I kissed her. I started with a gentle brush of my lips against her own. The touch was feather-soft, but I felt her shake from the thrill of its pleasure and that excited me.
So I placed my lips firmly against hers and explored her mouth with my tongue. I flicked my tongue over her teeth and then massaged her tongue with my own.
Her breath was heavy and sweet. The taste of her honey-like mouth was intoxicating, but I was trying my hardest to restrain myself from any quick movements.
Like a darling deer, I did not want to startle her. Instead, I wanted to gently explore and pull her deeper into enjoying her lovely body as I worshiped it.
I was not good enough at restraining myself. I let one of my hands drift down to her ass and grip it firmly, pulling her hips closer to mine. She whimpered with longing and pushed her hips against me.
I started kissing down from her lips to her slender neck, nibbling at her collarbone while her tender whimpers turned into fuller moans.
Until I made a mistake. I brought my searching hands up to her breasts and brushed them over her nipples.
With a sharp intake of air, she pulled away from me, and nearly crying, said, “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”
Then she ran from the room.
After standing by myself in the huge space of my office that suddenly felt achingly empty, I grabbed my purse and decided I deserved an early exit to my day.
Hilde hadn’t come to work for days after. I suppose I should’ve felt some kind of panic, because she would probably report me, and I would lose my job.
But I couldn’t care. All I knew was that I had lost her.