The paperwork completed, Rosalind found herself without a task to occupy herself while Robert was away. She glanced up at the door, then down at her watch. It was only a few minutes before their posted lunch hour. She could put the closed sign up early and attend to some personal matters. There was a rather tattered and (embarrassingly) well read paperback waiting for her under the false drawer bottom in her work desk. She strode over to their open/closed sign, turning it over to inform the populace that they would be taking no business for a little while. She locked the outer door and drew the curtains, then made her way back to their private workspace.
With little ado she pulled out the book in question and turned it to one of the three dog earred sections. This one showed visible wear. The spine opened nearly flat on these few pages. It was awkward to sit in a chair when she read this particular book. She often found she needed more surface area to maintain stability. She hopped up onto her desk, gathering her skirt around her hips. The cooler air of the laboratory felt refreshing on her thighs, even through the fabric of her underwear. It was a rather hot day outside and the Lutece Device put off quite a bit of heat, even with the cooling unit working as hard as it could.
By now she had these passages memorized, but she still liked to read them. Recalling from memory was a less visceral experience, for some reason. She delicately unbuttoned the join of her unionsuit while she began to read the passages. The style was somewhat immature, but between the words on the page and the sensation of her undergarments being removed she could get enough amusement for her needs from it. She slid her fingers through her pubic hair, shivering slightly at the sensation of it. By keeping her mind distracted with the tawdry sex scene she could pretend that hands other than her own were stroking her body.
She slipped her fingers between those lower lips. She wasn't quite prepared for this activity yet. That was no problem for her, though. She had years of experience dealing with this problem. She continued to read, rubbing her fingertips gently over the entrance to her vagina. There were a few fragments of sentences that seemed to be most effective. She didn't know why those particular words in that particular order were so resonate with her but she didn't waste time analyzing. She felt her body slowly relaxing and her fingertips became coated with a thin, slick moisture. She slid them up to their typical position, gently working them over the soft, sensitive nub that she knew would soon be her undoing.
Of course that was the moment when Robert returned from his errand. The door opened and Rosalind felt as though she had been immersed in cold water. She jumped to her feet and shook her skirts out, dropping the book and pulling a few papers off her desk in the process. Robert rounded the corner before she had her skirts entirely settled. Rosalind knew without question that he understood what he'd interrupted. The irritating smug look on his face told her enough about his opinion of the thing. She huffed and bent to retrieve her book. She snatched it up hastily before Robert could even begin to help her retrieve the fallen documents.
Robert eyed the book and Rosalind did her best to hide the cover and spine from him. "Not one word." Rosalind warned him, attempting to give him her most stern expression. The problem was that she also found this to be at least a little funny, so she wasn't in the proper frame of mind to be truly threatening. Robert's chuckle only made it harder to keep a straight face. He nodded at her and retrieved the fallen papers.
Rosalind tucked the book into a drawer and moved away from the desk so Robert could replace the papers. She didn't get even one step before his free hand snaked around her waist, stopping her motion. "Is there something you'd like a hand with?" She knew his innocent tone and expression to be false and done for comedic effect. That didn't stop it from being legitimately amusing. She chuckled and let herself be restrained. In response Robert put the papers on the chair and drew her in close. Rosalind drew his head down to her own until their lips met.
The kiss was much more satisfactory than the book, as far as distraction and arousal were concerned. His lips felt soft and slightly moist, but much more than the physical sensation of his mouth on hers was the emotional reaction that the kiss sent through her. Her amusement melted slowly, as well as her irritation and embarrassment. The heat of her desire and love for this man replaced those fleeting, silly emotions.
His lips broke with hers, leaving her just a little disappointed until they touched again on her cheek, then her jaw and her neck. Despite the heat of the room she shivered, goosebumps breaking out over her arms and chest. She leaned her head backward, allowing his mouth to travel down the too-sensitive skin of her throat. The sensation of his lips and then his teeth against that much protected flesh drew a laugh from her. It tickled, but at the same time it incited such delicious heat in her. She felt each nibble and playful kiss in every nerve of her body, the sensations echoed in those secret places she'd been teasing earlier. Next to Robert's ministrations her own seemed amateurish and sad. He could ignite desire in her with a few words and a well placed touch.
She was the one who backed toward the desk, drawing him along with her. As she anticipated, he understood her intentions with no verbal prompting. He drew her skirts up by inches, collecting handfuls of fabric to avoid bending over. He kissed her while he did this, slow torturous kisses that Rosalind could never be patient enough for or get enough of. Her hips hit the desk again but she would have to break the kiss to get herself back on the desk.
Robert started to move faster when they stopped going backward. She was pleased that his patience had finally eroded. She hated that she was often so responsive and he was rarely as quick to react.
"Practice." He noted. His breathless tone made Rosalind shiver. A hot burst of heat shot from between her legs all the way up her spine. "I'm used to resisting my physical urges." While he talked Rosalind drew his pants open, gently tugging them out of the way. She stroked his cock with slow, even motions. His shiver pleased her and she didn't bother to hide her amused smirk. He lowered his head to her shoulder, an unbelievably intimate motion that put his mouth right by her ear. The soft sounds of pleasure he made as she stroked him drew an answering groan from Rosalind. They turned their heads toward each other until their lips met. Rosalind wiggled onto the edge of the desk with Robert's help. She spread her legs wider, drawing him in by the open fly of his pants. Rosalind deepend the kiss, delicately pressing her tongue into his mouth as he gently pressed himself into her vagina. The sensation was extremely relieving after so much build up. They shivered together, both letting out a soft gasp as they made contact.
Robert put his hands on either side of her face and Rosalind pulled back, knowing that he was trying to make eye contact. She loved the look on his face when he was inside her. Their eyes met and Rosalind gripped the lapels of his jacket. She wanted something to hold on to as he moved inside her. Each thrust made her catch her breath and he was so close. She couldn't think about anything but his body and the contact between them.
Sometimes it was overwhelming to have him so close, to have her personal space so thoroughly invaded. His scent filled her nose, the clean somewhat sharp smell of aftershave, the oily smell of his hair product, and the chemical scent of the lubricating grease for their latest device. His voice filled her ears so that every moan and sharp inhalation overpowered the louder ambient noises. The taste of his lips coated her tongue and anytime it faded to neutrality he was kissing her again, a delightful and wonderful feeling. He dominated all her senses, pushing out everything that wasn't him and his body. He filled her body with feelings, both from the pleasure and delight of each thrust as they grew more frequent and more urgent and anywhere he wasn't touching felt warm from the rush of lust and madness that began to fill her. She pulled him down and nudged his shirt open so she could bite his chest to stifle her cries.
She was beside herself when he took that as a cue to move faster and harder. She shuddered and yelled into the flesh between her teeth, gripping his jacket so hard that her hands hurt. She had no time to give that pain any attention. She felt herself being overtaken by the sweet madness of orgasm and it was all she could do to hang on to her sanity in those moments. His increasingly erratic and wanton thrusting kept driving her farther and farther into the swirling, unfathomable waters of pleasure and she held on to him tooth and nail as though she might be lost if she did not.
Robert's release was as much a relief for Rosalind as it was for him. They sagged against each other gasping for breath. Rosalind regained her composure first. She pulled back, examining his expression for a moment. He looked peaceful and pleased. That pleased her as well. She pressed a soft, loving kiss to his lips and he replied in kind, stroking a hand through her hair. "Well, that was certainly worth the effort."
She smiled at him as he cracked his eyes open and regarded her again. "Better than your book?"
Rosalind felt herself blush. "Perhaps a touch. Difficult to say, really."
His response sounded offended, but Rosalind knew that to be a lie. "Hmm, well perhaps next time you should try to be more enticing."
They couldn't maintain the charade for long. Rosalind snickered once and Robert laughed, drawing her into a tight hug. It felt nice to be in his arms like this, Rosalind decided. She would stay there all the time if she could. There was no need to profess her love for him, so she refrained. Instead she helped him keep his balance when he pulled away and did his pants up for him while he continued to catch his breath.