All Chapters of Dark Drippy Desires: A Collection Of Erotic Stories : Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

He kisses me like he grades my essays.Thoroughly. With complete attention to everything I'm doing and immediate precise response to every reaction. His mouth moves over mine and his hands learn me through my clothes and I am immediately, catastrophically certain that eleven weeks of sitting in that room watching this man talk about literature has been the longest foreplay of my academic career.His hands find the hem of my shirt and slide underneath and his palms are warm against my stomach and I inhale sharply against his mouth and his hands still."Okay?" "If you stop," I say, "I will fail this thesis on purpose just to get another supervision meeting."He laughs. Low and warm and genuine and right against my mouth and I feel it in my chest and between my thighs simultaneously."You're not failing anything," he says. And pulls my shirt over my head.He looks at me in his lamplit office in my bra and my skirt and his eyes move over me with the same focused attention he gives everyt

Arc 26: The BlackoutThe elevator stops between floors seven and eight and the lights go out and for three full seconds neither of us says anything.Then the emergency light flickers on, dim and amber, and I look at the man standing four feet from me in this suddenly very small metal box and he looks at me and the specific quality of the silence between us changes into something I feel in my lower stomach.His name is Marcus.I know this because we've been in the same building for eight months and we've shared this elevator approximately thirty times and he introduced himself on week two and I told him my name is Solène and he said it back with the correct French pronunciation without being asked and I have thought about that more than once since.He's maybe thirty-five. Mixed race, brown-skinned, broad through the chest, the kind of face that looks good in bad lighting which is relevant information right now given that we are in very bad lighting. He works somewhere that requires him

He lifts me again.My legs find his waist and my back finds the wall and he reaches between us and positions himself and looks at me in the amber light and his eyes are dark and warm and certain and nothing like the composed man in the good suit who holds elevator doors.This is what's underneath that.This is what I've been looking back once at for eight months."Solène," he says. My name right. Always right."Yes," I reply. Before he asks anything. Just yes. To everything. To all of it.He pushes inside me slowly.The sound I make is not something I plan. It comes from somewhere deep and specific and completely honest and he stills immediately, buried halfway, and looks at my face."Okay?" he breathes."More," I breathe back. "Give me all of it."He gives me all of it.Sinks the rest of the way in and holds there and we both just breathe in the amber light of the stuck elevator and I feel him everywhere, thick and deep and filling me completely, and his hands grip my thighs and his