Lust - Victoria

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The following week was all the same. Going to the management in the morning by bus, planning the Måneskin documentary with the boys, seeing Victoria watch me and leave the same window every time, drawing what I dream of her, going to bed. And then all over again. Until this one Monday, where it went differently.

I had just left our usual room, when the intimidating lady approached me. My heart sunk into my chest. If she was there for me, I would probably miss Victoria by the window.

"Ameya, I haven't seen you all week", she started, so I stopped in front of her. "Yes, I'm sorry, I figured it would be better to start right away", I responded, hoping not to anger her.

She just nodded and stalked off in the same direction she came from to my left. I continued my way in confusion, my thoughts all over the place, when suddenly a hand grabbed my wrist. It was warm and soft. The hand of a bassist.

Victoria pulled me into a room without saying anything. Being perplexed, I just followed her, letting her pull on my wrist. I didn't talk either. 

As soon as the door closed she took the files from me and placed them on a desk in the middle of the room. I looked around. It was a dim light, the curtains barely left any light through the windows. I knew where we were. It was the room she always watched me from.

"What-", I started a question but her body pushing mine against the desk interrupted me mid sentence. I was trapped between the wooden table and her hands resting against the surface. She was so close, I could feel the warmth radiating off her body and her breath against my lips when she spoke.

"I can't stand you." I intended to respond something but I couldn't. She was too close for me to think properly.

"But I can't resist you either", she said before letting her lips, which I had drawn so many times, crash onto mine, playing with them, melting ours together to one.

I didn't know what was happening in that moment, but I didn't think about stopping her. I wanted this, I needed this. I needed her, to feel her.

We moved against each other, eager to explore our bodies. Her hands moved from the desk, travelled along my curves, cupped my cheeks, pulled on my hair. It felt like falling, like flying, like floating on the clouds right before they release the rain.

Her hands slid down my coat and fumbled with the buttons of my blouse. I let her.

I stared at her with big eyes when she pulled away from my lips, looked at me. Why did she stop? I didn't want her to stop. My lips felt cold and out of place without hers on them. The world felt wrong when she wasn't kissing me. A smirk formed on those beautiful lips of hers. Then she leaned forward and started kissing my neck.

She removed my blouse, dropping it to the floor, and placed wet kisses all over my neck, all over my chest. My head was tilted back, facing the ceiling. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep back the moan that arose in my throat. I gripped onto the desk so hard, my knuckles turned white.

I could literally feel her wide grin against my skin. Her hands continued their way to the small of my back. Once she squeezed my bum, I lost all the control I had left in my body, letting out a sound of both appreciation and desperation. She did it again. I did the same again.

It felt as if I was doing something restricted when slowly pulling her top over her head. For a moment I missed her lips against my skin, but once I let it fall to the ground next to mine, I found the view all worth it.

As if in trance I travelled my hands down her sides to her hips, resting them there to pull her in for another slow but passionate kiss. Yet another moan escaped my lips when she stroked her chest against mine. I would never get my head around being touched like this.

At the same time, we both got rid of our pants. God she was even more beautiful in her underwear. I watched her bite her bottom lip while looking up and down at me. She didn't look as judging as she did on our first meeting... more like... admiring.

It was that moment, where I realised how absurd this all was. We hadn't even exchanged more than two sentences with each other. The most crucial thing I knew about her was her name. And here we were, making out at our work place.

I was about to mention my concerns when she pushed me onto the desk, Victoria hovering above me like a goddess. I gulped and stared at her, my worries vanished to the deep inside of my brain where they wouldn't come up for a while.

She pinned my wrists above my head, my chest rising and lowering with every deep breath I took. She smirked and moved down a little, then licked my stomach in a slow, steady manner. I held my breath, arching my back to be closer to her.

It was as if our bodies were made to fit together, to melt into one. Everything was perfect. We rocked against each other slowly with a sudden careful approach. We exchanged some tender kisses while getting rid of the last bit of fabric clinging to our bodies.

I couldn't help but to touch her soft skin, I had to feel her. However, she did the same, exploring every inch of my body. The cold metal of her rings sent shivers down my spine whenever she reached the right spots.

It didn't take me long to find out her weak spots as well. I figured out where to kiss her, where to touch her, where to suck on her skin so she would make noises out of heaven.

I for sure wasn't ready for what was happening next. All of a sudden, after relentlessly stroking my inner thigh, she inserted a finger inside me. My mouth dropped open and I gasped for air. After adding a second finger, she filled me out perfectly. Groans and further moans filled the whole room with passion and desire.

She kept moving her hand in a magical way, letting me forget about the rest of the world. I felt an orgasm edge closer with every second, until I wished for nothing more. But she wouldn't give it to me. She pulled out right before the awaited redemption and smirked at me. I teared my eyes open in desperation and stared back at her shocked. I breathed heavily, she knew what she was doing to me.

"D- don't...", I tried whispering but again got interrupted mid sentence, feeling three of her long fingers inside of me. I moaned louder than I thought I ever did before, wiping the files of the table while trying to grip onto something. It was painful, painful but so full of tenderness and magic.

Then I finally made out the warm cum running down my thigh. She pulled out her fingers and grinned brightly at me. Completely out of breath I looked at her, meeting her gorgeous blue eyes. In that moment they were full of lust and nothing else.

She lifted her hand and licked her ringfinger, then wiped the rest off with a tissue paper from the desk.

I sat up hesitantly to kiss her. But instead, she got off of me and picked up her underwear, turning away from me.