Leslie looks at him expectantly, abandoning her slow striptease to put her hands on her hips in a show of impatience that is both endearing and absurdly sexy, and he honestly can’t think of one good reason to say no. He raises his hands and slowly pulls her blouse away, eyes focused on hers as the fabric floats to the floor. He sees her breath hitch, some miniscule amount of control ceded to him, but he can only revel in her.
Her skin is fair, the palest smattering of freckles along her shoulders, and he realizes how poor his imagination was in realizing the beautiful detail of her. He lets his eyes explore her now, limiting his fingers to soft, lazy movements along her shoulders and collarbone, the swell of her breasts, and she takes a shuddery breath.
There are a thousand possible things to say in this moment, and somehow he can’t articulate a single one.
Leslie, on the other hand, seems more than willing to bypass the sentiment. “Later,” she says, hands moving to make quick work of his shirt buttons. She’s obviously less steady than she was with her own, though, and he moves to help her.
“Are you always in such a hurry?” he teases as she peels his shirt off and moves her hands back to his belt. “Or is this just because we’re doing this in the one place we never should?”
Leslie shrugs, undoing the fly of his pants and hurriedly tugging them down, and he lifts his hands to her cheeks, tilting her head up to look at him. “Just wait until I get you into an actual bed.”
She rolls her eyes and pushes up on her toes to give him a quick kiss. “Just wait until I get you inside me,” she counters, and with those words, the last semblance of restraint leaves him. He kisses her hard, clumsily toeing off his shoes and kicking off his pants at the same time. She kicks off her heels, pulling him down to counter the suddenly more significant height difference, and laughs as he backs her into the conference room. They run into a chair first, Ben frustratingly shoving it away as Leslie works to remove her pants and underwear, but he only has a second to admire her before she’s kissing him again. She guides him back until they find the table, and then he half-lifts her, half-helps her hop up onto the smooth surface.
“This is so wrong,” she mutters as his lips move sloppily along her jaw and down her neck. His hands fiddle with the clasp of her bra as hers move beneath the waistband of his boxers, her fingernails lightly scraping over his ass. At this point he wants her so badly, he wouldn’t care if Chris walked in the room. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Your idea,” he points out. He helps her shrug off her bra, tossing it across the room, and then his hands find her breasts. There’s nothing teasing in his touch now, just a slight desperation to touch all of her, everywhere, to hear her gasp and moan and watch her lose control. He presses her back until she’s lying on the table and moves his mouth to her breast, circling her nipple with his tongue and then trailing wet kisses across her chest to repeat the action on the other side. Possessing talents he wasn’t aware of, Leslie moves to work his boxers down using only her feet, and he nearly loses it.
“Come on,” she says, not begging so much as commanding him. He helps her pulls his boxers off, stepping out of them when they puddle at his feet, and gently trails his hand down her body. Her hips roll impatiently, but she groans when his fingers finally part her folds, a sound he echoes when he feels how wet she is. It’s impossible not to indulge this for a few minutes, to allow his fingers to stroke her, to enjoy the movement of her body and the sounds she makes as he moves a finger inside of her. He’s almost surprised when she suddenly sits up again, kissing him briefly before pulling back. “I have condoms in my purse,” she pants, apparently unable to stop herself from pressing a few more kisses against his skin, and holy shit, this is actually, really about to happen.
“I got it,” he says, and stepping away from her to retrieve one is possibly the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. When he finds one, he tears open the wrapper and rolls it on, and it’s only when he turns back to her that he realizes she’s staring. “Are you-Is this okay?” he asks absurdly. She’s sitting naked on the conference room table and they’re both impossibly turned on and he just put on a condom, for fuck’s sake, and still he feels some sudden self-conscious realization that he’s naked in front of a woman who he cares about more than he thinks he’s even admitted to himself.
But then she smiles at him, and everything, even his embarrassment, is perfect.
“Come here,” she says, and he doesn’t have to be asked twice.
Everything is a rush of movement: their kisses hot and desperate, their touches electric, but when Leslie grasps his cock and guides him forward, everything seems to stop for a moment.
He presses into her slowly, both of them adjusting as they join together for the first time, and then they pause, the mingling of their panted breaths the only sound in the room. As she’s been from the moment he met her, she’s overwhelming.
This-them together-is overwhelming.
Leslie recovers first, eagerly rolling of her hips in a way that begs him to move. He obeys, slowly at first, his body working to find a rhythm that matches hers while his mind drifts toward the oblivion of sensation. Every thought is of the feeling of her: the friction between them, the softness of her skin and the movement of her lips, and how incredible she feels around his cock. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and her lips find his as she slowly lies back on the table again, and at the slight change in position, he begins to move faster.
Something clicks at that point, the same franticness that drove those first few kisses and motivated this impulsive decision to have sex where they work. It’s the low string of curse words Leslie lets out, the way she looks lying on the table, the sense that they’re doing something right and wrong at the same time, and the fact that they’ve been waiting so long for this, they can’t seem to stop themselves. Leslie’s hand moves down her body to find her clit, stroking herself as he watches raptly, and it only spurs him to thrust harder and faster. They’re heading toward a crescendo he hoped to prolong, but everything about this is too fucking much to stop. When he looks down and meets her eyes, happy and hazy and trusting, the enormity of this connection between them sends him over the edge. He drops his head to the curve of her neck, biting lightly at her shoulder as he comes undone, and Leslie groans, her own orgasm moving through her like a lightning bolt.
They’re a mess, sweaty and satisfied and lying naked on a table where their coworkers regularly meet, but Ben is far from that reality. He can’t stop himself from kissing her, languid movements of his lips against any inch of skin nearby; he can’t stop himself from indulging in this first moment together after they’ve had sex. When he finally lifts his head to look at her, she’s smiling lazily, flushed and happy and sated, and the rest of the world can go to hell. He wants to look at her like this forever.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
He kisses her, and she giggles against his lips, a contagious laughter he returns. “What?” he asks, kissing her again. And another time, just because he can. He’s grinning as he pulls back to look down at her.
“Nothing,” she says. “I was just thinking that I don’t know whether this would qualify as a win for waiting or not.”
“What do you mean?” He brushes her hair back, smiling where at the tendrils of hair along her forehead where her curls have become wilder. “We didn’t wait. We didn’t even try to make it to the car.”
“Yeah. But before that we waited months,” she groans. “Maybe we could list conference room sex as a benefit of waiting.”
“Sure,” Ben teases, though really she might not be so far off. He imagines a bed would have been involved if he could have just taken her out to dinner like he wanted to months ago. “That’s one for the abstinence workshop. Definitely.”
“I don’t know about that. But we definitely just blew everyone else’s first time stories out of the water.”
“I don’t know. Technically we were strictly talking about losing our virginity earlier and this-“
“Oh shut up,” laughs Leslie. “Just admit that I’m right.”
This entire piece was fun and creative. But this last section was especially great. Perfectly drawn characters and one of the best and hottest first time's I've read. So so sexy. I will read this a million times!
First time sex with these two is my FAVORITE thing! I especially love heated can't wait first times in City Hall. This was fantastically hot and sweet at the same time. You are amazing anon!
This final scene is better then I could have imagined. I loved your funny group scenes, but your hot/sexy scene is even more amazing. I loved this so much! Thanks!! :)
She responds immediately, her own hands fisting into his shirt to pull him closer, and Ben is hit with the brazen realization that she wants him as much as he wants her.
Holy shit, this is amazing! I absolutely love how you've captured each voice of all of the characters, and all of their first time stories just fit them all so well. And, of course, the last part was amazingly hot. Wonderful story!
Leslie looks at him expectantly, abandoning her slow striptease to put her hands on her hips in a show of impatience that is both endearing and absurdly sexy, and he honestly can’t think of one good reason to say no. He raises his hands and slowly pulls her blouse away, eyes focused on hers as the fabric floats to the floor. He sees her breath hitch, some miniscule amount of control ceded to him, but he can only revel in her.
Her skin is fair, the palest smattering of freckles along her shoulders, and he realizes how poor his imagination was in realizing the beautiful detail of her. He lets his eyes explore her now, limiting his fingers to soft, lazy movements along her shoulders and collarbone, the swell of her breasts, and she takes a shuddery breath.
There are a thousand possible things to say in this moment, and somehow he can’t articulate a single one.
Leslie, on the other hand, seems more than willing to bypass the sentiment. “Later,” she says, hands moving to make quick work of his shirt buttons. She’s obviously less steady than she was with her own, though, and he moves to help her.
“Are you always in such a hurry?” he teases as she peels his shirt off and moves her hands back to his belt. “Or is this just because we’re doing this in the one place we never should?”
Leslie shrugs, undoing the fly of his pants and hurriedly tugging them down, and he lifts his hands to her cheeks, tilting her head up to look at him. “Just wait until I get you into an actual bed.”
She rolls her eyes and pushes up on her toes to give him a quick kiss. “Just wait until I get you inside me,” she counters, and with those words, the last semblance of restraint leaves him. He kisses her hard, clumsily toeing off his shoes and kicking off his pants at the same time. She kicks off her heels, pulling him down to counter the suddenly more significant height difference, and laughs as he backs her into the conference room. They run into a chair first, Ben frustratingly shoving it away as Leslie works to remove her pants and underwear, but he only has a second to admire her before she’s kissing him again. She guides him back until they find the table, and then he half-lifts her, half-helps her hop up onto the smooth surface.
“This is so wrong,” she mutters as his lips move sloppily along her jaw and down her neck. His hands fiddle with the clasp of her bra as hers move beneath the waistband of his boxers, her fingernails lightly scraping over his ass. At this point he wants her so badly, he wouldn’t care if Chris walked in the room. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Your idea,” he points out. He helps her shrug off her bra, tossing it across the room, and then his hands find her breasts. There’s nothing teasing in his touch now, just a slight desperation to touch all of her, everywhere, to hear her gasp and moan and watch her lose control. He presses her back until she’s lying on the table and moves his mouth to her breast, circling her nipple with his tongue and then trailing wet kisses across her chest to repeat the action on the other side. Possessing talents he wasn’t aware of, Leslie moves to work his boxers down using only her feet, and he nearly loses it.
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“Come on,” she says, not begging so much as commanding him. He helps her pulls his boxers off, stepping out of them when they puddle at his feet, and gently trails his hand down her body. Her hips roll impatiently, but she groans when his fingers finally part her folds, a sound he echoes when he feels how wet she is. It’s impossible not to indulge this for a few minutes, to allow his fingers to stroke her, to enjoy the movement of her body and the sounds she makes as he moves a finger inside of her. He’s almost surprised when she suddenly sits up again, kissing him briefly before pulling back. “I have condoms in my purse,” she pants, apparently unable to stop herself from pressing a few more kisses against his skin, and holy shit, this is actually, really about to happen.
“I got it,” he says, and stepping away from her to retrieve one is possibly the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. When he finds one, he tears open the wrapper and rolls it on, and it’s only when he turns back to her that he realizes she’s staring. “Are you-Is this okay?” he asks absurdly. She’s sitting naked on the conference room table and they’re both impossibly turned on and he just put on a condom, for fuck’s sake, and still he feels some sudden self-conscious realization that he’s naked in front of a woman who he cares about more than he thinks he’s even admitted to himself.
But then she smiles at him, and everything, even his embarrassment, is perfect.
“Come here,” she says, and he doesn’t have to be asked twice.
Everything is a rush of movement: their kisses hot and desperate, their touches electric, but when Leslie grasps his cock and guides him forward, everything seems to stop for a moment.
He presses into her slowly, both of them adjusting as they join together for the first time, and then they pause, the mingling of their panted breaths the only sound in the room. As she’s been from the moment he met her, she’s overwhelming.
This-them together-is overwhelming.
Leslie recovers first, eagerly rolling of her hips in a way that begs him to move. He obeys, slowly at first, his body working to find a rhythm that matches hers while his mind drifts toward the oblivion of sensation. Every thought is of the feeling of her: the friction between them, the softness of her skin and the movement of her lips, and how incredible she feels around his cock. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and her lips find his as she slowly lies back on the table again, and at the slight change in position, he begins to move faster.
Something clicks at that point, the same franticness that drove those first few kisses and motivated this impulsive decision to have sex where they work. It’s the low string of curse words Leslie lets out, the way she looks lying on the table, the sense that they’re doing something right and wrong at the same time, and the fact that they’ve been waiting so long for this, they can’t seem to stop themselves. Leslie’s hand moves down her body to find her clit, stroking herself as he watches raptly, and it only spurs him to thrust harder and faster. They’re heading toward a crescendo he hoped to prolong, but everything about this is too fucking much to stop. When he looks down and meets her eyes, happy and hazy and trusting, the enormity of this connection between them sends him over the edge. He drops his head to the curve of her neck, biting lightly at her shoulder as he comes undone, and Leslie groans, her own orgasm moving through her like a lightning bolt.
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They’re a mess, sweaty and satisfied and lying naked on a table where their coworkers regularly meet, but Ben is far from that reality. He can’t stop himself from kissing her, languid movements of his lips against any inch of skin nearby; he can’t stop himself from indulging in this first moment together after they’ve had sex. When he finally lifts his head to look at her, she’s smiling lazily, flushed and happy and sated, and the rest of the world can go to hell. He wants to look at her like this forever.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
He kisses her, and she giggles against his lips, a contagious laughter he returns. “What?” he asks, kissing her again. And another time, just because he can. He’s grinning as he pulls back to look down at her.
“Nothing,” she says. “I was just thinking that I don’t know whether this would qualify as a win for waiting or not.”
“What do you mean?” He brushes her hair back, smiling where at the tendrils of hair along her forehead where her curls have become wilder. “We didn’t wait. We didn’t even try to make it to the car.”
“Yeah. But before that we waited months,” she groans. “Maybe we could list conference room sex as a benefit of waiting.”
“Sure,” Ben teases, though really she might not be so far off. He imagines a bed would have been involved if he could have just taken her out to dinner like he wanted to months ago. “That’s one for the abstinence workshop. Definitely.”
“I don’t know about that. But we definitely just blew everyone else’s first time stories out of the water.”
“I don’t know. Technically we were strictly talking about losing our virginity earlier and this-“
“Oh shut up,” laughs Leslie. “Just admit that I’m right.”
He kisses her instead.
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uggggh this is amazing
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