I shrug with my lips and shoulders. “Sorry. Never heard of you. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve been looking for my husband everywhere. We have a matter to attend to…in the restroom.”
Her jaw drops.
I lace my fingers between Christian’s, grab my glass of wine, and pull him away. Toward the restroom. “Lana, where?—”
I push open the door to mens room bathroom and put the glass on the nearest counter. “Lana, what?—”
The door closes and I push him up against it. Christian releases a little gasp when I kiss him, and the sound is quite rare, but I love when I make it happen.
My fingers sift through his hair, ruining the way I styled it for him earlier, and tug him closer. “Lana,” he mumbles. “Lana, baby.”
“I want you.”
“Fuck, Lana,” he growls. His hands grab my ass, pulling my hips tight against his and letting me feel his erection. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re jealous.”
I giggle. “I wasn’t jealous.”
“No?” His gaze turns cavernous. “Just marking your territory then?”
I lift a shoulder and lock the door. “Something like that.”
His eyes drop to my lips, his tongue wetting his. His hands wrap tightly around my hips and he lifts me like I weigh nothing, plopping me down on the counter. “Jealous.”
“You’re one to talk,” I mumble on his lips, undoing his belt. “Husband.”
He huffs a deep laugh and I’m undoing his pants, trying to get past the Gucci belt that may as well be a Chastity belt. His tongue delves into my mouth and his hands run up my thighs.
“Wife,” he says huskily, smiling against my lips. His fingers crawl up and up and up, and he groans. “No panties then?”
I bite my lip and shake my head.
“Fuck, Lana,” he hisses and his fingers brush over my pussy, and I can feel how wet I am. “I love you.”
I lean back on my hands and my head falls back at the pleasure. “Please.”
His fingers dip inside of me and he drags them back up to my clit. I moan and his other hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up to him. His lips crash onto mine and the kiss is so sloppy and messy, I know I’ll walk out of this bathroom looking like a freshly fucked wreck, but fuck that. Who cares?
“I never want you to take off this dress,” Christian rasps against my lips.
“Christian,” I moan, biting his lip and licking his tongue. Ipull his shirt out of his pants and push his boxer briefs down. “Inside me.”
Christian’s hands are tight on my waist as he brings me down from the counter. “What?—”
He bends me over and his hands press down, making my back to arch and my eyes look up at him through the mirror. “I want you to watch me,” he husks in my ear.
I moan when his free hand lifts my gown up over my hips. His hand comes down across my ass, slapping and making my nerves tingle. I moan louder.
My fingers press hard into the granite beneath my hands and my head falls between my shoulders. “Christian.”
“Shh,” he whispers in my ear, the tip of his cock prodding my entrance. “You’re gonna take me like a good girl, Lana?”
I nod and he slams right into me, a scream escaping my throat. “Fuck!Yes.”
“Eyes open, baby,” he growls, his hand coming around my throat and forcing my head back. “I said watch me.”
With my mouth stuck open, heavy breaths and moans falling freely, I find his eyes in the mirror. The sight—his disheveled hair, dark eyes, red and swollen lips, and looking right at me. Fuck and he’s so big, he’s hitting every spot imaginable. I moan a sound mixed with pleasure and pain, feeling something missing.
Trembling, I move my arm off the counter, looking into his eyes as he pounds into me—his thumbs now pressing into the dimples of my back, hard. My hand slides down between us and I rub across my clit. “Ohh.”
