2 Days Later.
Alex and Kitty stood in that vacant conference room as the door click-shut behind them, so their breath would quicken - hastened by anticipation of what was going to happen. It was illuminated only by that gentle, natural light through the blinds, so the long shadows writhed across their warm flesh. The air was so full of tension, full of intoxicating scents of desire, like a heady perfume - pounding their hearts, pounding their bodies with an ache for it.
He looked down at Kitty's form, looking at her as though for the first time. His hand came out, his palm cradling her cheek, the pad of his thumb stroking the skin gently. Kitty turned her face into his hand and slowly exhaled, her eyes shutting. "Kitty," he whispered on a thread of bare emotion, "I just can't stay away. I have tried, Kitty. I just can't."
Kitty's eyes snapped open, their gaze fierce and determined. Then don't. I don't want you to, she said in a low, sultry purr, causing Alex to shudder.
There, they stumbled running into each other's arms, lips colliding wildly, hunger-starved. Alex's hands roamed over her body, tracing each inch of her, memorizing her shape, her texture, her heat. Kitty's hands didn't wait either; they just pulled on his shirt, wanting that skin against hers. Clothes were shed in a dance of motion, a tangle of limbs and grasping touches until both of them were finally naked against one another and pressed together. Alex's lips followed the curve of Kitty's neck, his teeth gently biting the soft flesh, making her gasp and push back against him.
He held her breasts, his thumbs tracing lightly over her hard nipples, sending waves of pleasure to her center. Kitty groaned, her head tilting back, giving him easier access. He took it, his lips framing one hard tip, his tongue dancing around it, his teeth grazing lightly at it. Kitty's nails bit into his shoulders, her body arching against him. Her voice asked for more. "Alex," she gasped, her throat raw. "Please. I need you."
He placed Kitty on the conference table, cold wood slabs against her naked skin a jolt to the heat of their sweat-oiled bodies. He spread her legs wide and stood between them, his cock hard against that wet entrance to her. He looked into her eyes and there saw passion reflected there; it was a mirror image of that raw, animal desire that coursed through him.
"I need you, Kitty," he muttered, his voice a low snarl. "I need to be inside you. Now."
A grunt and then Alex thrust inside her. Their bodies came together in this explosion of feeling. Simultaneously, both of them groaned with eyes closed. Feeling connection is only achieved in the union. Alex held himself still for a second, letting Kitty get used to him and letting her body accept him. He could feel her inner muscles tightening around him, milking him, and pushing him deeper.
Kitty's hips begin to sway, a body urging him forward. Her fists tighten on his shoulders as her fingernails dig into the flesh of his back. Alex moves, grinding against hers, cock in and out of her wet heat. Their movement causes the conference table to quake and groan. Their flesh slaps against each other, moans and gasps punctuating the small room.
The air was thick with their smell, acrid and intoxicating, something that drove them crazier for her. Alex worked between them, his fingers wrapping around her clit, rubbing it hard and slow in circles. Kitty moaned, her body tightening, her inner muscles loosening around him, insisting he fill them more.
"Aleks, " she breathed, her voice lost to breathlessness. "I am close. So close. Do not stop."
Alex moved forward, his mouth tangling over hers to come close in a firm kiss, his tongue tracing the beat of his hips. "Come for me, Kitty," he breathed into her lips. "Let me feel you come all over my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me, milk me, take all I have to offer."
And she did, her back arching, her inner muscles tightening around him, milking him dry of every single drop. The feeling carried Alex away, his own orgasm tearing through him, his dick throb-pulsing as he emptied himself into her. He snarled, his body convulsing, his thrusts jerky and wild as he wrung out his pleasure.
"Kitty," he moaned, his voice a low, raspy one. "You feel so good. So tight. So wet. I could be inside you forever."
They stayed thus for some time, their bodies dripping with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests, their breaths short and shallow gasps. Alex's forehead against Kitty's, their eyes locked on each other, a wordless transmission between them, a promise of love, of devotion, of eternity.
And then, finally, Alex drew back, and Kitty winced at the gaping vacancy. He swept her off the table, their bodies folding against each other, their mouths meeting in a gentle, loving kiss. A kiss that was charged with love, with tenderness, with something deeper than bodily need.
"You're incredible," Alex murmured, his voice husky. "I love you, Kitty. More than words. More than anything."
Kitty's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her hand rising to frame his cheek. "I love you too, Alex. More than you could possibly know. You fill me up. You keep me alive. You make me think I can do anything."
He gradually dresses, quite loose and slack, and a whole, tender smile is spread over his lips. They are just about getting into their last clothes when voices begin heading in the direction of the conference room. They suddenly sit up straight, trying to look as though they are eating lunch, quite boring, their bodies quivering with aftershocks of desire.
The door opened at that instant, and Sara entered, a wide smile crossing her face as she looked around the room. "Well, well, well, looks like you two have been up to something," she commented, her eyes shining with amusement. "I could hear the table crashing against the wall at the other end of the hall."
Alex and Kitty simply smiled and abandoned all attempts at pretending to keep the secret. They were in love, and they were not about to apologize for it. They drew a line and won, or so they believed.