Previous Part: No Strings Attached – Passionate sex with my colleague – Part 1
Hi Everyone,
Hope you enjoyed part 1 of the story. Continuing from Part 1, Kavya and I continued to explore each other.
Kavya gasped, her body trembling as my fingers worked their magic between her thighs. Her breath hitched when I sucked harder on her nipple, rolling it between my lips.
Kavya (breathless): “Oh… what are you doing to me?”
Me: “Driving you crazy…” I flicked my tongue over her hardened bud, feeling her shudder beneath me.
Kavya (moaning softly): “You’re… you’re making me lose control…” She gripped my hair, pressing herself against my mouth.
Me (whispering): “I want to feel you… everywhere…” My fingers moved in slow, teasing circles over her wet clits, making her whimper.
Kavya (panting): “More… please… don’t stop…” She arched her hips, silently begging for more.
Me (dark chuckle): “My naughty girl… tell me, what do you want?” I pressed a little harder, making her cry out softly.
Kavya (gasping, eyes half-lidded with desire): “Your hands… your tongue… everything…”
Her raw need sent a rush of hunger through me. I smirked against her skin before kissing my way lower, ready to give her exactly what she wanted.
Her nipples, already swollen from my touch, hardened further as I took one into my mouth again, sucking gently before grazing it with my teeth. She moaned, her fingers gripping my hair, pulling me closer, silently begging for more.
I didn’t rush—I wanted to take my time, to worship every inch of her. I kissed my way down the valley between her breasts, licking a slow, teasing path to her stomach. She squirmed beneath me. Her body arched with anticipation as I sucked lightly on her skin, leaving faint marks of my desire.
Her thighs quivered as I kissed the sensitive dip of her hip, my tongue flicking out to taste her warmth. I could feel her pulse quicken, her breath growing ragged.
“You like this, don’t you?” I murmured against her skin, letting my lips graze the inside of her thigh before giving it a slow, lingering suck.
She let out a desperate moan, and her body completely surrendered to my touch. “Yes… Oh god, don’t stop…”
I smirked, knowing she was utterly at my mercy. My mouth continued its journey, exploring her in ways that made her tremble with anticipation, every kiss, every lick, every touch designed to drive her closer to the edge. I smirked against her skin, feeling her body writhe beneath me, needy and desperate.
My lips travelled lower, teasing her with slow, lingering kisses along her inner thighs. My tongue flicked over the sensitive spots that made her shudder. Her breath hitched as I sucked on her soft skin, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses.
My hands roamed freely, one sliding up to cup her breast. The other spread her thighs wider, exposing her to me completely. I hovered just above her pussy. My breath warm against her, making her squirm in anticipation.
“Tell me, baby… do you want me here?” I teased, my lips brushing dangerously close but never quite touching.
“Yes… please,” she whimpered, her voice laced with desperation. Her fingers tightened in my hair, trying to pull me closer. But I took my time, flicking my tongue lightly over her inner thigh, making her tremble.
“I love hearing you beg,” I murmured, my voice dripping with desire. Then, I parted her folds with my tongue, giving her a long, deep lick that made her cry out. Her back arched as I sucked on her swollen bud.
My tongue circled in slow, torturous motions before dipping lower to taste her fully. Her thighs clenched around my head, her moans turning into breathless, desperate whimpers. I devoured her, drinking in every sound, every shiver, every gasp.
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right. I matched the rhythm of my tongue as I built her pleasure higher and higher. She was completely lost in sensation, her body trembling. Her hands clawed at the sheets, at me, at anything she could hold onto as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
“Oh god… I-I can’t—” she choked out, her body tightening around my fingers, her moans breaking into gasps as she reached the edge. I sucked harder, my fingers moving faster. Her body tensed, then shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she screamed my name.
Her release pulsed through her in wild, uncontrollable shudders. I didn’t stop until I had taken every last drop of her cum. My tongue slowed, savouring her as she came down from her high, breathless and completely spent beneath me. I kissed my way back up her body.
My lips captured hers in a deep, lingering kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “You’re mine,” I whispered against her lips, feeling her smile through her ragged breaths.
“Always,” she whispered back, pulling me in for more.
As I kissed my way down her trembling body, I let my fingers trail between her thighs, teasing her sensitive folds. She gasped, her body arching toward me, silently begging for more. I parted her slick clits with my fingers, gliding over her swollen bud in slow, deliberate circles.
A shudder ran through her as she moaned, her thighs trembling around my hand.
“So wet for me,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “You want me to touch you deeper, don’t you?”
She bit her lip, nodding desperately. “Please…” she whispered, her voice breathless, filled with need.
Smirking, I slowly slid one finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me as a deep moan escaped her lips. I took my time, thrusting in and out, curling my finger just right, making her body tremble beneath me.
“God… yes…” she whimpered, her fingers digging into my arms as her hips rolled to meet my movements.
I added a second finger, stretching her, filling her, my thumb pressing against her swollen bud, rubbing in slow, tantalizing circles. She gasped, her breath coming in ragged moans. I picked up the pace, my fingers moving faster, deeper, stroking the spot that made her body tense with pleasure.
Her moans turned into desperate cries, her thighs squeezing around my hand as I pushed her higher and higher. “I’m so close… oh god, don’t stop!” she begged, her body writhing beneath me.
I captured her lips in a deep, heated kiss, swallowing her moans. I curled my fingers one last time, hitting the perfect spot. Her body arched, her breath caught, and then she shattered. I didn’t stop until I felt every last tremor of her orgasm.
My hand moved slower, easing her down from her high. She lay beneath me, breathless, glowing, her body spent but still craving my touch. I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “You’re so beautiful when you come undone for me,” I whispered, making her shiver again.
She smiled lazily, pulling me closer. “I want more,” she murmured against my lips. Her fingers trailed down my body, ready to return the pleasure I had just given her. I gripped her thighs and spread them wider, keeping her completely exposed beneath me.
My fingers were already soaked from teasing her. But I wanted more—I wanted to push her past the point of control. I slid my fingers back inside her, slow at first, making her feel every inch, every deep stroke. “You love this, don’t you?” I murmured against her ear, my voice low, teasing.
Kavya moaned, her body arching. But I wasn’t about to let her get too comfortable. I pulled my fingers out completely, making her whimper in frustration. I slid them back in hard, deep, making her cry out.
“Oh, fuck—!” she gasped, her fingers clawing at my back.
“You like it when I take control, don’t you?” I smirked, curling my fingers inside her, hitting the perfect spot that made her body tense up.
“Yes… god, yes!” she moaned, her hips moving to match my rhythm.
I didn’t let her set the pace—I took what I wanted. I pumped my fingers into her, faster, rougher, my thumb rubbing her swollen bud in relentless circles. She was completely at my mercy, her breath coming in desperate gasps as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re mine, Kavya,” I growled, biting down on her neck just hard enough to make her shudder.
She moaned louder, her body trembling, her thighs tightening around me as she lost control. “I—oh god, I’m—!”
I covered her mouth with mine, swallowing her scream as she shattered, her body convulsing around my fingers, wet and pulsing with pleasure. I didn’t stop—I wanted to feel every last tremor of her orgasm, to own every second of it.
Her body writhed beneath me, her nails raking down my back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. I finally slowed, pulling my fingers out, dragging her orgasm out even longer.
She lay there, completely wrecked, breathless and trembling, but I wasn’t done with her yet. I smirked as I licked my fingers clean, watching her dazed eyes darken with renewed hunger.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmured, lowering myself between her legs again. “And I’m not stopping until you beg me to.”
Kavya was still trembling beneath me. Her body was spent from the pleasure I had just wrung out of her, but I wasn’t finished. Not even close. I kissed my way back up her body, slow, deliberate, enjoying the way she shivered at every touch.
Her skin was slick with heat, and her breaths were still uneven. Her lips slightly parted as she looked up at me with dazed, hungry eyes.
“You’re not done yet, are you?” I whispered against her ear, my voice thick with dominance.
She swallowed hard, her body still sensitive, but there was no hesitation when she whispered back. “No… I want more.”
I grinned, claiming her lips in a deep, possessive kiss before shifting lower again.
Her legs were still spread wide for me, completely exposed, slick from the pleasure I had already given her. I dragged my fingers down her inner thigh, teasing her overstimulated skin, watching the way she squirmed beneath me.
“So sensitive,” I murmured, pressing a kiss just above her core, feeling her entire body tense in anticipation.
Then, without warning, I flicked my tongue over her swollen bud, making her cry out. Her hands flew to my hair, gripping tight, her body arching off the bed. I wrapped my lips around her, sucking hard.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped, her legs trembling.
I didn’t slow down. I devoured her, tasting every inch of her, my tongue working her over with relentless precision. Every time she gasped, I went harder. Every time her thighs clenched around my head, I pushed her further. I slid my fingers back inside her, curling them just right.
Hitting that perfect spot, again and again, making her body shake uncontrollably.
“You’re mine, Kavya,” I growled against her, my tongue never stopping. “I’m not stopping until you can’t take any more.”
She whimpered, lost in the pleasure, her body writhing against my mouth. She was so close again. I could feel it, the way she tensed, the way her moans turned into desperate cries.
“Come for me,” I commanded, my voice thick with need.
And just like that—she shattered. Her entire body convulsed. Her cries filled the room as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, even stronger than before. I held her down, licking and sucking her through it, refusing to let up until she had nothing left to give.
She finally collapsed against the bed, completely wrecked, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. I moved up, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “I could do this all night,” I murmured against her lips.
She let out a breathless laugh, her fingers running through my hair. “You already have.”
Kavya was still trembling beneath me, her body flushed, her breath ragged as I kissed my way up her neck. My fingers lazily traced circles on her thigh, keeping her on edge, my smirk widening as I felt her shiver at my touch. Then, her phone vibrated against the bedside table.
At first, I ignored it, too lost in her. But she suddenly tensed beneath me, her dazed eyes snapping to the screen. The name flashing across it sent a ripple of shock through her. I followed her gaze, expecting maybe a late-night work call.
Instead, my stomach dropped.
“Amit”
A boyfriend?
I pulled back slightly, my mind catching up with the situation. What the fuck?
She froze, her breathing uneven for a completely different reason now.
I raised a brow, watching how she clenched her lips, guilt flickering in her eyes. “You… have a boyfriend?” My voice was low and controlled, but there was an edge to it now.
The phone kept ringing.
Kavya swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she reached for it. “I…” she started but couldn’t meet my eyes.
I exhaled sharply, my hands resting on her bare skin, the heat between us still very real—still impossible to ignore.
The ringing stopped.
Silence.
She let out a shaky breath, staring at the phone like it was about to explode. Then, before I could say another word, a notification popped up.
1 New Whatsapp message.
Our eyes met again.
Tension crackled between us, a dangerous mix of desire, frustration, and something else—something unspoken. I watched her, breath caught in my chest, as her fingers hovered over the phone. The room felt charged, a thousand unspoken things hanging in the air.
I stayed quiet, letting her decide, but my pulse was racing, my mind swirling with the heat of the moment. Her eyes flickered back to me. I could see the conflict on her face—guilt, desire, maybe even a little fear. She exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling beneath my touch.
I didn’t push her or say a word. Just let the tension stretch between us like an elastic band. Finally, her hand fell away from the phone. She let out a nervous laugh, almost as if she were reassuring herself.
“Fuck it,” she muttered, sliding the phone face down on the table. Her eyes locked onto mine, and a wicked smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The defiance in her gaze was clear now—she wasn’t turning back. “You still want me?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief and something darker.
I didn’t hesitate. There was no second-guessing. “You’re going to throw it all away for me, huh?” I murmured, my voice low and laced with desire.
I could feel her body’s heat against mine, the electricity building. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing just over her ear as I added, “You’ve already made your choice.”
As her words settled between us, the energy in the room shifted again. It was no longer about decisions or hesitation. This was about something far simpler: enjoyment. Her body was pressed closer to mine. Her breath was warm against my skin. She stayed there, not pulling away, not breaking the moment.
Her fingers traced a slow line along my arm. A soft touch almost too gentle, as if she were savouring the moment and didn’t want to let it slip away. I could feel the warmth of her body. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the unspoken connection between us thickening.
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She looked up at me, her eyes soft but with a glint of something deeper—a desire to stay in this space, in this moment. “I… I don’t want to let go of this,” she said, her voice low but clear, a hint of wonder in it.
She hadn’t expected to feel this way, but now that she did, she didn’t want it to end. Her fingers traced along my jaw, lingering there as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing lightly against mine, just a whisper of contact. She pulled back, her smile widening.
I could see she was completely in the moment, physically and emotionally. She wasn’t looking for anything beyond what we were sharing right now.
“I want to keep this… keep you,” she added, her eyes locked onto mine with a sense of vulnerability yet determination. There was no rush, no need to move on to the next thing. For the first time in a while, she was content just being here with me.
And I couldn’t help but agree. I didn’t want to let go either
Me: You know, I wasn’t expecting this tonight, not with everything going on.
Kavya: (soft chuckle, almost too casual) Yeah, I wasn’t expecting it either. But sometimes things just… happen. (She shrugs, a playful glint in her eye, but there’s an edge to her words.)
Me: (leaning in, voice dropping lower, almost whispering) What’s going on? What’s going through your head right now?
She hesitates, her gaze flickering toward the phone on the table, then back to me. For a moment, her mind seems somewhere else.
Kavya: (almost too quietly) I don’t know. Just wondering if I’m doing the right thing. Being here with you when I know where my life is.
You: (gently cupping her chin, lifting her face to meet yours, voice soft but firm) We are here enjoying, and that’s all that matters.
Kavya: (voice low, teasing with a slight edge) “You think it’s that simple? Just forget everything else? Just you and me?”
You: (leaning in, whispering against her ear) If you want to forget it all, I’ll help you. All that matters right now is us.”
The silence hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Her hand moved to my chest. She leaned in just enough for her lips to brush against mine, a whisper of a kiss that sent a jolt through me. It started slow, testing the waters before the need for more took over.
I broke the kiss, my voice rough with desire. “Are you sure about this? About us?”
She locked eyes with me, and there was no hesitation this time. Only desire. Her hands reached up, pulling me back into another more urgent kiss. Her touch was desperate, as though she couldn’t get enough.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she whispered against my lips.
She let out a soft moan as my lips trailed down her neck, and the sound drove me wild, pushing me further into the moment. I moved with more urgency now, my hands exploring her body, each touch more confident, less restrained. I paused for a second, feeling the moment’s intensity wash over me.
Her hands slipped into my hair, tugging me back to her lips, desperate for more. The intensity between us was undeniable, and everything else faded away. All I could feel, all I could hear, was her—her body pressing against mine. Her lips tasted mine, the rhythm of our breaths.
There was nothing else but this moment, this heat, this desire between us.
“You’re not getting away that easy,” she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
Her hands moved again to the waistband of my underwear. My underwear was wet with precum oozing out. She undid them slowly, deliberately, her fingers grazing my skin as she worked. I watched her, every movement of hers pulling me deeper into the moment.
The heat between us builds to an unbearable intensity. As she pushed my underwear down, my breath caught in my throat. There was a moment of hesitation—an unspoken question, a moment where we both seemed to wonder just how far this would go.
But there was no turning back now. She stepped closer, her body pressing against mine, and I could feel the warmth of her skin, the soft pressure of her body as she guided me, taking control of the pace.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice hoarse, my hands reaching out to touch her, to pull her closer.
She nodded, her lips brushing against my ear as she answered, “I want this… I want you.”
And with that, she kissed me again, deeper this time, her body pressing firmly against mine, urging me to forget everything else.
I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands roaming over her back, pulling her flush against me. She responded with equal urgency, her lips parting as she let out a soft gasp, her hands pushing at my clothes, eager to strip away any remaining barriers.
“Don’t stop,” she murmured, her voice desperate as she met my eyes, her hands slipping beneath my clothes, her touch burning into my skin. There was a hunger in her that I couldn’t ignore. I didn’t want to ignore her as her body arched against mine.
I pulled her back into a kiss, fierce and deep, tasting her like I needed air. The need was overwhelming, drowning out everything else. The only thing that mattered now was our frantic, desperate connection. The way she pulled me deeper into her and how I couldn’t resist, no matter how hard I tried.
The pace between us only quickened as if time itself had vanished. Every touch, every kiss seemed to deepen the connection, pushing us toward the edge of something that felt both thrilling and inevitable. Her body responded to mine with urgent need, as though she couldn’t get enough.
Every movement was a plea, a silent invitation to dive deeper, to lose ourselves completely. In that final instant, the world exploded in a rush of sensation, each touch, each kiss, each movement sending us both over the edge.
We were lost in each other, consumed by the wild, unrestrained heat of everything, until nothing remained. But the aftershocks of the storm we’d just weathered together.
So here comes the end of part 2. I will explain what happened next in part 3. Please reach out to me by email/hangouts at [email protected] for feedback.