Their eyes locked on each other, and Lori gently ran her hands over his smooth chest, up to his broad tattooed shoulders before reaching for his neck to kiss him once more. But Steve backed away, a sly grin on his lips.
He looked at Lori, perched on the table, her wet panties peeking through her hiked-up skirt, her shirt disheveled and unbuttoned, her cheeks red with desire, and her eyes wide with passion. He caressed her face with one hand, rubbing his thumb against her swollen lips. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled.
"Lori, what do you want?" he asked, calming himself, forcing his heart rate to slow.
"Mmm, Steve, I need you… Please…." Lori put her hand on his bare shoulder, trying unsuccessfully to pull him closer.
"If you want this, Lori, we do it my way," Steve said in a low commanding voice. "You can walk away, but there won't be another opportunity."
Lori opened her eyes questioningly. Her cunt was throbbing with need, her body wanting nothing but his touch. Her mind was focused on one thing, and it didn't care what Steve wanted, as long as she got what she wanted, no, what she needed.
It had been a long time. Too long. She couldn't think of anything beyond what it would feel like to have Steve inside of her, fucking her mindlessly as she came over and over again. She wasn't quite sure what he meant, all she knew was that her body ached for him, his bare chest and stunning face just inches away and yet untouchable.
"Yes," she paused, catching her breath. "I want you… I want to be with you. I trust you. Just please…please, Steve, whatever you want, just please…," she begged.
"You're sure," he stated, not as a question, but as confirmation. His steely eyes flicked with desire and something else, something new to Lori.
"Yes, yes…" Lori tried to touch him again but he deftly stepped aside as he picked up his shirt off of the floor.
Steve gently lifted Lori off of the table, and reached out his hand to her. Questioningly, she looked at him, and smoothed down her skirt. She reached up to straighten her blouse as she thought about his offer. What did he mean, his way? She realized that no matter what he meant, she didn't care. She wanted him more than she ever wanted anything. Lori put her hand in his.
He opened the door to his office, and led her in. Gently dropping her hand, he proceeded to close the blinds. She had never noticed that his office had locks on the glass doors, small unobtrusive sliding bars that he quietly slipped into place.
"Stand in front of my desk."
Lori was puzzled and still askew from their passionate encounter. She walked over to the desk and turned around to face Steve.
Steve smiled, and in his low, sexy, voice said, "I didn't tell you to turn."