And when she makes that soft, broken sound against my mouth, that’s it.
That’s the moment it tips. Everything else fades. The gala. The people. The noise. All of it. Gone.
There’s just her. And the way she feels under my hands. And the way she’s asking for more.
The kiss deepens, slow and deliberate, my tongue sliding against hers in unhurried strokes that pull soft, needy sounds from her throat. I keep one hand at the side of her neck, thumb stroking along her jaw, while the other trails down her side, over the smooth silk of her dress, until my fingers reach the hem. I bunch the fabric slowly, inch by inch, until my palm finds bare thigh.
She shivers against me.
I break the kiss just enough to look at her, eyes dark in the low garden light. “You’re already trembling, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “And I’ve barely touched you.”
My hand slides higher, fingertips brushing the edge of her lace panties. She’s warm. So fucking warm. I hook a finger under the fabric and drag it slowly to the side, exposing her completely to the cool night air. The first slow glide of my fingers through her folds pulls a broken little gasp from her.
“Fuck,” I breathe, voice rough. “You’re soaked already.”
I circle her clit with two fingers, light pressure at first, teasing, feeling how slick she is, how easily my fingers glide over her swollen flesh. She rocks her hips forward, chasing the touch, and I give her more, pressing firmer, rubbing slow, steady circles while my mouth finds her neck, sucking gently at the sensitive spot just below her ear.
“Listen to how wet you sound,” I whisper against her skin, letting my fingers dip lower to tease her entrance before sliding back up to her clit. “Every time I move, I can hear it. You’re dripping for me, baby. So ready.”
She whimpers, head falling back against the tree trunk, and I take the opportunity to kiss her again, deeper, hungrier, while my fingers keep working her in those slow, relentless circles. I slide one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right as my thumb takes over on her clit, rubbing firm and steady.
“That’s it,” I murmur into her mouth between kisses. “Feel how easily I slide in? You’re so fucking wet, baby. Your pussy is greedy tonight.”
I pump my fingers slowly at first, then faster, curling them with every thrust so they drag against that sensitive spot inside her. My mouth stays on hers, swallowing every moan and gasp, while my free hand slides up to cup her breast through the silk, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.
Her breathing turns ragged, hips rocking desperately against my hand. I can feel her walls starting to flutter around my fingers, tightening, pulling me deeper.
“Come for me,” I say against her lips, voice low and commanding. “Let me feel you soak my fingers, baby. Right here. Right now.”
The orgasm hits her hard. Her whole body goes tight, a sharp cry muffled against my mouth as her pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers, pulsing again and again. Hot, slick wetness floods my hand, coating my palm as she trembles through every wave. I keep moving slowly, drawing it out until the last shudder fades and she sags against me, breathing hard.
I’m just pressing a soft kiss to her temple, fingers still buried deep inside her, when Jackson’s low, amused voice cuts through the darkness behind us.
“As much as I love watching you lost to pleasure, sweetheart, they are looking for Zach for speeches.”
I groan low and frustrated as I slowly pull my fingers from her slick heat, the wet sound impossibly loud in the quiet garden.
Before I can even process it, Jackson steps closer, his eyes locked on Lia. He catches my wrist, brings my glistening fingers to his mouth, and wraps his lips around them.
He sucks slowly, deliberately, eyes never leaving hers as a deep moan vibrates around my fingers.
“Mmm… that’s my favourite taste in the whole world,” he murmurs, voice rough with heat, tongue swirling to clean every drop.
Lia whimpers softly, thighs pressing together at the sight.
I exhale a shaky laugh, adjusting myself in my pants where my cock is now painfully hard. “Fuck… I’m trying not to be hard right now.”
Jackson releases my fingers with a wet pop and winks at her, that easy, wicked smile curving his lips.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says, voice low and promising. “We’ll give you as many orgasms as you need tonight.”
He turns and starts walking back toward the lights of the building, but not before throwing one last heated look over his shoulder.
I glance at Lia, still flushed and breathing hard against the tree, then down at myself. I adjust my suit jacket to hide the obvious bulge, running a hand through my hair as I try to pull myself together for the speeches waiting inside.
“Ready?” I ask her softly, offering my arm.
She takes it, a small, dazed smile on her lips as we start walking back.
