Confessions of a Chalet Girl: by Lorraine Wilson

connection between them had never been severed. The magnetic tug was still as powerful as ever.
    An overwhelming desire to make love to him consumed her. She tried to remember what she’d planned to say to seduce him. Well, she had nothing to lose. She took a deep breath.
    ‘You know Scott I was wondering, don't you ever feel the need to let go? To give up control to someone else even if it's just for a ten minutes?’
    Staring at his face it wasn’t too difficult to read him. Dilated pupils had turned his dark eyes to sparkling granite. Her lines, reminding him of another time in this office, the first time they’d kissed, had hit home.
    ‘Let me take control now, here in this office and when you go back out you can take the control right back again. If you want to that is … ’
    She gently trailed her hand up his inner thigh and squeezed it before reaching for the ties of her wrap dress. She took his silence for acquiescence, letting her dress fall open and exposing her best underwear. Then she shrugged the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
    She had his attention.
    ‘Let me say sorry for running out on you.’ She knelt in front of him.
    The only sound in the room was his rapid breathing, a sound that grew louder when she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. When she released him he was already hard. As she took him in her mouth his deep groan told her he liked what she was doing.
    He knotted his fingers in her hair as if trying to anchor himself to her and sighed deeply as she caressed him with her tongue. Once he felt ready for her she took out the condom she’d secreted in her bra, placing it on the desk.
    He laughed. ‘What else do you hide inside your clothes? A spare bra, a condom…’
    ‘Shut up and kiss me,’ she ordered. Their lips met hungrily and Scott grabbed her rear, pulling her onto his lap.
    She straddled him, edging further up his lap so the silk between her legs provided a flimsy barrier between them.
    She’d planned to tease Scott a little but she was wet for him already. Touching him had turned her on and not being rejected had lead to a euphoric relief. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards him, gasping with relief and desire when he reached out to cup them in his hands.
    Groaning aloud, Scott pulled her closer still. His lips were everywhere, kissing her neck, her mouth, and her hair …  She barely noticed when he unfastened her bra but soon realised when he took one of her nipples in his mouth.
    He sucked, nipped, teased and stroked…soon her slow seduction routine was forgotten. They couldn't get enough of each other quickly enough. Frantically they tugged each other closer, yanking at clothing, caressing flesh and kissing as though they might never kiss again.
    Scott lifted Holly up onto the edge of the desk and buried his head between her legs. There was more urgency this time. He tasted her with an intense and thrilling hunger. It was less playful than before but more passionate and the pleasure sharper.
    Then he flipped her round and bent her over the desk, his hands parting her thighs wide, sliding up her legs and inside her, teasing her and preparing her. The leather desktop felt deliciously chilled against her breasts, a direct contrast to the heat of her sex. She wanted him now more than she’d ever wanted anything.
    She waited, feeling a sharp twinge of fear that he was about to walk away, to pay her back for what she'd done to him. At last she heard the sound of the foil packet ripping. Squirming, she longed for him to enter her, was still gasping with the force of the passion that had hijacked her seduction routine.
    She wasn’t in control. Scott wasn’t in control. A force more powerful than either of them held sway.
    It was passion, a wild desire, love … perhaps all three combined. They had unwittingly ignited it and now it had them in its grip.
    He entered her from behind, the angle far deeper than when he was on top.