They’re standing in the elevator.

But they are not alone.

Three other people share this tightly enclosed space with them. She is standing in front of him, her hands behind her back.

Slowly his zipper slides down. His head jerks down, and then snaps back up, eyes wide. His body tenses when he realizes he can’t really say anything. He swallows hard, his hand clutching the file folder in his hand. He doesn’t know whether he should stop her, or let her continue. The danger is only adding to the eroticism.

Her hand gently glides into his pants and takes hold of him, squeezing lightly. His body jerks involuntarily. His eyelids feel heavy, but he keeps them open. He looks back down. Her ass is so close to him. He reaches out and touches her, his hand gliding over the taut muscles beneath her clothes.

She can feel his warm breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine, encouraging her. When she starts moving on him, he sucks in his breath as his hand grabs her ass. She pushes back against him reflexively.

His hand begins kneading the firm flesh, his body slowly being overtaken by the sensations her hand is causing. He thrusts gently into her hand, his hands sliding to her hips.

Her hand begins stroking him harder, as her other hand grips his thigh. His eyes close. She takes a step back and feels him against her, nudging her.

The elevator stops and the three other people get off.

As soon as the doors close, he pushes the stop button and grabs her arms, spinning her around so that her back is against the wall. He stares into her eyes. For a moment, she wonders if he’s angry.

"You… are such a tease." He whispers before crushing her lips with his. Her leg lifts and wraps itself around his hips, pinning him to her. She can feel his hardness against her aching center. His hands slide under her shirt as he thrusts against her.

Her hands reach down to his belt buckle and quickly releases it. The pants slide down over his hips. She lowers her leg as his hands easily push her own pants down. His hand touches her, a light groan falling from his lips as he feels her warm wetness. Two fingers easily slide inside of her. Her hand grabs him, stroking him madly. A moan escapes her lips as her eyes close.

His lips find her neck, sucking her flesh gently. He begins unbuttoning her shirt, letting his tongue follow his hands.

She can’t help it any longer. She needs him. Now.

She guides him to her, pulling him to her. He finally has her shirt unbuttoned. He pulls her lace-covered nipple into his mouth. As he slides into her warm wetness, he nips at her nipple. She gasps, pulling his hips harder against her.

His hands are on her hips, trying to slow her down. His head raises and he gazes into her eyes, with a smile on his face. She stares back at him, eyes like bitter dark chocolate in her passion for him.

"Fuck me…" she whispers hoarsely.

He continues to smile at her. A whimper is caught in her throat as she tugs at his hips. He pulls himself back, until just the head is in, and smiles. Taking her hands from his hips, he brings them above her head and holds them against the wall.

"Slow down, honey…" he whispers into her ear.

He pushes himself back into her with an agonizingly slowness, smiling widely at her whimper. Her eyes roll back into her head as her eyelids come fluttering down, a groan escaping her lips. She clenches her muscles around him, wanting so much to feel him deep inside of her.

He obliges her, pushing his entire length inside. His eyes close at the sensation. He holds both of her hands in one of his, letting the other stroke her cheek gently.

"I love you, Sara…"

"Then fuck me, Gil… please…" she begs him, as she struggles weakly against his strong hand. He slides his hand down her cheek to her neck, his thumb slowly caressing her racing pulse before going lower to massage her breast. His thumb and finger gently squeeze her nipple.

"Sara… I can’t… I can’t fuck you…" he whispers softly as he continues to move slowly within her.

She leans in and grabs the skin of his neck with her teeth, pulling gently. He groans as she releases him and pulls the skin again with her lips, sucking on the tender flesh.

"I want you… inside me… hard…"

"Oh… god… Sara…" he buries his face in her neck, licking and teasing the flesh there. He moves faster inside her, unable to resist her.

She can feel the friction of the ridges on him, rubbing against the million of nerve endings inside of her. She begins to quiver as the tightness concentrates in her lower belly. She pulls him to her again, as the muscles in her legs begin to quiver.

His hand moves to her thigh, lifting her leg around him. Her hands are released as his fingers move to her neck in a move to pull her lips to his. His mouth closes over hers as his thrusts become frantic. Her fingers entwine themselves in his curls, keeping him against her as her tongue devours him.

He feels her body quiver and a smile appears on his face as he knows that she’s close. He thrusts harder into her, his head snapping back as a moan escapes from his throat. His hands go to her hips, pulling her against him one last time as he erupts inside her, his body spasming against hers.

She screams his name as her own orgasm floods over her. She collapses in his arms, her head against his chest. Her leg falls to the floor. His breathing is heavy, as is hers. They stand there for a moment, collecting themselves. Their fingers roam over one another’s clammy skin. Slowly they pull from each other and begin to redress themselves.

She smiles as he reaches over and reactivates the elevator. "Thought you couldn’t fuck me…"

Hiding a grin, he lowers his head briefly. Then he lifts his eyes and searches her dark irises. "I’d anything for you Sara… you know that…"

He reaches over and takes her hand into his. She lifts it up to her mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick a finger before her lips wrap around the digit. He chuckles as a devilish grin appears on her face.

The flush creeps up his neck and he swallows hard. "You know… I gave into you here… but… when we get home…"

Sara looks into his eyes and grins, urging him to continue.

He returns her smile. "…when we get home… I’m making love with you…"

She takes his finger deeper in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it before letting it slide from her wet lips. "When we get home, Gil… I’m fucking you!"