Making Coffee

She'd been teasing me all afternoon, so while she was in the kitchen making a coffee, I sneaked up behind her, I slid my hands around her waist as she spooned sugar into a cup and she jumped and turned towards me, our lips quickly meeting.

Her hands were on my hips and pulled me as close as possible and she could soon feel my hardness, her kissing becoming more urgent.

Before she knew it, her skirt was around her waist and my fingers were between her wet pussy lips, stroking her clit, her tongue searching my mouth as she ground against my fingers and the moaned into my mouth.

I ached to strip her naked and take her there and then, but we had to be quick before we were missed, the situation got to her and she came all over my hand while moaning into my ear.

I licked my fingers clean as she tidied herself up and turned to make the coffee, I kissed her neck and then returned to my desk to plot further pleasure for her that evening.

Warmth

I watched her approach me, a badly hidden smile on her face. My hands felt her waist as I slowly encircled her and pulled her close to me.

Her warmth washed over me, drove my pain and self doubt to the back of my mind where they cowered in the glow of the love I felt at that moment.

Her beautiful scent, her breathing loud in my ear, her body mirroring mine, her arms holding me tight, not letting go.

The embrace seemed to last both hours and seconds, but it was over far too soon, all of the doubt was pushed from my mind as we broke though, I felt loved, wanted and needed.

Perfect

She lay on the bed next to me, her face passive, a small smile on her face, but I could read her like a book, she was incredibly nervous.

I'd gone to the bathroom and she had slipped modestly under the sheets. I joined her in bed, wrapped my arms around my fully clothed love and kissed her deeply.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

She looked me in the eye and nodded

Her hair was falling over her face, shielding one of her eyes from my gaze. I slid a hand up her side, grazing her arm and brushed her hair backwards behind her ear, my hand grazing her face.

I shivered.

I'd wanted to do that for so long, to hold her face in my hands, to touch her naked skin and be as one with her, but it had always seemed inappropriate.

I thought back to a time that felt so long ago, where I stood opposite her and raised my hand to touch the side of face, our eyes were locked on each other. My mind was in conflict over whether it was a good idea and by the time I was halfway to her cheek, my head overruled my heart and I reluctantly lowered my arm to my side, she could see the conflict in my face.

She was laid next to me, the position I'd dreamed of for over two years and I pulled her closer, held her tighter, told her it was all going to be alright and, smiling, I tried to give her back the love and support she'd always given me, to help her feel safe and happy and loved.

I'd waited all of my life to find her, waited years to hold her like this and nothing was going to spoil this moment.