Forbidden Wind

The wind on the rooftop smelled like rain and her perfume—heavy, sweet musk that made my mouth go dry instantly. I knew her in a heartbeat. Anna stood at the very edge, hair whipping across her cheeks, and when she turned, our eyes collided so hard I felt my cock stiffen against my slacks.

"You..." she breathed, and that voice that used to command me in board meetings was trembling now. "You work here?"

"As of today. New senior analyst," I said, taking a step closer. My hands moved on their own, reaching to tuck a stray strand behind her ear. My fingers brushed her hot skin, and we both froze.

Anna didn't pull away. Her eyes darkened.

"Seven years, Mark... Seven fucking years I've tried to forget the way you looked at me at that last company party."

"I never forgot," I whispered, pressing closer. The city hummed below us, lights shimmering like stars underwater. "Never forgot how you pressed against me in that elevator and whispered that it was impossible."

Her palm landed on my chest, like she meant to push me away, but instead her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt.

"We can't. I'm your boss. This is... wrong."

"Then why aren't you leaving?" I leaned in, lips almost brushing her ear. "Why are your nipples already hard under that blouse, Anna?"

She let out a soft moan as my hand slid under her jacket and cupped her breast. Big, heavy, it fit perfectly in my palm. I ran my thumb over the stiff nipple, and Anna arched into me, digging her nails into my shoulder.

"Mark... goddamn you..." she gasped, but she was already tugging at my tie. Our mouths met greedily, almost painfully. The kiss was wet, deep, tongues tangling until we were both breathless.

I pressed her back against the concrete parapet. The cold wind whipped her skirt up, hiking the fabric higher over her thighs. My hand dove underneath, found the thin fabric of her panties, and felt how soaked they already were.

"You're dripping," I murmured against her lips. "Tell me you want me."

"I want..." Anna breathed, eyes half-lidded. "Fuck me right here. Right now. Before anyone sees."

I yanked her panties to the side in one rough motion. My fingers slid easily into her hot, slick slit. She was impossibly wet. Anna bit her lip to keep from crying out as I added a second finger and started fucking her slowly with my hand, searching for the right angle.

"Deeper..." she whispered in my ear. "I've waited so long... imagined your thick cock inside me for so long."

I unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing. Anna wrapped her hot hand around it, stroking a few times, smearing the precum along the full length.

"Inside me," she almost commanded, but her voice cracked into a moan. "Now."

I hooked her leg over the low ledge, hiked up her skirt, and drove into her in one long thrust. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot, wet. Anna arched back, head thrown back, and the wind caught her moan.

"Oh god... you're so big..." she whimpered as I started to move. "Fuck me harder, Mark... don't stop."

I fucked her deep and rhythmic, feeling her walls clench around me with every stroke. One hand kneaded her breast through her blouse, the other gripped her hip hard. The city lights blurred before my eyes, and we were nothing but sound—the slap of bodies, her soft sobs, my heavy whispers.

"I'm gonna come..." she gasped after a few minutes, trembling all over. "Don't stop... please..."

I sped up, driving in to the hilt. Her clit ground against my pubic bone with every motion. Anna suddenly tensed, bit down on my shoulder through my shirt, and began clenching hard around me. Hot fluid gushed over my cock as she came—silently, but so intensely her legs buckled.

I couldn't hold back. I pulled out and came on her stomach and the inside of her thigh—thick, hot ropes of cum streaking down her skin. Anna watched with hazy eyes and smiled.

We slowly slid down onto the cold concrete, pressed together. The wind felt almost gentle now. She rested her head on my shoulder, fingers lazily tracing my chest through my unbuttoned shirt.

"That was insane," Anna whispered, kissing my neck. "But I don't regret it. Not for a second."

"Me neither," I said quietly, pulling her closer. "And if you tell me this is the last time..."

She looked up at me, desire still smoldering in her eyes.

"I'll tell you we've both been lying to ourselves for seven years. And that tomorrow, in my office after work... the door will be locked."

We smiled at each other in the dark, while the city kept living far below, never knowing that on its rooftop, every rule had just been shattered.