Recurrence of Lust

She entered his office, sweating profusely, her teeth chattering uncontrollably. He sat at his desk, Robert in the corner. She went to her husband, her eyes never breaking from their instant connection with her former lover‘s. She hadn’t seen him for at least a month, maybe two, and now she’s was back to the beginning; stuck in his gaze, clinging to his every word, though she couldn’t listen to a thing.
         
Robert kissed her, perhaps to demonstrate his love, but probably more so to show his young wife off to his friend. Of course, he didn’t know that Jacob had her already in every aspect possible. She was his; physically, emotionally, and mentally.
         
“I’ll be back later, darling,” she heard Robert say, his voice detached and floating around the room as if it were a stray spirit without a host. She couldn’t think of the reason why. Something about a phone call and an emergency meeting. She was only completely aware of Jacob and his piercing stare.
         
He left the room and she broke her gaze, turning to look out the window.
         
“How have you been, Avriah?” he asked, from somewhere beside her.
         
“Okay…” she stuttered. She heard the lock click in the door across the office and saw him walk up behind her.          
         
“You don’t sound too sure of that,” he whispered, close enough behind her that she could feel his breath on her neck.
         
She turned around to glare at him. “I hate you.”
         
He chuckled and took her hand in his. She couldn’t pull it away.
         
“You don’t.”
         
“I do,” she snarled. “You ruined my only chance at being happy.”
         
He put her fingers to his lips and kissed them softly, closing his eyes. “I am your only chance at happiness.”
         
She turned back towards the window, trying to hide her desire, the love that still burned so brightly within her heart. She felt his hands wrap around her thighs and brush softly up them, lifting her dress. He slowly slid her panties down to her knees.
         
“Tell me you haven’t felt the way you do now since the last time we made love,” he demanded. “Say it truthfully.”
         
She couldn’t talk, she could only stand there, grasping his arms as he caressed her softly between her legs. He let one finger enter her and she moaned softly, leaning her head back to meet his lips. She’d dreamed of nothing but this moment since she’d married Robert. He had yet to please her as Jacob had always been able to.
         
He bit the back of her neck. “I want to hear it,” he whispered. “Tell me you want me, and no one else.”
         
She groaned as stroked her harder and deeper, digging her nails into his arms. He pulled his hands away and turned her around, lifting her up and carrying her over to sit on his desk. He spread her legs, kissing her deeply, then undid the buttons to the top of her dress.
         
“Avriah,” he said, biting her chest. “Tell me now that you love me, that you want me to bend you over this desk and make love to you until you do hate me for ruining your marriage because you cannot bear to go back to that man after feeling actual satisfaction.”
         
“I can’t,” she replied, though she wanted to more than anything. The thought of infidelity scared her. It threatened her as a snake in the pit of her stomach, coiled and prepared to strike. 
         
He brought his face between her thighs and nuzzled gently, flicking his tongue over the tender flesh. She gasped when he kissed her down there, letting his tongue wander in and explore the moist walls. He began making deliberate strokes inside of her, holding her knees apart when she tried to close them due to the unbearable feeling of pleasure between her legs. Tears of absolute bliss and guilt ran down her cheeks, and she took one of his hands in hers and squeezed it as hard as she could. She felt his reassuring squeeze at the same time as her quivering body seemed to shatter with ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her muscles contracting, at a loss for breath while the bolts of electricity shot through her veins to the spot where he was now kissing softly.
         
Once more, he lifted her, even before she’d had time to recover, and the couch was their next destination. It was large enough to accommodate at least five people comfortably, so he had no trouble laying her down while situating himself between her legs.
         
The sight of him on his knees while her thighs were parted around him angered her once again. He grinned at her when she lifted her leg and tried to kick his shoulder. He grabbed a hold of it and held it there, then chuckled when an animalistic type of moan escaped her throat and she tried again with the other leg. He leaned forward so that her shins dangled over his back, and ran his hands along her thighs that were moist with both sweat and her own juice.
         
She began to laugh after he stared at her for a moment, letting her anger collapse and her resistance cease. She felt her eyes soften and melt with his, and for an instant he just watched her as she took his hand and bit into the palm.
         
The moment he entered her, she squealed with pleasure. He laughed, beginning to slide himself in and out while covering her mouth with his hand. They took their time pleasing each other, though both knew that at any moment, Robert could catch them simply by walking out onto his balcony. She could imagine his expression, contorted with rage, when he saw his own wife with her legs wrapped around the waist of his friend, her face twisted into a look of euphoric guilt.