Chapter 12 #3
Simone could feel her body heat and smell something understated that she'd never been near enough to catch before. She could see the pulse jumping in rhythm in Alexandra's throat above her sweater's neckline.
“This is a terrible idea,“ Simone said. Her voice came out low, barely above a whisper. Her feet stayed rooted in place.
“Yes, it is,“ Alexandra said. Her breathing had changed. Her hands were at her sides, fingers slightly curled, the tendons visible along the backs of her wrists, and Simone could see them trembling, a fine, almost imperceptible vibration that Alexandra was fighting and clearly losing.
Simone could feel the pull in her fingers and her palms, the physical urgency of wanting to close the last of the distance and put her hands on this woman who was standing close enough to touch.
The room had narrowed to just the two of them and the eighteen inches of charged air between their bodies.
Simone's discipline was thinning out with every breath.
They closed the distance at the same time, their mouths colliding hard and graceless.
Alexandra kissed with her whole body, fierce and unrelenting, and Simone's hand fisted in the front of her sweater and pulled her closer.
Alexandra's hip hit the edge of the desk.
Simone pressed into her, one hand still gripping the sweater, the other finding her waist and lifting, and Alexandra scooted up onto the desk's edge, papers sliding and scattering to the floor around them. Alexandra’s hands found Simone's shoulders first, then her jaw, then the back of her neck, gripping hard enough that Simone felt each finger individually.
The desk lamp's glow caught the sharp line of Alexandra's jaw, the faint sheen of sweat already beading there, and Simone's mouth crashed back against hers again, teeth grazing her lips, tasting the metallic edge of their desire.
Alexandra's legs parted instinctively, hooking around Simone's hips, pulling her in harder, and Simone pressed forward, her body a solid weight pinning Alexandra down.
Alexandra's hands, always so in control, were anything but now.
They roamed Simone's neck, fumbling at the collar of her blouse as she scraped her nails against her skin.
One hand slipped underneath Simone's shirt, Alexandra’s palm flat and hot against her sternum, trembling just enough to make Simone's breath hitch. Nothing about this was smooth or practiced; this was raw hunger without conscious thought as Alexandra’s fingers caught on a button, popping it free.
The imperfection of the moment hit Simone.
She'd imagined Alexandra a thousand times, but this, the messy desire, unraveled something tight in Simone's chest.
She broke the kiss to bite at Alexandra's neck, her teeth sinking into the tender skin just below her ear.
Alexandra gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound that vibrated against Simone's lips, her body arching up off the desk.
Simone's hand slid up under the sweater, pushing it higher, exposing the lace edge of a bra that looked too delicate for the woman wearing it.
She yanked the cup down, palming Alexandra's breast roughly, her thumb circling the nipple until it hardened into a taut peak under her touch.
Alexandra's response was immediate and fierce.
Her hips bucked up, grinding against Simone's thigh, and her hand in Simone's shirt twisted, pulling at fabric like she meant to tear it.
“Take it off,“ Alexandra muttered, the words rough and barely more than a breath, her fingers already working at the buttons again with that same unsteady urgency.
Simone didn't help; she wanted to watch, to see her struggle, to feel the desperation in every missed button.
When the blouse finally gaped open, Alexandra's hands dragged down Simone's sides, nails raking over her ribs, leaving faint red trails that stung in the cool office air.
Simone hissed, the pain sharpening her focus, and she retaliated by shoving Alexandra's sweater up and over her head in one rough motion, tossing it aside.
It landed in a heap on the scattered papers, forgotten.
Alexandra's skin was warm and flushed in the lamp's amber light, and Simone's mouth followed her hands, sucking a bruise into the swell of her breast while her fingers worked the clasp of the bra.
It snapped free easily, but Alexandra didn't yield. Her legs tightened around Simone, her heels digging into Simone’s ass, pulling her closer until Simone could feel the heat radiating through Alexandra's slacks, pressing against her own core.
Simone ground down, watching Alexandra's face as those composed features cracked, her eyes half-lidded but fierce, lips parted on a silent curse.
Simone's obsession bloomed, physical and unrelenting.
She'd studied Alexandra from afar. She had pored over reports and sat across tables memorizing the way her fingers tapped the table when she thought no one was looking, but this was the woman stripped bare and Simone wanted to consume every piece of her.
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Alexandra's slacks, yanking them down along with her underwear in a single, impatient tug.
The fabric caught on Alexandra's hips for a second, bunching awkwardly, and Alexandra lifted her ass off the desk, her hands never stopping their search—now sliding under Simone's skirt, fumbling at the hem, and pushing it up to expose her thighs.
Naked from the waist down, Alexandra's pussy was right there, slick and open, and Simone didn't hesitate.
She dropped to her knees, the carpet rough against her skin, and dragged Alexandra to the desk's edge by her thighs.
Alexandra's hands flew to Simone's hair, gripping tight. Simone spread Alexandra’s legs wider, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and leaned in, her breath hot against her clit before her tongue flicked out, tasting salt and need.
Alexandra's hips jerked, a low moan escaping her, and Simone pressed harder, licking broad and flat, then circling with the tip of her tongue, building pressure without mercy.
Alexandra tugged on her air, tangling strands without rhythm and her fingers occasionally slipping to clutch at Simone's scalp as if she couldn't decide where to hold.
It was nothing like the comfortable touches Simone knew from past lovers.
From Alexandra, this was pure, feral want, uncertain and voracious, and it made Simone's own pussy clench.
She sucked Alexandra's clit into her mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting, and slid two fingers deep inside her.
Alexandra was wet and hot, clenching around her, and Simone curled them upward, stroking that spot that she knew would make Alexandra's thighs tremble.
“Fuck,“ Alexandra moaned, the word fractured, her body bowing off the desk.
Her free hand slapped down on the wood, knocking over a wine glass that rolled and shattered on the floor.
Simone pumped her fingers faster, her mouth relentless, tongue lashing until Alexandra's breaths came in ragged bursts.
The orgasm hit her hard, her walls fluttering around Simone's fingers and hips grinding up into her face, a choked cry breaking the silence.
Simone didn't stop as she rode it out, licking through the spasms until Alexandra's hand yanked her hair hard enough to pull her up.
Alexandra locked eyes with Simone, wild and unyielding, and she sat up, hands grabbing Simone's shoulders to drag her to the desk.
Simone's knee banged the corner and a penholder tipped over, but Simone felt a streak of heat course through her knowing that Alexandra's strength matched her own.
She shoved Simone back onto the desk, papers crinkling under her weight, and straddled her hips, grinding down with purpose.
Simone's skirt was hiked up around her waist now, the fabric of her panties soaked, and Alexandra's hands tore at them, ripping the fabric with a tear that echoed in the empty office.
Simone grabbed Alexandra's wrists, pinning them briefly, but Alexandra twisted free, leaning down to bite Simone's lip hard enough to draw a taste of copper.
The pain sparked something feral in Simone, and she released, letting Alexandra's hands roam.
They were everywhere—clumsy squeezes on her breasts, fumbling at the open blouse to expose more skin, then sliding down to part Simone's thighs.
Alexandra's fingers were less precise here than Simone usually craved, but the rawness of it and the way they trembled as they found her entrance made Simone arch up as a groan escaped her.
Alexandra pushed a finger then two inside, rough and deep.
Simone felt the stretch, her body clenching around the welcome intrusion.
Alexandra's thumb circled her clit, pressing too hard at first, then softer, learning by touch alone, and Simone's hands dug in the desk's edge, nails leaving faint crescent-shaped imprints in the wood.
Simone's orgasm built fast, coiling tight under Alexandra's relentless thrusts, but she fought it, wanting more.
She bucked up, wrapping a leg around Alexandra's waist to flip them again, but Alexandra rolled with her until they were both half-off the desk, their bodies tangled.
Simone ended up on top, straddling Alexandra's thigh, and she ground down, her slick pussy sliding against Alexandra’s skin while Simone pinned Alexandra's arms above her head.
The position gave her leverage; she released one wrist to grab Alexandra's throat lightly, her fingers pressing just enough to feel her pulse racing.