Erotic Stories: Late Night with Dara
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After Hours
The office is empty, the city lights flicker through the window as the last of your colleagues leave, their footsteps fading into the night. You and Dara are alone, the clock ticks louder, each second stretching as you both finish the final reports. She's sitting across from you, her eyes catching the glow of the screen, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. The air is thick with something unspoken, an electric charge that hasn't been there before. You know she's noticed it too; her fingers tap a little faster, her breath a little shallower.
The Glance
You catch her gaze and she doesn't look away. A slow, deliberate smile curls at the corner of her lips, and your heart jumps. 'You've been working so hard,' she says, her voice a soft purr. 'We should celebrate being done with this project.' Her eyes drop to your lips, then lower, and you swallow, your body responding with a heat that spreads. 'What do you have in mind?' you ask, your voice rough with the need to hear her say it. Her smile widens, and she leans back in her chair, crossing her legs. 'I have a few ideas,' she whispers.
The Offer
She stands, the chair screeching against the floor, and walks around the desk. You watch, mesmerized, as she sits on the edge, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing the curve of her thigh. 'Are you tired?' she asks, tilting her head. You shake your head, unable to find words. 'Good,' she murmurs, 'because I'm not.' Her hand reaches out, fingers tracing your jawline. 'I want you, right now, in this office.' Her words are a command, a promise, and you're already rising to meet her. 'Dara,' you breathe, her name a prayer on your lips. 'I've wanted this, too,' you admit. She grins, pulling you closer. 'Then let's not waste another second,' she says, her lips brushing yours.
The First Touch
Her mouth is hot and demanding, her tongue sliding against yours as you pull her tight against you. You can feel her breasts pressed to your chest, her nipples hard through the thin fabric of her blouse. You reach for her, hands cupping her ass, lifting her to wrap her legs around your waist. She moans into your mouth, rocking against you, the friction of her core through your clothes almost too much to bear. Her fingers tangle in your hair, tugging, as shedeepens the kiss. 'I need you,' she gasps, breaking away to nip at your jaw. 'Now.'
Bared
You set her down, your hands fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, desperate to see her skin. She helps, tearing it open, her bra following, and you groan at the sight of her. Her breasts are full, her nipples rosy and hard, begging for your mouth. You lean in, sucking one into your heat, her back arching, her hands clutching at your shoulders. 'Yes,' she hisses, 'suck on them, make them ache.' You obey, alternating between them, your hands cupping and squeezing, before you're lifting her again, turning to lay her down on the desk, papers scattering like confetti. Her skirt is pushed up, her panties discarded in a second, and you can see how wet she is, her pussy glistening.
The Claim
She's pulling at your belt, your pants, your cock springing free, hard and eager. 'Fuck me,' she demands, her hands on your hips, pulling you to her. 'Fill me up.' You don't need to be told twice, guiding yourself to her entrance, the tip nudging against her. You watch her face as you push in, her mouth forming an O, her eyes fluttering closed. 'Oh, god,' she moans, 'fuck, you're big.' You're buried to the hilt, your hips flush with hers, and you pause, giving her time to adjust. 'You feel incredible,' you grit out, your voice strained. She opens her eyes, a wicked smile on her face. 'Then fuck me like you mean it,' she challenges. You pull back, then slam home, and she cries out, her nails digging into your back as you find a rhythm.
The Release
The office fills with the sounds of your lovemaking, her moans and your groans, the slap of skin on skin. You're both slick with sweat, but neither of you care. 'Harder,' she begs, and you're only too happy to oblige, your hips pistoning, your cock hitting that spot inside her that has her seeing stars. 'Come for me,' you growl, your voice rough. 'I want to feel you come all over my cock.' Her head thrashes side to side, her breath coming in pants. 'I'm close,' she gasps, 'so close.' And then she's there, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around you, and you're lost, spilling inside her, your seed marking her as yours. You collapse on top of her, both of you breathing heavily, spent. She runs her fingers through your hair, her thumb brushing your cheek. 'That was incredible,' she murmurs. 'I could do it again,' you joke, and she laughs, the sound light and carefree. 'Maybe next time,' she says, and you know there will be a next time, because the night is young, and you're just getting started.
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