Office Desires

8. The gaze

Debbie was on top of Lou, still in her underwear, she moaned, her voice muffled by her own hand. Lou smiled, her fingers digging deeper into Debbie's butt. The room was spinning, and all she could focus on was how good it felt to have Debbie moving on top of her.

She knew they should stop, that this was wrong. But the way Debbie's breasts brushed against her chest, the way their hips seemed to find the perfect rhythm, it felt so right. Lou arched her back, meeting Debbie's movements with equal fervor.

As if she could read Lou's mind, Debbie leaned down, her lips brushing against her ear. "You know this isn't how things should be," she whispered, her seductive brown eyes boring into Lou's soul.

Shivers ran down Lou's spine, and she couldn't help but arch her neck further toward Debbie's mouth. The feeling of being so exposed, so vulnerable, was exhilarating. With a slow, deliberate movement, Debbie slid her finger in Lou's mouth. "You shouldn't have kissed me."

Her words stung, but somehow, they only served to heighten the desire that pulsed between them. Lou sucked on Debbie's finger, relishing the taste of her skin, the salty sweetness of her perspiration. She reached down, hooking her leg around Debbie's hip, pulling her closer.

"Why do you have to be so hot ?" Debbie murmured against Lou's neck...

Lou's mind was a haze of sensation: the slick warmth of Debbie's skin against her own, the smell of their sweat, the taste of her lips. She felt as if she were floating, weightless, untethered from the world outside this tiny room.

As if in a trance, she undid Debbie's bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spilled free, pale and perfect in the dim light. Lou's mouth watered, and she leaned in, taking one rosy nipple into her mouth, sucking gently as she began to stroke Debbie's other breast with her free hand.

Debbie arched back, her head thrown back, a soft moan escaping her lips. Lou looked up, meeting her eyes, and felt a rush of heat spread through her body. There was something so intoxicating about the way Debbie looked at her, like she was the only person in the world who could make her feel this way.

With renewed determination, Lou slid her hand down between their bodies, parting Debbie's legs. She could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her curls. She brushed her fingers against the sensitive nub of flesh, watching as it hardened at her touch. Debbie threw her head back further, her hips moving restlessly against Lou's hand.

"Say you want me..." Lou whispered.

It was a command and a plea all in one, and something in Debbie snapped. She closed her eyes, trying to gather her scattered thoughts, to focus on anything but the sensations tearing through her body. But it was no use. She was lost to Lou, lost to this feeling of being wanted, of being desired.

"Say you want me !" Lou repeated, but this time more commanding.

She felt Debbie's body tense beneath her, and then, finally, the sweet sound of her request... "I want you..." It was a breathy, a raspy whisper. Lou's fingers found their rhythm again, stroking and circling, driving Debbie closer and closer to the edge.

"Say it again...louder."

There was a moment of hesitation, and then Debbie's voice grew stronger. "I want you, Lou...I want you..." Debbie opened her eyes, meeting Lou's gaze, and felt a shiver run down her spine. "I want you..." she repeated, more confidently this time. Lou's touch was exquisite, her fingers knowing just how to make her feel good. "I need you..." she added, her voice a husky whisper.

*****

The next morning, Lou slowly woke up, feeling confusion and surprise when she realized that Debbie was still there, sitting on the edge of the bed. The brunette was fully dressed, her expression unreadable as she watched Lou regain consciousness.