AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I bite my lip at the idea of being alone with him. It makes me slightly nervous, but something about this man makes me want to talk to him more despite the possibility of us never seeing each other again.
I agree with a nod and a smile, following him away from the bustling bar and into the corridor. As we cross the doorway, I quickly realize just how narrow the hall is, meant for only one person at a time. We end up pressed against each other, our proximity intensifying the intrigue.
The sensation of his body against mine—with my breasts pushed against his chest and my thighs close to his—sends a shockwave through my body. I can’t help but notice his hard length pressed against my inner thigh.
“Uhm,” the man says, scooting further down the hallway. “There’s more space this way,” he says.
We finally make it to a portion of the yacht’s hallway wide enough for us to stand comfortably in.
“So,” I begin with a smirk, still thinking about how electric it felt to be so close to him. “Books, right?” I ask.
He laughs at this. Even though I can’t see his entire face, I can tell that his smile is not only handsome but also rare to see.
He’s…so hot.
Then, I stop myself.
Cut it out,I think.He’s so much older than you, and there is no way that this could ever work.My gaze wanders to his mask, reminding me I have no idea who this man truly is.
But he’s…irresistible.
I look up at his masked face, a sense of anticipation in the air. Despite the anonymity, I can’t resist drawing closer. And I have no desire to pull away.
Suddenly, he closes the gap between us and lightly presses his lips to mine. The sensation is so incredible and intense that I can’t help but melt into his touch. His kiss sends shivers down my spine, and as we inch closer, I can feel his warm breath against my lips. In a heartbeat, we are engulfed in a magnetic pull, our lips brushing against each other. His large hands movesensually, one stroking my back while the other holds my neck, a jolt of electricity coursing through me.
As the man presses his body closer to mine, I feel more than just lust, more than just the primal urgency behind sex.
He cups my face with one hand and uses the other one to press against the small of my back. He deepens the kiss, letting all his affection flow into the gesture.
I let out a low moan and slowly trace one finger down his spine. As we continue to kiss, his touch sends electric shocks throughout my body.
“Oh my God,” I murmur when we break away.
In the dim light of my yacht’s hallway, I watch as the man adjusts his mask. With his eyes locked with mine, I slowly bite my lip.
“That’s it,” the man says.
He grabs me by the waist and pushes me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his legs as he kisses me hungrily. My hands intertwine with his hair as he reaches one hand up to squeeze my breasts. One finger brushes over a hard nipple through the fabric of my dress.
“Oh,” I gasp when I finally let the kiss break, “Oh, I need—”
“I know, baby,” he responds.
He gently puts me down on the ground. He kisses me again, this time even more urgent than before. Using his weight and the shadows of the hallway to hide us, he slowly reaches one hand under the fabric of my dress. Standing in the hallway, he slowly eases one finger between my legs.
“Oh!” I call out, throwing back my head and moaning. His fingers work their way deeper, deeper until I cling to his shoulders for balance as pleasure ripples through my core.
“Hey,” I gasp. “We can’t do this in public.”
“You’re right,” he breathes. “We need to find somewhere else.”
He takes my hand and leads me away. I pick up my phone and use it to guide us as we move swiftly down the abandoned, dark hallway. He sprints toward a janitor’s closet, hurries us inside, and shuts the door.
I immediately bend down and begin to fumble with his belt buckle. He stumbles back and hits the wall as I pull down his pants. I stare wide-eyed in the dim glow of my flashlight as I take him into my mouth.
He moans and grips the wall to contain the intense sensation. I tease him with my tongue and slowly cup his balls, making him moan louder. He tangles his fingers into my hair and guides me further, deeper.
Then, the man gently steps aside when he can no longer take it. He guides me to my feet and lifts up the skirt of my dress. He presses his lips to mine again and lets his tongue slide across the back of my teeth as he slides one finger underneath my lace panties.
