Lesbian PsychoDramas #27

She felt him watching her the second she walked into the room. He stood against the wall, dark suit melting into shadow, eyes locked on every move. Not careful. Not polite. Drinking her in like he hadn’t eaten in days. She kept moving anyway. Let the fabric cling tight. Let him see what he wanted. When he finally pushed off the wall and walked straight at her, she felt the air change. Thick. Electric. His hand hit the door behind her, locking the rest of the world out. "Been staring at you since October," he said, voice rough. She didn’t back down. Pressed closer instead, thighs brushing denim. Heat snapped between them fast and mean. His mouth crushed hers open, tongue tasting like smoke and sin. Buttons popped. Hands moved everywhere, no hesitation, no waiting. She grabbed his belt, yanked hard. He lifted her onto the desk, skirt shoved up, knees spread wide. Cold wood, hot hands. He dropped between her thighs like he’d die if he didn’t taste her now, tongue sliding slow then hard, driving her hips wild. Her fingers twisted in his hair, breath breaking. When he stood again, pants open, cock thick in his fist, he didn’t ask. Just pushed inside, deep, filling her sudden and sharp. She took all of it, gasping against his throat, nails scraping his back while he thrust hard enough to rattle papers to the floor. He fucked like a man falling off a cliff. Furious. Ugly with need. Sweat slicked their skin. Teeth left marks. She came first, body clenching tight around him, then again when he spilled deep and hot, teeth sinking into her shoulder to keep from shouting. They stayed locked like that, breathing jagged, shadows stretching across the wall like witnesses that wouldn’t talk.