One day I woke up and realized it had been two years since I’d last taken a vacation. So I jetted off for an extended stay in a European city where sidewalk cafés are de rigueur.

That’s where I met Gabriel, who was seated outside one such café on a beautiful spring afternoon. He frequented that neighborhood gem during his daily lunch breaks. Having been seated at neighboring tables, we got to talking and then began meeting up regularly.

But one day, Gabriel elected not to return to his office after lunch. I worried about him jeopardizing his job to spend more time with me. But he laughed off my concerns and said, “In life, we must cherish every moment.”

That night was the first time we had sex, and it wouldn’t be the last. Eventually, we started meeting at his office instead of the café. We’d fritter away his breaks by fucking on the couch opposite his desk. We pretended the room was soundproof, though we both knew it was not.

With Gabriel, I finally understood what it meant to have instant chemistry with a man. Sex had always been pleasurable for me, but with Gabriel, it was explosive. Our spark lit an enduring ember that continually smoldered, even when we were apart. When we weren’t together, I’d count the minutes until we’d meet again. I’d while away my hours alone in parks and museums. They were pleasant enough, but they all failed to stop me from dwelling on the sole attraction I wanted to experience.

One afternoon, Gabriel had a video conference he couldn’t miss. Not wanting to stop our fun for work, he formulated an idea. He apologized to those attending and explained his camera was on the fritz. Then he made sure his camera was off, muted his microphone and pulled me onto his lap.

“I think Americans call this multitasking,” he said softly.

He dropped his head, tucked his face into my cleavage and peppered my breasts with kisses.

“Délicieuse,” he murmured.

He ignored the charts that flashed across his computer screen and focused all of his attention on me. While someone droned on in the background, Gabriel was busy freeing my arms from my blouse. He shifted in his oversized leather chair, probably adjusting himself to accommodate the erection that had sprung to life within the confines of his neatly tailored trousers. I could feel his impressive length swelling beneath my ass and thighs.

Unable to help myself, I wiggled my ass, teasing him unmercifully.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered.

He nuzzled my neck and nibbled a path along my collarbone to the pink bra strap perched on my shoulder. Gabriel swiped at the stretchy strand of elastic, causing it to slip off and fall down to my elbow.

His parted lips were a hairsbreadth from my exposed nipple when a voice coming from the computer’s speaker asked: “Gabriel, what do you think?”

Not missing a beat, he reached around my body, tapped a key to unmute his mic and responded casually. He sounded completely present and not one bit distracted. Then he once again clicked the key to give us auditory privacy and returned his attention to my breasts.

“Meetings are much more tolerable with you around,” he said.

Gabriel pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and I gasped. He’d learned quickly that tweaking my nipples sent jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. Sometimes he would challenge himself to see if he could make me come by playing with my breasts alone. He’d come close, but that afternoon I was eager to fuck.

I spread my legs, forcing my short skirt to rise higher up my thighs. I grabbed one of his hands and brought it to my panty-covered crotch. This was not the time to be subtle.

“I need more,” I told him. “Please.”

I knew Gabriel would give me everything I wanted and then some, but I wanted him to speed things up.

He effortlessly lifted me off of his lap, positioned me in front of his desk and bent me over its edge. He laid his body over mine, pressing himself against my back as he took hold of my wrists and placed my palms flat on the desktop. He brushed his lips over my ear, and when his cheek grazed mine, I felt the scrape of his five-o’clock shadow. The tickling sensation sparked a tremor that started at the top of my head and traveled all the way down to my toes.

“Oh, Gabriel,” I sighed.

His masculine aura enveloped me, putting me under his spell. There I was, half-dressed and feeling horny and desperate. I barely knew Gabriel, but I trusted him completely. He’d proven himself to be kind, giving and attentive — qualities that made him an incredible lover.

He unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of the discarded garment and kicked it to the side. I parted my legs, and Gabriel skimmed his hands over my hips and ass before dipping between my thighs. My sheer lace panties still veiled my aching pussy, but he quickly yanked the skimpy crotch aside. Once my snatch was bared, he sealed his lips around my clit and flicked his tongue against my swollen bud, forcing me to release a string of appreciative expletives. But before I got off, he abandoned my pulsing button. His tongue traced my cleft and traveled up to my asscrack. Keeping my undies out of the way, he parted my cheeks and rimmed my rear hole. I squirmed with delight as he tickled my backdoor with his tongue and immediately followed it with a probing finger. Working gradually, but insistently, he diligently worked one digit and then another into my snug asshole. My muscles spasmed and clenched him as he finger-fucked me until my cunt’s desire became too great to ignore.

Gabriel correctly interpreted my plaintive moans and the bucking of my body. Abandoning my ass, he returned his mouth to my pussy. He nibbled and suckled on my pussy lips, then he hummed a simple tune that made me sing. The gentle buzz he created with his mouth drove me wild. A pleasurable tension rapidly built inside me. It spread outward from my center, making my fingers twitch and my legs tremble.

Barely able to stay upright, I clung to the desk for support while Gabriel continued to lavish me with oral attention. He licked and sucked my snatch, and it was the sweetest torture. He was taking me on a meandering path to bliss, and I was simply along for the ride. I’d given myself over to Gabriel completely, trusting him to guide us both to an explosive finish.

From what I could tell, the dull meeting continued to play out on the computer screen, but I didn’t give a fuck. All I could think about was Gabriel and the electrical current that surged between us. His tongue danced around my pussy, skating around my opening teasingly. My fingers flexed, while my toes curled as my whole body tensed.

I was thoroughly primed and ready to fuck, and fortunately, Gabriel seemed ready to stop his teasing. He stood up behind me, and I heard the jangle of his belt buckle and the rasp of his zipper as he freed his erection. Next, I felt his cockhead sliding up and down the slippery wetness oozing from my cunt. He rubbed his crown up and down my slit, coating his formidable shaft with my copious nectar. Then he drove himself into my pussy with a satisfyingly harsh thrust.

Good thing his mic was still muted because I groaned loudly when his cock hit bottom. He rocked his hips hard, jamming my thighs up against the edge of the desk. He clutched my hips, keeping a firm hold on me as he forcefully pummeled my pussy.

“Take it. Take it all,” he whispered harshly as he took his pleasure from my body.

It was easy to accommodate his demand. My cunt was wet, willing and open, and my body craved everything Gabriel had to give. His hips rocked rhythmically, penetrating me perfectly. His rod effortlessly slid in and out of my snatch. His powerful thrusts were rapidly driving me to the brink. He soon picked up the pace and intensity, letting me know he was close to losing control himself. He was practically panting as he drove us both toward our climaxes with an animalistic fury.

As Gabriel’s orgasm rapidly approached, his actions grew raw and rough. He slammed his body hard against mine, causing the desk to rattle and toppling a pencil cup, which loudly crashed to the floor.

He was driven so delirious by ecstasy that he began muttering in his melodic mother tongue. I loved hearing him utter such filthy words in my favorite romance language. It was the ultimate erotic soundtrack.

His colleagues’ inane chatter continued to come from the computer speakers, but by then I was hardly noticing their voices. My head was filled with white noise as I focused on the sensations coursing through me. The feelings swirled together into a perfect storm of pleasure. I stifled my cries as I came, but my writhing body and spasming snatch let Gabriel know I’d reached my peak. He soon followed, shooting his load deep inside me.

We finished just in time for him to bid adieu to his team. And after they’d all signed off, he slapped my ass and said, “They might be done for the day, but we’re just getting started.”