Seven
JESS
Moment of truth.
I kept my eyes on him as I laid my hand in his.
He helped me stand at the edge of the couch, his eyes unblinking. Unwavering.
As if we were going to dance, he stepped into my intimate space. One arm curved around my waist; his palm spanned the space both above and below to hold me against him.
His free hand reached up to the gold laurel wreath strand threaded through my hair. With minimal pressure, he pulled it free. Since it was holding my hair in place atop my head, it all spilled down around my face and shoulders.
He reached for the belt at my waist. The dress wrapped around me, so with a simple twist, a gentle tug, the gold cord slithered through the eyelets.
How he knew it was the lynchpin to keeping my dress on my body, I had no idea.
Didn’t care how he knew. All I saw was him.
All I heard was my pulse pounding. All I felt was his heart beating under my palms on his chest. He could have opened those curtains wide and let a throng of people circle us, and I wouldn’t have cared.
He took a half-step back, which allowed the two panels of the dress to separate.
Only then did his gaze shift from my face to look down at what he’d revealed.
A sheer bra in nearly the same color as the dress, a matching pair of barely there panties, and a pair of gladiator sandals with cords, which criss-crossed around my calves and tied off below my knees.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
I whimpered as the hand on my back slid away. Instead, both his hands slipped inside the panels and curved around the cheeks of my ass, squeezing, kneading, and then his lips covered mine, our bodies tight against one another.
Our heads slanted as his tongue licked across the pillowy flesh of my lips, and I used my teeth to nip and pull.
We demanded entry into each other’s mouths.
Once we opened, our tongues dueled, first in my mouth where they twined around each other, he sucked on the muscle, then we traded places, and I repeated what he’d done.
My fingers drifted down his shirt to unbutton it. When I reached his waist, I pulled the tails free. I slid my hands up his body, from abs to pecs. My fingernails bit into the muscles I felt jumping beneath them. He shrugged out of it, letting the fabric fall to the floor.
It felt like he held back. Worried he’d scare me? Worried he’d hurt me? Worried I’d become overwhelmed and stop him?
Hell. No.
I didn’t want that. I wanted him to lose himself in me and what we were doing tonight.
I wanted him to leave for Europe tomorrow and wonder about what might have been.
I wanted to destroy him for any other woman, the way he’d destroy me.
We kissed for seconds? Minutes? Hours? I had no idea. I needed him to keep touching me in whatever way he needed to.
The next thing I knew, I was in the air. My hands clutched the tops of his shoulders as he gazed into my eyes and carried me to the back side of the couch. I groaned as my core dragged against his hard length as he lowered my ass to the back of the sofa.
Arms linked around his neck, my fingers ran back and forth across the soft, shaved portion of his recon cut. A small lock of long hair dislodged above his right eye.
“I need a few seconds. Don’t let go of me.”
Let go? Was he crazy? If he weren’t shifting between my legs, I’d have them wrapped around his waist so tight, he’d never be able to pry me off him.
I heard the chink of a belt buckle as its weight dragged against the prong holding it in place.
Heard it jingle as the rasp of a zipper lowering joined the sound parade.
The denim of his jeans no longer rubbed against my center.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper thundered over the club sounds, and his hands rolled it down his cock.
“You need me to stop, you say so.”
He waited for me to acknowledge his words, which I did. An arm snaked around my waist again.
More instructions. “Bend your knees. Feet flat on the back of the couch. Use it to balance and push. Grab onto my shoulders. I’m going to lean you back slightly. I promise I won’t drop you.”
I nodded.
It took me a moment to process what he was asking me to do, and it was awkward at first. While he wrapped an arm around my waist, his hand guided itself to my opening, and he thrust deep into my core.
My body shook with every thrust. He moved me. While he did, stars became inconsequential as comets sped past me.
I had felt nothing close to this before.
There was no way for me to stop whatever he pushed me towards. My walls clenched down on his cock, and I came. Hard. Fast. Violently. I’m sure I screamed, but he covered my mouth with his and swallowed it.
With a slight shift, he dragged his cock repeatedly over my G-spot, hurtling me into a second orgasm. Still inside me, he throbbed as his cum filled the condom.
We stayed locked together, unmindful of the shadows outside our booth. Some merely strolled by with a leisurely glance at our forms; others stopped to appreciate the shadows through the lace. All I wanted was to hold him tight and never let go.
I was officially ruined.