Shoving more of the damn dress out of my way, I bared her. I wished there was more light so I could see. I stroked between her pale thighs.
She moaned. As I caressed her, I found her wet and slippery. Then I cupped one thigh and wrapped it around my head. I leaned forward and licked.
She let out a low cry, but the music from below drowned it. With long slow strokes of my tongue, I lapped at her. Her honeyed sweetness filled my senses. With a groan, I devoured her.
“Oh God.” She tugged on my hair. “That’s…so good. Don’t stop.”
I closed my lips around her swollen clit and sucked. My cock was throbbing and wanted in there, desperately. With another suck, she splintered apart. Her leg squeezed on my head and her body shook.
She muffled her cries with her hand as her release shuddered through her.
I waited a minute, pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then rose. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked sexy and wild.
We stared at each other.
Then she stepped closer and pressed her hand over the swollen cock tenting my suit pants.
I let out a pained groan. Her hand molded me, squeezed. Then she kissed me. I knew she’d taste herself on my lips.
Groaning, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. The kiss turning scorching. I shoved my hips forward and she squeezed my cock again. It throbbed painfully.
“Now,” she murmured, “you take me.” She stroked me again. “You slide this inside me.”
Fuck. She was going to let me have her. I wanted to drag her to my room and tear all her clothes off, but I didn’t want to break the spell or spoil the moment.
Plus, I couldn’t wait that long.
Mine. The word echoed in my head. I wanted her to know it, I wanted everyone to fucking know it.
I didn’t know her name, but she was mine.
I reached out and pulled the straps of her dress up, tucking her breasts back into the bodice. I spun her, and pressed her hands to the railing. She gasped, staring down at the ball below.
Moving behind her, I pushed that damn skirt up and out of my way. I fumbled with my zipper.
My cock sprang free, hard and hurting. I fished a condom out of my pocket and tore it open. It took me seconds to deal with it. Then I ran my hand over her buttocks. Her skin was smooth, and I squeezed. She pushed back into my palm.
A groan ripped out of me. Urgent need beat inside my head. Then I slid a hand into her hair, holding her in place. I nudged her feet wider.
“Please,” she murmured, her voice low and needy.
I slid two fingers inside her, plunging them deep. She rewarded me with a throaty moan. With my other hand, I circled my cock. Damn, I’d never been this hard before. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to get my cock inside her.
Then, with a single thrust, I buried myself inside her.
She moaned. I pulled out and thrust back in. Any semblance of finesse or control was long gone. I fucked her, over and over. Her cries got louder, and we both knew there was a chance we’d be spotted. I slid a hand over her mouth, and she bit my fingers. I hoped she left a mark.
I leaned over her, and pressed my mouth to her neck. She tilted, giving me better access. I used my teeth as I filled her over and over with my cock. She shuddered.
On my next thrust, she shattered. She came, screaming into my palm.
It was the best thing I’d ever experienced.
I picked up speed, everything inside me tightening into a painful knot. I fucked her harder, deeper.
“God…Yes.” Her voice was husky. “More.”
She was going to come again. I could feel it.
