“Finally,” he breathed into her mouth.

Deja tightened her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him harder. She didn’t say it, but he felt the ‘finally’ in that kiss and the way her pussy quivered around his digits.

They knew the walls in this building were old and thin. They knew they needed to be quiet, but Deja’s office was so silent that every sound seemed to boom. Alejandro’s dick pulsed in tune with Deja’s soft gasps and strangled groans. She cried out when his thumb circled her clit, and it felt like HD surround sound. He lapped at her mouth, desperate to taste every one of those breathy exhalations.

Alejandro’s fingers curled inside of her, and the soft wet give of her pussy sounded obscenely perfect, but then she moaned his name into his mouth, and he nearly doubled over in ecstasy as he pumped his fingers in and out of her again and again and tried to ignore how much his dick wanted to feel her as well. Deja trembled in his arms and around his fingers, and nothing had ever felt so perfect.

Now that he’d had a taste, Alejandro didn’t want to stop kissing Deja or touching her, so he did both. He licked and sucked at her mouth and nibbled at her bottom lip while he fucked her pussy with his fingers with increasing intensity.

“I’m close,” Deja groaned, her strangled cry making his dick ache.

He moved his thumb over her clit with each press of his wrist. “I’ve got you,” he whispered to her. “Come for me.”

And she did. She wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him closer while she pumped her hips into his hand.

“Fuck,” he groaned as the walls of her pussy started to flutter and clench around his fingers.

He wanted to hear her cry out but remembered the thin walls at the last minute, so he grabbed her behind the neck and kissed her hard enough to muffle her moans. He shoved his tongue into her mouth just as she shivered violently against him. She screamed into his mouth as quietly as she could, and he drank up the sound until her body had mostly stilled, and she broke their kiss to pant through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Alejandro kissed the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, her closed eyelids, her forehead, everywhere he could get his mouth without letting her go.

Deja whimpered when he pulled his fingers from her pussy. Her eyes drifted open, and she watched with rapt attention as he licked her essence from his fingers, with heat in his eyes.

“I think I have a condom in my wallet,” he said.

Just as Deja opened her mouth, the familiar sound of the janitor’s trashcan rolling down the hallway broke into the quiet of her office, and they both froze.

“Fuck,” she hissed and pushed him away.