Chapter 7
I stifleda moan as Blake's tongue slid into my mouth and his arms went around me. As he pressed against me, the side of my hip bumped against the sink, reminding me that we were in the bathroom beneath the stairs.
I started to pull away, to tell Blake we needed to stop, when his hand wrapped around my thigh and inched up beneath the hem of my dress. He turned us so that my back was against the counter.
Any thoughts I had about stopping vanished from my mind as he boosted me up on the edge of the vanity and pushed my dress up around my waist. His long fingers curled around the tops of my legs, smoothing up the silky material of my thigh highs. When he felt bare skin, he pulled his mouth from mine and looked down.
"Fuck me," he muttered, staring at the bottom half of my body.
I shivered as his fingers trailed along the lacy edge of my thigh highs.
"Damn, these are sexy."
The shuddering of my body intensified when his hands reached my hips and he ran his thumbs down the center of my satin panties, grazing my clit in the process.
Clutching his shoulders, my head fell back, resting against the mirror behind me. "Blake," I breathed.
He tugged my underwear down my legs and dropped them on the floor. "God, I want to taste you," he murmured.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning as his fingers delved inside me, stroking and seeking.
"Think you can be quiet if I lick your sweet pussy?" His mouth brushed my ear as he growled the question softly.
I made a noise in the back of my throat and shook my head. There was no way in hell I wouldn't make noise and a lot of it while he went down on me.
He chuckled. It was wicked and delicious. "Maybe later, then."
Lost in the fog of lust, I didn't hear him as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I gasped when he slid inside me, smooth and deep.
"Shh," he murmured, nipping at my bottom lip. "They'll hear you."
I bit his chin in retaliation and he laughed softly. I buried my mouth against his shoulder to muffle my moans as he moved inside me. He gripped my hips hard, yanking me against him, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Black spots danced in my vision as the orgasm turned me inside out. I clawed at his back as I lost my ability to breath.
Blake's teeth sank into my neck and he growled low in his throat as he followed me over that edge.
As I returned to reality, I realized that I was a sweaty mess, my dress clinging to my body damply and my hair sticking to my neck. I was leaning against Blake's heaving chest, and his pants were down around his ankles.
We were a hot, sweaty mess.
I couldn't help it. I started giggling.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Us," I snickered. "We look like we've been shipwrecked."
My laughter subsided as he reached out and pulled a washcloth out of the small basket my aunt kept on the counter. He wet it and slowly withdrew from my body.
I shot him a grateful smile as I used the cloth to clean myself up. Blake grabbed another and straightened up as well.
After he tucked his shirt back in and made sure he was back to looking sharp and neat, Blake helped me slip my underwear back on and put myself back together.
When I glanced in the mirror I squeaked. My eye make-up was smeared a little and my hair looked like a rat's nest. "Oh my God. I'm going to have to go upstairs to fix this mess."
Blake laughed. "Okay, I'll be your shield."
He cracked open the door and, miraculously, the hallway was empty. Quickly, I followed him out of the powder room, around the corner, and up the stairs. I could hear my aunt speaking in the living room and realized she was making some sort of announcement. Her timing was perfect because it meant no one was around to see Blake and I sneak up the stairs like a pair of naughty children.
