“Hal,” I begged.
I didn’t know what I was begging for, just that if I didn’t have more, I would explode.
Hal spun us quickly. I found my back pressed against the wall as Hal spread my dress, the high slit exposing my legs and panties. He traced the arc of my hip bone, his calluses scraping my skin. The ache in my core throbbed, demanding more. Hal dipped his hand lower, stopping at the edge of my underwear, and I arched my hips toward him.
Hal took me in, gaze locked on me. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” I gripped his neck and pulled him to me, my lips finding his.
Hal traced the edge of my panties. This time, he didn’t stop. His fingers dipped between my legs. Hal’s mouth swallowed my gasp as he began tracing my center through the soaked fabric. Heat scorched me.
He groaned into my mouth. Everything that weighed me down let go. My conditioning slipped away, as did my contract and the rules I had been force-fed my entire existence. The games and roles disappeared. Until it was only Hal. His mouth against mine, the hard planes of his body pressing against mine, and my burning need for more.
This was everything I wanted. This was everything I needed. He nimbly pushed aside the thin fabric of my underwear. The feel of his rough skin against my most intimate part left me undone.
His thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves. A moan ripped from me.
“Shh, Moonlight, they’ll hear what I do to you.” Hal breathed into my neck as he cupped the apex of my thighs, rubbing slowly. Another moan escaped me—there was no hope containing it.
“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop,” Hal hissed, tracing tight tantalizing circles until my core began to tighten. “You don’t want that, do you?”
I tried to tell him no, but it was lost—hidden under another aching moan.
A glimpse of a smirk lit Hal’s face before his mouth found mine again to drink in my ecstasy or to quiet it. I didn’t know. I didn’t care as my tongue met his stroke for stroke.
I wanted more. My hips undulated against his hand, the added friction mounting something within me. Growing stronger, consuming me.
Hal moved his hand against me and pulled his mouth from mine, staring at me.
“Let go.”
I felt my body tremble at his command, his hand increasing slightly in speed and pressure, and his mouth found my neck, kissing and nipping in encouragement.
One of those fingers dipped into me. I was consumed by the foreign sensation. He moved inside me, and I couldn’t breathe as everything went taut and hazy with cresting desire. I couldn’t contain it, couldn’t stop.
He slipped a second finger in with the first. My head rolled back, resting upon the wall as I panted through the intrusion, the fullness stretching me as his thumb rubbed tight circles over the bundle of nerves. His mouth found my neck again and his teeth grazed over my heated skin. It was all too much. I couldn’t have stopped the desperate moan he coaxed from me if I wanted to as my core throbbed—all-consuming.
“Let go, Moonlight.”
That name on his lips unraveled all I was. I let go. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but grip desperately onto Hal as my pleasure shattered apart. He didn’t stop. Fingers moving as waves of pleasure racked my body.
Everything I was fractured around us as his movements began to slow like he knew my body needed the reprieve. It was the closest thing to divinity I had ever known.
I opened my eyes to find Hal staring at me greedily.
He withdrew his hand, wrapping it around my waist, careful of my gown. He held me tightly to him, his need for me pressed into me as I attempted to put myself back together, gasping.
“You’re beautiful when you let go,” Hal whispered into my hair. I sighed into his embrace. My hand found his chest, an exploration of my own beginning. Hesitantly I dragged it down his chest—searching.
I met his waistband, tentatively dragging my finger along it as a nervousness filled me for all I didn’t know. I fumbled with his button. Hal groaned but his hand closed over mine, halting me.
“Please,” I whispered, desperate to explore—to make him come undone like I had been.
His hand found my chin as he tipped my face toward him. “Not tonight. Tonight was about you,” he told me. “You have to get back. They won’t be distracted forever.”
I hated that he had spoken it out loud. His words like a key that opened the door to all that waited for me on the other side. A deluge of reality that trampled the bliss. Those sane, rational thoughts I had lost trickled back in.
“Tell me there’s a time when it isn’t like this,” I whispered. “Tell me there’s a place where I dance with you.”
