.

Jenna was plastered along the length of his body and he reached down, lifting her slightly, so that that she was pinned between the cool wall and the hard muscle of his torso. He parted her legs so that he could fit his body in closer and she felt his hard erection press against her as second before he thrust into her. Jenna gasped, clenching her fingers in his shoulders as he stretched her, easing his length inside of her. Locking her ankles behind his back, she held on as he sank his erection fully inside of her, up to the hilt. The gentle explorations of earlier were gone now, replaced by more base urges, but that was exactly what her body craved. She wanted the hard pounding rhythm as he thrust into her; the feeling of him stretching her almost to her limits as he crammed inside of her made her glad that he was holding her up. Had she been standing, her knees would have been weak by this point.

She was close, standing on the edge of the precipice, and it would not take much to make her fall. Tightening her legs around him, she pulled him in closer with each thrust, taking him in as deep as she could. All at once, her climax hit her, coursing through her body like a raging fire, and she felt him riding her faster, harder, close to his own end. He pumped into her once, twice again, and joined her in ecstasy.

For what seemed like an eternity he held her there until he eventually lowered her to her feet.

"So, are you going to tell me your name now?" she asked, when she had her breath back.

He grinned, collecting his clothes as he passed hers up to her.

"David," he told her. "But you have to admit that my introduction was much more fun."