A Night Of Unbridled Desire

I never thought I'd crave another's touch after my divorce, but here we are. A few weeks back, a new colleague caught my eye, and not just professionally. One evening, over drinks, our mutual attraction was undeniable. She leaned in close, her breath hot on my neck as she whispered, 'Let’s go back to your place.' The rest of the night blurred into intense moments of pleasure. Her hands roamed freely, cupping my breasts through my shirt, thumbs circling my nipples until they were hard peaks. Our tongues tangled passionately, teeth grazing flesh in a dance of sensation and desire. She guided me backward toward her car, fingers already undoing buttons on my pants. Inside the vehicle, we kissed fiercely, hands hurriedly pulling off clothes. My cock strained against its confinement as she undid my jeans. Once free, it sprang out, eager to feel her touch, slick with pre-cum from the anticipation. She stroked me, fingers curling around the shaft, teasing the slit at the tip before gliding over and down. I couldn’t help but groan into another heated kiss as she took more of me in hand, pumping firmly. Her hand was wet now, slicking up my length faster with each pass until I felt myself about to burst. Just a little longer, then her lips were on the head, tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum, sending bolts of pleasure through every nerve ending. She took more into her mouth, swallowing around the shaft as her hand continued its rhythm, milking me closer and closer until I came with a loud cry, my orgasm flooding her throat in pulsating waves.