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I swallow down the bile that feels like it’s creeping up my throat, trying to get my heart rate back to normal while I’m so close to him. In his arms, it feels weird but also so good. “I—” he says. “I want to have a date,” he admits, and my knees about buckle when he looks into my eyes, “but she’s unavailable.”
I don’t ask him anything else. The only thing I can do is stare into his eyes. I could get lost in his eyes. His arm pulls me closer to him as we dance, neither of us saying anything. It’s like all we are saying is in the look we are giving each other. His chest rises and falls under our hands so fast it’s like he’s working out. “I need some air,” he says to me when the song comes to a stop. “Want to come with me?”
I look into his eyes. I want to go anywhere with you, I want to say, but I don’t trust myself, so I just nod. He doesn’t release my hand as he pulls us out of the room. We walk down the steps, and anyone looking at us would think we are a couple.
He walks around the staircase toward the side door, pushing it open. The cool air hits me right away, and I shiver. He shrugs his jacket off before I can tell him not to and wraps it around my shoulders. The cobblestone rock on the path makes my heels sink in, so I reach out to hold his arm to steady myself. “Where are we?” I ask as I look around at a little courtyard. It looks like it’s in the middle of the hotel as some of the windows have lights on. Potted plants are scattered around the little space, and when you look up, you see the stars twinkling in the sky.
“No idea,” he answers me, “I saw a door.”
I laugh, holding the jacket closed with one hand as we walk toward the corner of the building where there aren’t many lights on. “This is nice,” I observe as we finally make it to a pathway that has concrete, so my heels aren’t sinking. “It’s a little chilly.” I look over at him, seeing him put his hands in his pockets. “Do you want your jacket back?” I ask and shiver at the same time, making me laugh at myself. “We might have to share it.” He looks at me, his eyes turning a darker blue, his jaw tight as if he’s biting down on it. “What’s the matter?” I ask as we stop at the corner of the courtyard, where a darkened entrance leads to a door with the word Maintenance on it.
“Nothing,” he says, his words barely a whisper.
“Can I ask you something?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“Don’t you know that you can ask me anything?” His voice sounds like it’s in pain. “And in that dress.” He shakes his head and takes one of his hands out of his pocket and grabs the back of his neck with it.
I don’t know if it’s the wine. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m out of the house, dressed in a nice dress, and just slow danced with a man who has been nothing but supportive to me and my girls. I don’t know if it’s the fact being in his arms stirred something from the depths of my soul. I don’t know if it’s just the fact that today I put get Christopher to kiss me on my list. I don’t know what it is, but we are here, and I’m taking the leap. “Touch me,” I whisper, stepping toward him, putting my hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing just as fast as mine.
“Dakota.” He uses my full name. “I’m holding on by a string, baby.” His voice cracks, and the way he just called me baby made every single part of me tingle, especially parts that have not seen action for over a year.
“You said I could ask you anything.” My finger taps his white shirt. “I’m asking you to touch me.”
“Fuck,” he groans before his hands fly to my face, and he spins me around to the darkened corner, pushing my back against the wall. My hand comes up to grab his tie, pulling him to me. “Fuck it all,” he says before his mouth touches mine. My hand grips his tie even tighter, while the other one comes up to hold his cheek. At the same time as his tongue touches mine, fireworks go off inside me. His mouth swallows my moan as one hand drops from my face to my neck. His head twists to the other side to deepen the kiss. I’m lost in all that is him. I’m lost in his smell. I’m lost in his touch. I’m lost in his taste.
He pulls back, looking down at me, his thumb rubbing the side of my throat before his mouth replaces the heat of his finger. My hands go to his sides as my eyes close, his tongue trailing up the vein where my pulse beats. His hand drops to my hip as he pulls me to him, and I feel how much this is doing to him. I arch my back, the jacket slips off my shoulders and pools around my feet, but we are too lost in each other to care. He nips my jaw before his mouth finds mine again. His hands find mine and move them up beside my head. Our fingers link with each other as we kiss. I’ve never been kissed like this before. I’ve never wanted to be kissed so badly in my life before. I’ve never wanted a kiss to go on forever before. He lets one hand go before he grabs my chin and moves from right to left, leaving my mouth to trail down kisses.
“Christopher.” His name on my lips feels like I’ve been saying it my whole life.
“What, baby?” he says softly as my hands slowly fall from beside my head, his eyes looking up to mine. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me.” My hands grip his hips. “Touch me.”
“Your wish…” His tongue trails down my neck, making me move to the side to give him better access to it, right down to where my dress sits, before his tongue sweeps in and licks my nipple. My eyes close at that moment, and I pull his hardness into me more, lifting my leg over his hip. “…is my command.”
My hands move from his hips to his ass, then up his back. I want to touch all of him, and my only wish is that he was naked so I could touch his skin. “Dakota,” he murmurs my name again, and I open my eyes, “last chance to tell me to stop.” Instead of answering him, I fist the back of his shirt before I move lower and pull his shirt out of his pants, my hands sliding under his shirt to his back.
He moves his head back up to kiss me. My mouth devours his as I move my hand to the front of his shirt, pulling it all out of his pants. His hand goes to my leg on his hip as he trails his fingertips up it, slowly, ever so fucking slowly. His fingers walk up the trail toward where I want his touch. My hands move at the same pace as his, almost as if I’m mimicking him. I feel his fingers right beside where my panties meet my hips. I sigh when he moves the lace to the side. Dropping my foot to the ground, I open my legs more. He lets go of my lips, leaving me panting. “I want to watch your eyes,” he explains, and I just look at him, wanting to ask him what he's talking about, but I’m in a daze. “Right now,” he says at the same time his finger runs down my slit, over my clit, and into me. I swear to God I exhale. “That,” he announces, pulling his finger out and then pushing it in again, “is what I wanted to see. How your eyes light up when I touch you.”
“Yes,” I say. My body feels like it’s on fire. He could touch me literally anywhere, and I’ll light up like a firework.
My hands go to his belt, and he shakes his head. “If you undo my belt, I’m going to end up fucking you into the wall.” He slides another finger into me. “And I’m not going to give a shit that everyone is going to hear you come for me.” His thumb grazes over my clit, making my knees weak. “I also know that I’m not only going to fuck you once. I’m going to want to fuck you all night long.” He slams his fingers into me. “But when I finally get my cock in you, I’m going to want you spread on my bed, and it’s going to be after I’ve buried my face in your pussy and have made you come a couple of times.”
“Yes,” I agree, thinking about everything he’s said, “let’s do that.” I move away from the belt buckle to cup his cock over his pants, feeling how hard he is. “I want to do all of that.”
“You have no idea”—he slides his tongue into my mouth, moving it at the same pace as his fingers—“how fucking bad I want to taste you.”
“Then do it.” I look in his eyes as he says that, never expecting him to drop to his knees in front of me.
Looking up at me, he pushes my dress to the side. “If you insist,” he says, right before his mouth devours me. He moves one leg over his shoulder as his tongue slides into me with his fingers. I swear to God I see white spots when his tongue licks up from my hole to my clit, right before he bites down on it, first gently, and when I moan, he sucks it into his mouth. His fingers work me over and over, and the sound of my wetness drowns out my panting. “You fucking taste like heaven,” he praises right before he bites my clit again, this time harder, as my hand goes into his hair. The hair I’ve wanted to touch for the past month is now between my fingers. “I could eat you all day, every day.” He slides his fingers faster.
“Christopher,” I pant out his name, “I’m going to?—”
“Yeah, I know, baby.” He flicks his tongue before my leg drops to the ground, and he stands. “But I want to watch your face when I make you come.” He kisses me, and I’ve never in my life felt the hunger I feel right now. It’s barbaric. I want to rip his clothes off. I want him to rip my clothes off. I want him to pound into me over and over again. “Fuck.” He lets go of my lips. “Let go, baby,” he tells me, knowing I’m holding back. How he knows, I have no idea. I just want this moment to go on. “Your pussy is squeezing my fingers.” His lips hover over mine, his eyes on mine. “You can do it, baby,” he encourages me at the same time he curls his fingers inside me, pushing me off that cliff. “Come, baby, come for me,” he whispers.
My hand goes to hold his wrist to stop him from moving inside me. “Oh no, baby, I’m not stopping until you come on my fingers.” My stomach gets tight, it’s right there, I can taste it, I can feel it, and it’s going to be out of this world. “That’s it,” he urges, moving frantically, slamming his fingers into me.
“Oh my God,” I chant over and over again, moving my head from side to side. “Christopher.”
