2 Days Later.
Alex and Kitty were familiar with that vacant conference room, for the door click-shut behind them, so they would draw in - in a sense frightened by what was to come. It was all bathed in that soft, natural light streaming through the blinds, so the long shadows writhed across their flushed faces. The air was thick, thick with choking odors of desire, like rich perfume - pounding in their hearts, pounding in their bodies with голодью for it.
He looked down at Kitty's face, his eyes drinking her in as though seeing her for the very first time. His palm opened, cradling her cheek, moving over her skin with a gentle touch along the pad of his thumb. Kitty turned her face into his palm and breathed slowly out, her eyes closing. "Kitty," he breathed on a thread of raw emotion, "I just can't leave. I've tried, Kitty. I just can't."
Kitty's lids fluttered open, their eyes hot and burning with intensity. Then don't. I don't want you to, she breathed softly, in a sinuous purr that made Alex shudder.
There, they slammed into each other's arms, lips crashing wildly together, famished hungry. Alex's hands ripped over her body, outlining every inch of her, memorizing her contours, her feel, her heat. Kitty's fingers weren't hesitant either; they simply reached out for his shirt, insisting that flesh against hers. Clothing was shed in a dance of motion, a whirling of arms and reaching fingers until the two of them finally stood bare before each other and as one. Alex's mouth moved the curve of Kitty's neck, his teeth lightly skimming the soft flesh, making her gasp and buck wildly into him.
He covered her breasts with his palms, his thumbs tracing gentle patterns over her hard nipples, shivers of pleasure seeping to her center. Kitty moaned, sinking back in her head, providing better access. He claimed it, his mouth tracing a pattern over one hard point, his tongue tracing a pattern around it, his teeth tracing a light scrape against it. Kitty's nails buried themselves in his shoulders, her body arching against him. Her voice pleaded more. "Alex," she gasped, her throat raw. "Please. I need you."
He set Kitty on the conference table, chilled wood slats against her naked skin a shock to the sweaty heat of their joined bodies. He opened her legs and stood between them, cock hard against that slick opening into her. He looked into her eyes and there beheld passion reflected there; it was an inverted reflection of that primal, bestial lust coursing through him.
"I want you, Kitty," he snarled, his tone bitter. "I want to be inside you. Now."
A growl and then Alex pushing himself into her. Their bodies came crashing against each other in this desire. Both of them groaned at the same time with their eyes shut. To be one is only possible in union. Alex didn't move for a second, allowing Kitty to get accustomed to him, allowing her body to envelop him. He could sense her inner muscles tightening around him, milking him, propelling him deeper.
Kitty's hips back and forth, a body shoving him ahead. Her fists are bunched on his shoulders as fingernails strike into the flesh of his back. Alex is driving, rubbing against hers, cock in and out of wet heat. They shake the conference table and make it creak. Their bodies slap together, gasps and moans fill the small room.
The air was heavy with their scent, bitter and pungent, something that made them all wilder for her. Alex fought between them, his hands grasping her clit, rubbing slow and hard in a circle. Kitty screamed out, her body tensing, her inner muscles releasing around him, begging he sink deeper.
"Aleks," she gasped, her voice lost on breathlessness. "I am near. So near. Don't stop."
Alex crept forward, lips curling around hers to lock into tight kiss, his tongue mapping rhythm of his hips. "Come for me, Kitty," he gasped in her mouth. "Let me feel you come all over my dick. I want to feel you clamp me, milk me, drain all I can give."
And she did, arching her back, squeezing him with her internal muscles, pulling the dryness from him of every last drop. The feeling transported Alex away, his own climax ripping through him, his dick throb-pulsing as he came deep inside her. He snarled, his body shuddering, his drives spasmodic and brutal as he squeezed out his pleasure.
"Kitty," he breathed, his voice a harsh raspy one. "You feel great. So tight. So wet. I could be in you forever."
They remained like that for a few moments, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their breasts, their breath shallow, gasping short breaths. Alex's forehead on Kitty's, their eyes locked, silent understanding between them, promise of love, of love, of forever.
And then, finally, Alex let her go, and Kitty winced at the vacuum. He stood her up on trembling legs from the table, their bodies curled forward, their mouths coming together in a gentle, sweet kiss. A kiss heavy with love, heavy with tenderness, heavy with something more than mere lust.
"You're incredible," Alex breathed, his voice a rasp. "I love you, Kitty. More than words. More than anything."
Kitty's eyes snapped with the held-back tears, her hand rising to form his cheek. "I love you too, Alex. More than you'll ever know. You fill me. You make me breathe. You give me the hope that I can do anything."
He is getting dressed slowly, wonderfully loose and slack, and a whole, gentle smile is spread out across his lips. They are nearly dressed in their last clothes when there are sounds approaching the corridor towards the conference room. They immediately sit upright, trying to appear as if they are having lunch, very flat, with their bodies trembling with aftershocks of desire.
The door was suddenly flung open, and Sara entered, a huge smile spreading across her face as she looked around the room. "Well, well, well, I see the two of you have been up to something," she exclaimed, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I heard the table bang into the wall at the back of the hallway."
Alex and Kitty simply smiled and lost all pretense at keeping it a secret. They were in love, and they weren't going to apologize for that. They stood their ground and won, or at least they believed that.