Double Drabble #2
Jimmy's clothes flew across the room at all angles. He'd have a bitch of a time finding them later, but she already lay naked and waiting. With an hour, including transit, for their rendezvous little time was left for experimentation and they relied on familiarity.
She seized his ass, pulling him to her. Before ever kissing him, she tucked her head under his chin to overwhelm her senses with his bulk and scent. He gave her as long as he could before guiding her into their first kiss. The kiss led to remarkably tender touch given their constraints. Switches flipped inside them both when his cock found her drenched opening and he slammed into her.
Sometimes he told her how his balls tightened when she spanked his ass, sending her hurtling toward release. Today they stayed silent and kept their movements deep and fast. The sophisticated sheer black top she'd worn in the squad room and his resultant heartfelt plea to meet was enough to carry them toward rapid climax. He moaned her name as she ground into him, their orgasms blending into one.
Just before rolling off her, he kissed her cheek and whispered, "Don't be late getting back."