Previous Part: No Strings Attached – Passionate sex with my colleague – Part 2
Hi Everyone,
In parts 1 and 2, we just explored each other’s bodies. Read part 3 to find out how we made love and were caught by our colleague.
My breath hitched at her words, and I pulled her closer, feeling the electricity between us crackle. “I’m right here, I muttered, my voice rough, my hands sliding down to her waist, urging her to press closer, closer still. “No more waiting. No more games.”
She gasped softly, arching into me, her hands pulling me toward her in a frantic need.” Do it,” she whispered, her voice thick with hunger. “Don’t tease me anymore.”
I could feel her pulse racing, the heat of her body a constant reminder of how much we were both giving in to this. “I’m not teasing,” I said, my voice low and possessive as I kissed her again, deeper, more forceful. “I’m just… not stopping.”
Her fingers threaded into my hair, tugging me closer as she pressed against me. “Then don’t. Take me. Now.”
And with those words, I moved, fully, deeply, consumed by the desperate need in her voice and the fire building between us. Nothing was left but the sound of our breath and our touch’s frantic urgency. The words that slipped between us as we gave in, fully, to the heat of the moment.
“God, I want this… I want you,” I muttered between kisses, the words barely forming as I pulled her closer.
She responded with a soft moan, her voice hushed but filled with need. “Take me… make it unforgettable.”
With that, everything else faded away. The world became nothing but the two of us. The tension that had been building between us finally snapped. We both fell into the storm of passion we’d created together.
I moved over her, pressing kisses down her body. She lay beneath me, her breath quickening with anticipation. My lips found her breasts, teasing and sucking, making her arch against me.
“You drive me crazy,” I murmured, feeling her fingers tangle in my hair.
“Then don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice full of need.
I didn’t. I took my time, enjoying the way she gasped. The way her body responded to every touch. Her hands roamed over me, pulling me closer, her thighs shifting restlessly beneath me.
I need you, she breathed, her eyes locking onto mine. Now.
Her urgency sent a shiver through me. I positioned myself, feeling her warmth, and slowly pushed inside, inch by inch. She let out a soft gasp, her fingers digging into my arms as I filled her.
“You feel amazing,” I whispered against her lips.
“So do you,” she moaned, her hips meeting mine.
I started moving, slow at first, savouring every sensation. But soon, we couldn’t hold back. Our rhythm deepened, our bodies moving together in perfect sync, lost in the heat and urgency of the moment. Nothing else mattered—just us, just this.
We gave in completely until nothing remained but the intensity of what we shared. I could feel her muscles contracting around my dick. My precum was oozing, mixing with her arousal, making every movement smooth. She gasped against my ear.
Her body responded to every slow thrust, pulling me in deeper. The warmth, the pressure—it was overwhelming. I could feel her shudder beneath me. Her nails dug into my skin as she whispered my name, completely lost in the moment.
I increased my pace, feeling her warmth beneath me. My lips found her breasts, sucking and licking as she gasped, arching into me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, breathless.
I kissed my way back to her lips, claiming them as I thrust deeper. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in as her body tightened around me. The heat between us was overwhelming.
Don’t stop, she murmured, nails digging into my back.
Every movement, every sound, every touch drove us closer, lost in the raw intensity of the moment. We then switched to the spooning position. I lay on my side behind her, our bodies perfectly aligned. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her close, my hands cupping and squeezing her soft breasts.
Every movement was slow and intimate, our bodies pressed together in perfect sync. I slid deeper from behind, holding her tight against me. Kavya let out gentle gasps, her breath hitching with every motion. Kavya’s body was alive with heat.
Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as our movements intensified. The warmth of our bodies mingled, making the air between us thick with desire. Her breaths came in soft, uneven gasps, each sending a shiver.
Strands of her hair clung to her damp skin, wild and tousled from our movements, framing her flushed face. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in waves. They responded to every touch and shift as she surrendered fully to the moment.
The heat between us grew as our bodies moved together in perfect sync. I could feel the dampness of sweat forming on our skin. Kavya’s hair, once smooth, was now tousled, wild from our movements. Strands clung to her flushed skin, sticking to her neck and shoulders, adding to the rawness of the moment.
I tightened my grip around her. My hand slid over her slick skin, feeling the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.
Me: God, Kavya… You feel so good.
She let out a soft moan, her fingers reaching back to tangle in my hair as she pressed her body even closer.
Kavya: (whispering, breathless) Don’t stop… I love feeling you like this.
I kissed the back of her neck, tasting the salty sheen of sweat, inhaling her intoxicating scent. My fingers traced slow circles over her skin, feeling how her body responded to every touch.
Me: I love the way you react to me… every little sound you make.
She whimpered as I cupped her breast again, my fingers teasing, drawing out another gasp from her lips.
Kavya: (moaning softly, her voice trembling) You know exactly what you’re doing to me… I can’t take it.
I smirked against her skin, pressing a slow kiss to her shoulder as my other hand slid lower, exploring, teasing.
Me: Then just let go… give yourself to me.
She arched back against me, a shiver running through her entire body. She surrendered completely, lost in the moment, lost in us. Switching to doggy style happened naturally as if our bodies instinctively knew what we needed next. With a deep breath, I trailed my hands down Kavya’s sides.
Gently, I guided her forward, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her neck. She leaned onto her hands and knees. Her breath hitched, her body trembling slightly with anticipation. She arched her back, pushing her hips toward me, silently inviting me closer.
I ran my hands over the curve of her waist, down to her hips, steadying her as I positioned myself behind her. The sight of her like this—hair wild, skin flushed, muscles taut with need—sent me a deep, primal hunger.
I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back, kissing her shoulder, whispering against her ear, “You’re incredible, Kavya.”
She turned her head slightly, her lips parting as she gasped, “I want to feel you… take me.”
My fingers tightened on her hips as I adjusted our position, savouring the way her body moved with mine, ready, willing, completely in sync. Then, with one slow movement, we gave in to the desire building between us.
The phone kept buzzing, the vibration cutting through the heat between us. At first, she ignored it, too lost to care. But when it rang again, she tensed slightly. I glanced at the screen, the name flashing persistently. Her boyfriend.
“He’s really trying to reach you,” I murmured against her ear, my lips brushing her skin. She let out a shaky breath, her fingers gripping my arms. “I don’t care,” she whispered. “You sure?” I teased, my hands running down her body, making her shudder.
She bit her lip, eyes dark with defiance and something else. “Let him call,” I smirked, taking that as permission to continue. The world outside faded. His calls were just background noise. She wasn’t answering—and she wasn’t stopping.
She was thoroughly lubricated. Precum was oozing out of both of us, making every movement impossibly smooth. The phone kept buzzing, but she didn’t waver. Her body pressed against mine, her breath hot and uneven.
“You’re not going to answer?” I murmured, my fingers tracing down her spine. She shook her head, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “No. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
The words sent a surge of heat through me, and any lingering thoughts of the outside world vanished. Every time the phone rang, it was like a spark igniting something even wilder between us. The sound only fueled the intensity, pushing us to move faster, to hold each other tighter.
Each ring reminded me of the world outside. A world she was ignoring—choosing to be here with me. Her breath hitched as I gripped her hips. Our rhythm deepens with every unanswered call. “He just won’t give up, huh?” I murmured against her ear, my voice thick with desire.
She let out a breathless laugh, tilting her head back. “Let him keep calling, she whispered. I’m not stopping.” Neither was I. Our bodies moved together in a missionary position. I wasn’t done yet—not even close—and neither was she. I was still rock hard, the heat between us only intensifying.
Our hands intertwined tightly, fingers gripping like we never wanted to let go. Her legs wrapped around me, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Don’t stop, she whispered,” her nails digging into my back.
I met her gaze, my lips brushing against hers. I kept pounding into her. Each thrust made her moan louder. The way she responded, the way her body arched to meet mine—it was driving me insane. The world outside didn’t exist. There was only this, only us.
She was completely lost in the moment. Her body trembling with pleasure, her breath ragged and uneven. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her lips parted as soft moans escaped her. Her skin was flushed, glistening with sweat. Her grip on me tightened.
Her legs pulled me in as if she never wanted the moment to end. You feel so good, she gasped, her voice laced with desperation and satisfaction. I could feel the way her body tensed. The way she clenched around me. Her nails dug into my shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
She was completely in sync with me, surrendering to every sensation, lost in the pleasure we were sharing. We switched from rapid thrusts to sensual circles, savouring every movement. The contrast between the two made every sensation even more intense.
When I slowed down, I could feel every inch of her wrapping around me. Her body was trembling with anticipation. When I picked up the pace, her gasps turned into desperate moans. Her fingers gripped me tighter, pulling me deeper. “Don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice thick with pleasure.
I held her close, feeling the heat between us rise even higher. Her body responded to mine with perfect rhythm. Her hips moved instinctively to meet every thrust. We were completely in sync, lost in the ebb and flow of our passion.
As the intensity built between us, our breaths grew ragged. Our bodies moved in perfect sync. I kissed her deeply, our lips melding together in a fiery, desperate embrace. Every sensation was overwhelming, every touch electric. Her fingers tightened around mine, her nails digging slightly into my skin.
She gasped against my lips. “I can feel you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” I nodded, my forehead resting against hers as I fought to hold on a little longer. “Yeah… you feel too good,” I murmured, my voice rough, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust deeper.
She let out a soft moan, her legs wrapping tighter around me, pulling me impossibly close. “Don’t hold back, she urged, her lips grazing my ear. “I want to feel all of you… I want you to let go with me.”
The words sent a shiver through me, my restraint slipping. “God, Kavya… I can’t—” My voice broke as I felt the final rush building inside me.
“Then don’t,” she whispered, looking deep into my eyes, her body trembling beneath me. “Give it to me.”
And with that, I surrendered completely, lost in the moment, lost in her. Kissing her deeply, I felt the final surge building. My breath came in ragged gasps as I held her close, my body tense with release. With one last deep thrust, I finally let go, spilling inside her.
My body shuddered against hers as waves of pleasure crashed over me. We stayed tangled together, our bodies still pressed close, breathing heavy and uneven. The heat between us slowly settled, but neither moved yet. She let out a soft sigh. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my back.
“That was…” she started but trailed off. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile. I chuckled, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “Yeah… it really was.” For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing. I could still feel the aftershocks, the way her body pulsed faintly around me.
Then, her phone vibrated again. This time, she groaned and rolled her eyes. “Seriously?” I smirked, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You should probably answer that at some point.”
She sighed but made no move to reach for it. Instead, she turned to me, her eyes dark and playful. “Not yet. I’m not done with you.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I could already feel the fire building again between us. It looks like the night wasn’t over yet. I proceeded down to lick her pussy clean. Kavya’s phone kept ringing, but she ignored it.
Then, just as I was licking her clit while she finally was about to answer the call, the door suddenly burst open. Preeti, our colleague, stood there, eyes wide in shock.
For a moment, everything froze. The air was thick with heat and tension. But now, it was laced with panic. Kavya stiffened beneath me, still holding the phone. My heart pounded—not from desire this time, but from sheer disbelief.
Preeti’s mouth fell open as she processed what she was seeing. “What the— “she stammered, taking a step back.
Kavya scrambled to cover herself, still breathless. I could see the conflict on her face—shock, embarrassment, and something else. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. There was no easy way out of this.
Preeti stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes darting between us, trying to process the scene before her. Still holding the phone, Kavya quickly sat up, pulling the sheets over herself. I grabbed whatever was within reach to cover myself, my pulse hammering.
“Preeti—” Kavya started, her voice shaky.
Preeti held up a hand, her face a mix of shock and frustration. “Are you serious, Kavya?” she hissed, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Your boyfriend was worried and called me to check on you. This is what I walk into?”
Kavya swallowed hard, guilt flashing across her face, but she quickly composed herself. “This isn’t what it looks like,” she said, though even she didn’t sound convinced.
Preeti scoffed. “Really? Because it looks exactly like what I think it is.” She crossed her arms, her gaze flicking toward me. “And you—what the hell are you thinking?”
I exhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. “Look, Preeti, I know how this looks, but—”
“There’s no ‘but’ here!” she snapped. “Do you even realize what kind of mess you’re creating?”
Kavya ran a hand through her dishevelled hair, her breathing still uneven. “Preeti, please… just keep your voice down. We’ll talk about this.”
Preeti let out a bitter laugh. “Talk? Do you really think your boyfriend won’t find out? She pointed at the phone in Kavya’s hand. He literally called you a minute ago. What are you going to tell him?”
Kavya bit her lip, looking away. I stayed silent, knowing there was no easy way out of this. The air was thick with tension, and the weight of reality was beginning to settle over us.
What happens next? Does Kavya’s boyfriend find out? How does Preeti react?
To find out, wait for the next part of the story. Please reach out to me by email/hangouts at [email protected] for feedback.