It feels like someone’s stabbing and twisting a knife in my chest, so I go ahead and let myself smile back, lest she suspect something’s really wrong other than the obvious.
“Yeah,” I say simply.
Elle grins in a way that scrunches up her sweet little button nose and starts swaying again. “Fat guy in a little coo-ooaat… Fat guy in a little coo-ooaat… Fat guy in a little coo-ooaat…!”
I’ve never needed an emergency brake for my behavior more than I do right now. Before I can stop myself, I grab the cuffs of the hanging sleeves and use them to trap her arms behind her back, then lower my mouth to hers for a long, slow kiss. The height difference without her heels on causes her head to angle backward, which only deepens the kiss. My tongue sweeps the inside of her mouth, and her breath hitches through her nose as she leans against me. She makes no move to break away, and we’re going back to reality first thing in the morning, and I suddenly need one more night with her; not one that’s frantic and hazed with alcohol. I need one more night with her, and I need it to be the physical complement to the sudden, harrowing shift in my feelings for her, because I know this is my only shot at ever having it.
Releasing the sleeves, I push the jacket off her shoulders and scoop her up under her ass. She still doesn’t protest, rather she throws her arms around my neck, holding me close to her while I carry her to the bed and lay her down. With our lips still connected, I slide my hands under her back to find the zipper and slip it down. She arches into me and lifts her hips to help me shimmy off the dress, and my gaze seeks her bare breasts immediately—only to discover they’re not exactlybarethis time.
I pause everything as I squint one eye at what appear to be flower-shaped stickers covering her nipples, and a hearty chuckle shakes my shoulders. “What the hell are these?”
Elle is panting and a bewildered expression crosses her face. She glances down at her breasts and then palms them, drawing her fingertips in circles. “Oh. They’re pasties.”
A louder laugh bursts out of my throat. “Pasties?”
“Yeah.” She giggles, releasing her breasts and picking up the skirt of her dress, which is hiked up to her hips. “This material is thin, and I didn’t want my nipples pointing at anyone if I got chilly.” She reaches to pick at the side of one of the pasties. “That would be pretty vulgar, especially at such an event. I wasn’t trying to make it obvious to these people that I’m poor white trash.”
I offer her a devilish grin as I lower myself to my forearms on either side of her chest. “You’re classy as fuck, and I find that hot as hell.”
“I’m really just an imposter, Colin.” She starts to peel one off, and I stop her.
“Don’t. I want to do it.”
She smirks and compliantly rests her wrists on the pillow next to her head. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I bite the edge of one pasty and jerk my head sideways to pull it off.
Elle sucks in a hiss through her teeth and winces. “Easy there. It’s like ripping off a Band-Aid.”
“Oh.” I spit out the pasty and draw my brows together in teasing. “Did that hurt? Should I kiss it for you?”
A smile tugs the corner of her mouth. “Please.”
Holding her gaze, I press a light kiss to the side of her nipple and then draw my tongue in a slow circle around it. Her chest rises and falls as she tilts her chin toward the ceiling and closes her eyes. I close my lips around the peak of her breast, and it’s as if it’s custom made to fit inside my mouth. Not too large; not too small; just the right amount of perky fullness.
Perfect.
Sucks to be me!
Well… maybe not right now.
Quiet murmurs hum from her parted lips while I kiss and suck, gently peeling off the opposite pasty with my fingers and then squeezing. I offer the same meticulous attention to her other breast, and she arches against me, lifting her hips again to inch off her dress. Down it goes, and down I go after it, licking and nipping a line over her navel all the way to her filmy panties, which match the fair, creamy color of her skin perfectly. Hooking my fingers under the thin fabric, I slide them down and all the way off, and they end up in a pile on the floor next to her dress.
Elle gave me a hell of a treat last night, and I need to return the favor, so now, I willfeaston her.
Every inch of her skin is smooth as polished alabaster, and I indulge in it by dragging my bottom lip up the tendon that draws in a line to the apex of her thighs.
Last night, as fucking incredible as it was, was too quick. Too hasty. Too impulsive. So now, I will go slow. I have to savor this because I’m not stupid and I know, based on everythingincludingher words from just minutes ago, that she still basically hates my guts and for good reason. I willbaskin this and commit every second of it to memory because I know it’s not ever going to happen again. This is above and beyond the indulgence of my dashed hope that I was going for, and I will fucking take it all.
With my tongue still nestled in the crevice of her thigh, my greedy eyes lock on her pussy, andoh yes. Elle is classy as fuck all the way down to her meticulously maintained ladyscaping. A perfect landing strip. I position my thumbs on either side of her lips to spread them just enough to glide my tongue through her center.
Her back arches again, and her knees draw up and clamp together on either side of my head. “Oh God, Colin.”
I have never loved the sound of my own name more.
She reaches for my hair, nails scraping my scalp as I go deeper. The flat of my tongue presses against her hot, wet center, while I meet her gaze across her naked torso. A deep V is carved between her brows, her own tongue licking her upper lip as if mimicking what mine is doing below. Her breasts jiggle ever so slightly with every shallow pant that exits her throat, erect nipples pointing high at the ceiling, and I suddenly wish I could clone myself in an effort to have my hands and mouth on every part of her simultaneously.
Sadly, it’s just me with my measly single mouth and one pair of hands, so I put everything I’ve got to work and add my fingers to slide into her sex and strum her little pleasure spot. Both of her hands fly to clamp over her mouth, her knees pressing against the sides of my head, and I use my free hand to lock one of her thighs flat against the mattress.
Elle is panting even more rapidly, and I could fucking get off right now without her even laying finger on me. She whimpers against her palms, eyes squeezed shut, breasts thrust toward the ceiling, and the internal tremors cause her core to clamp around my fingers.
