AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Kate chuckles. "Yes. These are interspersed with other vases full of white roses. For dramatic effect."
Tonight she smells a little like salted caramel and as usual, my dick twitches. I kiss her neck softly and goosebumps flare across her skin. She's so sensitive when I touch her. It drives me fucking insane.
"Oh, well, if they're for dramatic effect, I guess they're perfect."
Lifting her hair, I flutter more kisses on her nape and she moans softly. Press my hips into hers. By now my dick is iron-hard.
"We should get out to the party," Kate whispers.
My hands skim her front, starting with her breasts.
She sighs pleasurably. "Shouldn't we?"
"I dunno. The party can wait a few minutes."
Because she's grinding her ass into my erection, all I can think of is sex. That's what Kate does to me.
"We shouldn't be naughty in here, where anyone could walk in."
I trail one hand down her stomach, cupping her pussy through the fabric of her dress.
"Nope. We shouldn't. Good thing there's an adjacent storage room that locks."
Kate turns, her big eyes shimmering. She reaches for her purse. I love how eager she is to be with me. "There is?"
I grab her hand and lead her to the little room. Because it has a sink and a small fridge, it's usually used as a makeshift kitchen for events.
Pulling her inside, I close and lock the door. The light's entirely too bright and too artificial, but I don't care. And I don't think she does, either.
She hops up on a long, stainless steel table that's the same height as my hips.
I kiss her first, and she spreads her legs.
"Wait," I mumble, pushing her knees together. She seems to know what I want, because she wriggles and lifts her hips up as I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and strip them off.
She spreads her legs, and I reach for my zipper.
kate
. . .
I givea little sharp cry when he enters me. Not because I'm not ready—I am—but the sudden intensity of his need for me right here in the reception hall is terribly exciting.
Until now, Damien and I have kept our sexual escapades to his bedroom, my bedroom, and the hotel suite. Okay, and a few make-out sessions in the wagon.
He's a private person, so it's surprising that he wants to fuck here. Does the lock on the door really work? What if his mom comes to check on the arrangements or the room?
He licks his thumb and puts it to my clit, circling. All thoughts vanish except for one.
Orgasm.
"You're so hard," I whisper.
"You like that, don't you?"
I nod, sucking in a breath as he thrusts into me. I'm plenty wet from the taboo of it all, and now my clit is throbbing insistently. I spread my legs wider.
"Deeper," I murmur.
