Our first time together 💓

He was sitting at his desk, doing some work. That white silk shirt on him with the sleeves rolled up, a few buttons undone, and a comfy lower made him look too good to be real. The specs on his face just added more charm. I couldn’t stop staring.

I walked up to the door, knocked softly, and stepped in slowly, pretending to sound casual.

“Hmmm… are you busy?

He looked up from his screen and smiled soft, calm, with eyes that saw right through me

" For you? Not really .”

My heart flipped.

Then I stood beside him, my hand gently resting on his shoulder. He turned his head, looking up at me so sweetly and asked,

“You need something? Tell me, I’m all ears.”

I blushed instantly and smiled like an idiot, eyes dropping to the floor. I was so shy but still whispered,

“Can you… move back a little? I want to sit on your lap and watch you do your work.”

I was already fidgeting with my fingers, nervous but excited.

He didn’t even think twice. He slid the chair back and said with the cutest smirk,while blushing too

“Is this really something you need to ask? I’m all yours, madam.”

Then he moved back

And That was all I needed.

I giggled and jumped right into his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, still blushing hard but feeling bold. My body leaned into his as I rested comfortably on him. The warmth, the closeness, the butterflies, Unmatched. He held me gently yet strongly with my waist that made me flush.

I softly caressed his cheek, leaned in, and kissed him on the neck slowly. Then, with one finger, I traced down his chest in slow little circles… teasing him just enough.

He paused his work again, looked at me with that playful eyes , and asked,

“Is there something you want, sweetie?”

I gasped, trying to act innocent,

“No no, please do concentrate on your work work…”

But inside? I was smirking 😏 thinking let’s see how long you can actually control yourself.

And oh, I teased him.

Light touches. A breath near his ear. A kiss right under his jaw. I could feel his breath getting heavier. He tried to stay focused, kept pretending to work, but his fingers were slowing down.

Then, just like I wanted, he snapped.

He stopped everything, turned to me fully, grabbed my face gently and whispered,

“Aghhhh… forget work for now how I'm supposed to concentrate when my girl is here .”

And he kissed me. Deeply. Slowly. Passionately.

But those damn specs kept slipping in between us. So he smiled against my lips, removed them slowly, placed them on the desk, and looked back at me — now completely free, completely mine.

That moment? Too handsome to handle.

Then came the real kiss.

A French kiss.

Deep. Rough. Breathless. The kind that makes you forget where you are. Hands tangled in hair, fingers gripping shoulders. We both melted into each other.

Things started heating up lips, skin, breath a everything.

And then… he looked into my eyes, slid his arms under me and without warning, picked me up in bridal style.

I gasped, holding onto him tightly.

As he walked us toward the bed, he looked down at me with that half smile and whispered,

“You started this… now let me make it even more beautiful.”

He laid me down carefully, never letting go of my hand.

And in that moment with my heart pounding, his shirt on my skin, and his voice in my ears it was no longer just a dream.

It was everything I ever wanted.❤️🙌🏻