Michael reached out and placed his hands on her hips. When he pulled her toward him she did not resist. Diane straddled his lap so that she was on her knees facing him. She leaned forward and kissed him. It was not the timid kiss of shame and regrets. There was a deeper fire, a long contained desire that bubbled to the surface like an ancient volcano ready to erupt.
Michael ran his hands up her back and unhooked her bra. With practiced ease Diane removed it and let the bra fall to the floor.
Michael kissed down her neck to her chest and sucked one of Diane’s large nipples into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around it a few times before pinching it between his teeth and pulling. Diane gasped and grabbed the back of his head, holding him to her chest. Her moans grew loud as he grabbed her ass in both hands and squeezed. When he shifted his attention to other other breast she took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt and peel it away from his chest.
Diane felt his cock grow hard beneath her and ground her crotch against it. Michael growled and sucked harder. She smiled and pushed him away so that she could look him in the eyes. “Take me, Michael. Take me the way you’ve wanted to since we started working together.”
Michael looked back at her and when she did not so much as blink he knew she meant it. He considered what she said and thought back to the first time he saw her. His smile was the only warning she received.