“This is going to be for me,” he tells me, massaging my clit, slipping his fingers in and out of me in a perfect rhythm. “You can tell me what you want later.” He uses his other hand to rip the top of my dress down, and I thank myself for not wearing a bra when he puts the tip of my breast in his mouth. My dress has been reduced to a band around my waist, I notice, when I see us in the mirror above the sink.
Elias gets down on one knee, a twisted proposal, lifting one of my legs and throwing it over his shoulder. He looks at my pussy with awe. “This is really what I wanted for dinner,” he tells me, before licking a long stripe up the middle.
It’s almost unfair how good he is at this, tongue and teeth snaking through every inch of my center with the confidence he usually carries himself with. I’ve never had better. No one even comes close to comparison, and he knows it, with the way his green eyes gleam up at me through thick eyelashes.
I swallow a scream. I’m torn between looking down at his mouth sucking on my clit and looking at the two of us in the mirror, my leg thrown over his broad back. My eyes go back and forth between the two sights but then squeeze shut when he slides two thick fingers in.What do I do with my hands?!, I think vaguely, then decide to thread them through Elias’s hair so I can pull at it when I come. Which happens… immediately.
Light bursts behind my closed eyelids, and I detonate. It’s vicious and insane, and my back arches with the force of it, waves and waves of pleasure only increasing as I grind down on Elias’s tongue and fingers.
Elias stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and for some reason he’s saying, “Fuck, I really don’t want the first time I fuck you to be in a fucking public bathroom,” even while moving me over to the sink and putting my hands on the mirror and bending me over. It’s then that I realize that I’ve been babbling some semblance of “fuck me, please,” over and over again.
I watch him in the mirror, and I look so tiny in front of his giant body looming behind mine. It takes him half a second to yank his wallet out of his pocket, throwing it on the floor after he takes out a condom, another half a second to rip the wrapper open with his teeth, and another half a second to unzip his pants and pull his dick out. I squeak as he rolls the condom on, panicking because there’s no way that thing is going to fit.
He seems confident that it will, because he wastes no time pushing into me, carefully, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, and it’s immediately too much, too much, too much.
“You can take it,” Elias murmurs into my ear, gently sawing his hips back and forth and resting his head on my shoulder. Finally, maybe hours later, he’s seated to the hilt. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone this big, thisthickbefore.
“Oh god. Oh, no. Oh, wow,” he’s muttering.
“So full,” I whisper.
“So good,” he groans between clenched teeth, at the same time. “What the fuck is this? What the fuck is happening?”
He gives me a second to adjust, and we lock eyes in the mirror. We have a Moment with a capital M, and it’s in a public bathroom.Elias Miller is inside me right now, I think vaguely, and I’d bet he’s thinking something similar. We’re a mess, our eyes indeed black orbs, our hair everywhere, his mouth still wet from minutes ago, my tits red with marks and obscenely hanging over the top of my dress. He looks down between us.
“Unreal,” he says. “I wish you could see this,” he says, starting to move. “My big dick fucking your tight pussy.”
He’s slow at first, clearly admiring the sight, which works for me, because I can feel every inch this way, and he’s so deep I can almost feel him in my throat. “You feel incredible, Gorgeous. Fuck. Look at you,” he’s grunting between thrusts. “Knew it would be like this.”
He adjusts his angle behind me, and now my toes in my heels are barely brushing the floor, my weight almost entirely suspended by his hips. We both moan at the new feeling, and that’s when Elias loses control.
He lifts one of my knees onto the counter, thrusting more violently, muttering increasingly filthy things into my ear. One massive hand is suddenly on my boob, using it to propel me backwards onto his dick, and his other hand reaches around me and starts rubbing tight circles around my clit.
I’m gasping for air at this point, my orgasm creeping up slowly this time, starting at the base of my back, and I know it’s going to be huge and violent. “I’m close,” I manage.
“I feel it,” Elias answers, and he takes that opportunity to start slamming into me.
It slowly crawls up my spine and locks into place when Elias pinches my clit and grunts, “You’re mine, Mia,” into my ear.
I think I bite Elias’s hand, which is now covering my mouth, presumably to stifle my scream. I scream anyway, and I’m shuddering, shaking, flying, and floating away. His thrusts become uneven, and on three, two, one, he groans the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and he’s so big that I feel him pulsing and emptying into me.
His huge chest expands and contracts with the way he tries to catch his breath, and he still gathers me into his arms for a cuddle as best he can while we stand hovering over a bathroom sink. I don’t think I can speak, or stand without him holding me up, and he kisses up and down my neck, telling me how beautiful I am, how well I did.
Maybe seconds or hours later, he makes sure both my feet are planted on the ground before pulling out of me. I’m still in a daze as he tosses the condom in the trash, zips himself up, and turns me around to fix my dress, kissing me deeply, our tongues firmly in each other’s mouths.
“Wow,” is the first and the only thing I say.
He grins down at me, my favorite thing, but something about it is different, warmer somehow, and I radiate Big Swooning Energy. “An addendum to this wining and dining lesson—I’m the only one who’s ever allowed to fuck you in the restaurant bathroom.”
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The bathroom was probably a good thing, I think, as we calmly walk hand in hand into our hotel room, turning the lights on when we get there. We don’t have to be animals anymore. We can take our time and take it slow and gentle, which is its own kind of magic.
We undress each other deliberately, our tongues almost lazily tangling together. I hate and love how insanely good he is at everything, at all of this, kissing included, his tongue knowing where to meet mine at every turn and the angle at which best to slide. I peel his shirt off, and I can finally taste his skin and run my fingers across all the ridges and dips and divots of his muscled torso. My dress comes next, and his hands are all over me, too, the size of both of his hands spanning my entire back, pressing me into him so my tits are pushed against his chest, massaging my ass and spreading the lips of my already wet center.
I work the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down while he’s distracted by my neck. I pull his boxers and jeans down and off in one go, his erection rock hard and bobbing free. I take it in my hand and it’s comical and almost too porny, the size of it against my palm. His breath stutters. He rests his forehead on mine and we watch together as I trace every vein and the ridge at the head, stroking up and down.
“Will you tell me what to do?” I ask tentatively.
