Erotic Stories: Late Night with Isabel
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Lingering Glances
The office is quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as you both linger, packing up. Isabel leans against the desk, her short black dress fluttering. 'You work late, too,' she says, her Lisbon accent curling the words. You nod, your gaze flicking to her bare legs. Her smile is knowing. 'The city is alive at night,' she teases, stepping closer. You catch her scent, something floral, intoxicating.
Daring Touch
Isabel's hand brushes yours as she takes the folder from your grasp. Her fingers are warm, soft. 'You have the most beautiful skin,' she murmurs, turning your wrist to trace a vein. Your heart pounds. 'Isabel, we shouldn't,' you whisper. She looks up, her dark eyes burning. 'I want to,' she replies, her thumb circling your pulse. 'Tell me to stop if you don't.'
Exploring Desires
Her lips touch yours, tentative, then breathless. You groan, pulling her close, your hands sliding down her back. She arches against you, her nails scratching your neck. 'I’ve wanted this all week,' she admits, her tongue tangling with yours. She tastes of coffee and mint. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her flush against you. 'You feel that?' she whispers, rocking into your hard length. 'That's all for you. I want to feel you inside me.'
Clothing Cast Aside
The desk is cleared with a sweep of her arm, papers scattering. You lift her onto it, your mouth hot on her neck. She tugs at your shirt, buttons flying. Her hands roam your chest, her nails leaving red marks. 'I need you naked,' she growls. You strip, her skirt riding up as she lies back, her thighs parting. 'Now, Isabel,' you demand, reaching for the lace at her hips. She smiles, lifting to help you, her panties discarded.
Claim Her
She's slick, hot, and you can't wait. You position yourself at her entrance, rubbing your tip through her wetness. 'Please,' she begs, her hips lifting. You slide in, her tightness surrounding you. 'Fuck,' you groan, burying yourself to the hilt. Isabel wraps her legs around your waist, her nails digging into your back. 'Harder,' she orders, her voice a growl. You oblige, your rhythm driving her back onto the desk, her moans echoing off the office walls.
Shared Pleasure
Your hand finds her clit, circling as you thrust. She bucks against you, her cries growing louder. 'Come for me, Isabel,' you demand. Her back arches, her body shuddering as she finds her release, your name a plea on her lips. You follow, your climax a white-hot explosion as you collapse onto her. Isabel's arms circle your neck, her breath hot on your ear. 'That was worth staying late for,' she whispers, her hips rocking against yours. In the quiet office, you both smile, content in the aftermath.
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