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it's a craving not a crush - melissa schemmenti ˢ

Melissa had always been there, a constant presence in the staffroom. Her flirty remarks towards you and the way she treated you better than everyone else never failed to make the rest of the staff curious. But you? You were too absorbed in your work, too focused on the numbers and the deadlines, to notice anything beyond your computer screen.

It was Ava who finally nudged you out of your oblivious state. Ava, with her infectious enthusiasm and her knack for bringing people together. She suggested a pre-Christmas get-together, a chance for everyone to unwind before the holiday madness descended upon the staffroom. And you agreed, because why not? It was just a casual gathering, nothing more.

But that Friday evening, as you stepped into Ava's living room, Melissa's presence suddenly became more pronounced. Her flirty remarks and the way she treated you differently from everyone else had always been there, but now you couldn't ignore them. The soft glow of the fairy lights highlighted her features—the curve of her smile, the twinkle in her eyes. It was as if the room had shifted, and you were seeing her for the first time.

You were all sitting on the various seats in the room, sipping on drinks and chatting, but you couldn't shake the feeling that Melissa's attention was solely focused on you. She had positioned herself on the plush couch, her laughter ringing out as she animatedly shared stories. Her eyes kept finding their way to you, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves.

As the evening wore on, Janine brought out a tray of homemade cookies—chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and ginger snaps. The room was filled with the comforting scent of freshly baked treats. Melissa leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing against yours. The warmth of her touch lingered, a silent invitation.

"Maybe," she said softly, "we could share more than just cookies." Her smile was both playful and sincere, and your heart raced. You took a breath, your fingers brushing against hers in return.

''Hm? Like what?''

Melissa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in even closer, her lips almost brushing against your ear. "The bathroom, Cucciolo," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. Your cheeks flushed at her boldness, but you couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation that ran through you.

"I don't know, Melissa," you replied, your voice catching slightly. "That's a bit risky, don't you think?" But as you looked into her eyes, filled with desire and mischief, you knew that you wanted to take that risk. With a smile, you leaned in closer, your lips hovering near hers, and whispered back, "Lead the way, Schemmenti."

Melissa grinned, her hand slipping into yours as she led you out of the room.

She pulled you into the bathroom and locked the door behind her with a look of urgency in her eyes. Crashing your lips together, you could feel the heat and desperation in the kiss. Melissa's hands pressed against your chest, her fingers digging into your skin as she pulled you closer.

The redhead's breath was hot against your skin, and her body was pressed tightly against yours. Her hair was tied in a bun, and the rest fell in cascading waves around her face, allowing you to grab her neck as you deepened the kiss. Both of you were fighting for dominance.

Your lips moved to her neck, nipping and kissing along her jawline as she let out a gasp. The sound of her gasp only fuelled your desire as you felt her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. The scent of her perfume filled your senses, intoxicating you as you explored her body with your hands. You couldn't help but want more of her. Melissa's moans only spurred you on, each one egging you to push further and explore every inch of her.

Unknown to you, Melissa was usually the dominant one, but in that moment, she was willingly surrendering control to you. Her body arched into your touch, her breath coming in short, excited gasps. As your hands roamed over her skin, she shivered in anticipation, her nails digging into your back.

She moved her hands up your body, cupping your breasts in a tender yet possessive manner.

''No touching,'' you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. ''Let me feel you.'' You turned Melissa around with a slow, deliberate movement, pressing her front against the door.

''You're so beautiful, Melissa.'' You leaned in to kiss her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath your lips. Her low back dress exposed her spine to your kisses, her hands gripping the door tightly.

''You know, Mel, I have the power to take you against the door right now.'' You whispered into her ear, resting your chin on her shoulder. Her breath hitched at your words, "Then do it, Tesoro."

Giving you the permission you needed to take control, your hands pulled the straps of her dress down, causing them to pool around her waist. It exposed her bra—red lace. You couldn't resist running your fingers along the delicate fabric, feeling her shiver in response. With a smirk, you whispered, "I love it when you wear red."

''You're gonna to love it more when ya take it off me.'' She teased; she was confident for someone who had just given up control.

Your hands eagerly complied, sliding the bra off her shoulders and tossing it aside.

You gently cupped her breasts, savouring the moment you had been longing for and feeling her arch into your touch. You played with her nipples , teasing and caressing them until they hardened under your touch. The redhead's breathing became shallow and ragged as she leaned back against you, giving herself over completely to your desire. With a firm hold on her, you pressed her front against the door, the cool wood contrasting with the heat of your bodies.

Somehow, she was still smaller than you, even though she still had her heels on and yours had been taken off long ago. The thought of fucking her with her heels still on made it ten times hotter. And that you did.

Pushing the rest of the dress up and pulling down her panties, you kissed up both of her legs, savouring the feeling of her soft skin against your lips. She let out a soft moan as you finally licked up her slit glistening folds, feeling her wetness on your tongue. The sound of her pleasure only fuelled your desire to make her come undone beneath you.

You continued to eat her out, knowing that every flick of your tongue brought her closer to the edge. As she arched her back and moaned your name, you felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that you were the one driving her wild with pleasure. You spelled your name out with your tongue against her clit, making her yours.

The taste of her arousal only heightened your own desire, and you couldn't resist the urge to slide a finger inside of her, feeling her walls clench around you. With each movement, she grew more desperate for release, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Fuck, two fingers," she gasped. With that request, you harshly pressed into her, her mouth agape as her eyes rolled to the back of your head. As you continued, you could hear your fingers in her wetness, driving you insane.

As her face slid down the bathroom door, you could hear her hoop earrings scraping against the wood, which only added to the intensity of the moment.

Her soft moans filled the small space, echoing off the tiled walls and fuelling your own desire even more. With each thrust of your fingers, she arched her back and pushed against you, urging you on.

The sound of her pleasure mixed with the familiar rhythm of the earrings against the door made your addiction to the woman even stronger.

As she finally reached her peak, you felt her walls clench around your fingers one final time before she collapsed against you, breathless and satisfied.

You knew then that you had given her exactly what she needed. And oh, how much you loved it.