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Theo didn't reply with words. He only moved away for a brief moment, just millimeters, enough to look Yeonha in the eye.
And in her gaze there was everything: desire, admiration, conflict... and something deeper, darker, more dangerous.
But Yeonha didn't back down. Her eyes were ajar, her lips were moist and ajar, her chest was heaving, and her expression was an open invitation to chaos.
Then he gave in.
His lips found hers again, now with more voracity, and the hand that had previously caressed her waist went up to the base of her ribcage, sliding under the tight blouse Yeonha was wearing. He could feel the warm skin under his fingers, and every touch was a wordless confession.
She moaned against his mouth, her body arching forward, seeking more, wanting more. Theo's fingers moved more boldly now, tracing the path of her ribs until they touched the clasp of her bra.
But there he stopped.
Yeonha sighed impatiently and pushed up her blouse on her own, exposing part of her belly and the bottom of her lingerie. Her eyes shone with something between shame and defiance.
"Don't stop now..."
She whispered, almost pleading.
Theo pulled her close again, gluing their bodies tightly together. The heat between them made the air dense, almost unbreathable. He could smell her perfume, mixed with the warm scent of arousal, and it left him in an almost primitive state.
"Do you have any idea what you're asking for?"
His voice came out hoarse, charged with tension.
Yeonha raised her eyes and bit her lower lip, before answering, slowly and clearly:
"I do. And yet... I want to."
Those words seemed to ignite something in him.
Theo lifted her by the waist and sat her on the table with ease. The gesture surprised Yeonha, who gasped at the sudden movement, her eyes widening for a moment. But she didn't complain. On the contrary, she spread her legs to accommodate him between them, her heels instinctively clamping down on his back, as if to prevent him from leaving.
Theo's hand moved up her exposed thigh, sliding with torturous slowness. He kept his eyes on her, watching every little reaction, every restrained sigh, every involuntary tremor.
His fingertips traced circles on the soft skin, moving upwards, exploring, until he found the hem of her long skirt. Yeonha tilted her head back, her lips parted, and let out a low moan.
"Ahh..."
Theo leaned in, brushing his lips against her neck again, kissing, nibbling, sucking with cruel gentleness. The mark of it would remain there, a visible reminder of a moment she would never forget.
When his hand finally went under her skirt and reached the edge, he removed it with a click.
After removing her skirt, he began to massage her thigh, all the way to her forbidden place.
Yeonha twitched and then arched her back, surrendering to the sensation.
"You're so hot..."
He murmured, feeling the moist heat building up between her thighs.
Yeonha no longer had the strength to reply. She just wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her face against his neck. She could smell him, feel the texture of his skin, the intoxicating heat that seemed to emanate from every inch of his body.
And then he touched where she needed him most - but not in the way she expected.
His fingers slid under the thin fabric of her panties, finding Yeonha's throbbing core already soaking wet, but instead of giving her immediate relief, Theo just ran his fingers lightly over the moist lips underneath the fabric, before pulling his hand away completely.
"T-Theo!"
She protested, her hips rising in search of contact.
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating against her neck.
"So impatient..."
He murmured, before finally touching her again - this time, he pulled her panties aside, eliciting a sigh of satisfaction from Yeonha as she felt the chill of the office fall over her friend.
But soon after this satisfaction, she felt impatient again, because Theo didn't do what she expected.
He just stuck out a fingertip, tracing agonizingly slow circles around her clitoris without ever touching it directly.
Yeonha bit her own shoulder to stifle a moan, her legs trembling.
"You're... being bad..."
"Evil?"
Theo raised an eyebrow, even though he knew she couldn't see.
"I just want to enjoy every inch of you."
To demonstrate, he suddenly slipped two fingers inside her - only to withdraw them immediately after a single deep thrust.
"Ah! Fuck, Theo!"
She squirmed, her abdominal muscles tense like ropes.
He brought his wet fingers to his mouth, tasting her with an obscene look.
Yeonha looked at him with great shame, but incredibly excited, because seeing Theo licking those fingers, the same fingers that were now wet with her moisture, made her want to go crazy with excitement.
"Delicious."
Then, finally giving in a little, he slipped two of his fingers inside her pussy, massaging firmly as his thumb found her swollen clitoris.
Yeonha screamed, her hips jerking violently.
"Like this! Please, like this!"
But Theo, the bastard, stopped again.
"Like what?"
He teased, his fingers now just stroking the inside of her thighs.
"You bastard..."
Yeonha took a deep breath, her eyes filled with tears of frustration.
"Help me... I'm... I'm going to go crazy."
He smiled, satisfied.
"That's all I needed to hear."
Finally, without further torture, he plunged inside her again while his thumb pressed firmly on her clitoris, moving in quick, precise circles.
Yeonha arched up like a bow, a hoarse cry escaping her throat as Theo found the perfect spot inside her, curving his fingers in a "come hither" motion that made her see stars. Her muscles tightened around him, trying to keep him there, while the pressure grew unbearably.
"You're going to come..."
She warned, her fingers digging into his back.
Theo kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans.
"I know."
He murmured against her lips before speeding up the movement, his fingers moving relentlessly inside her as his palm rubbed against her clitoris with each entry.
"Let me come. I want to feel you collapse in my hand."
Yeonha couldn't resist much longer.
Her body squirmed, the muscles in her legs contracting around Theo with force. Her breathing became a ragged sob, and she gasped out his name as if it were a plea, or a confession.
"Ah... Theo...!"
The climax came like an irresistible wave, seizing every fiber of her body. She clung to him desperately, her face hidden in his shoulder, her moans muffled against the warm skin of his neck. Her legs trembled, and she felt as if the ground had disappeared, as if there was only that touch, that hand, that moment.
Theo stayed there, supporting her, his fingers still inside her, now slower, almost comforting. He watched every spasm, every shudder, as if he were storing her reaction in his memory.
When she finally softened in his arms, panting and vulnerable, he wrapped his arms around her gently, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her trembling lips.
"Beautiful..."
He murmured against her skin.
"You're absolutely beautiful like this."
With almost reverent care, he removed her blouse completely and slid the bra straps down her shoulders, exposing her completely in the soft light of the office.
His eyes traveled over every curve, every detail of her still-quivering skin, as if contemplating a rare work of art.
Yeonha tried to cover herself by reflex, her hands going to her breasts, but Theo stopped her with a gentle gesture, pushing her fingers away with his.
"Don't hide it."
Theo said quietly, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and tenderness.
"I want to see you."
She blushed deeply, but obeyed, letting her arms fall by her sides.
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