“Should we be doing this?” I moaned as I glanced up at him.
I watched as he slipped my panties off of my ankles and pushed them into his pocket.
“I think the question should be, would we regret it if we didn’t?”
“We don’t even know each other.”
“Does that matter?” He undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his black tie slightly. “As soon as I saw you, I knew I wanted to get to know you.”
“You want to get to know me, but you don’t want me to know your name?” I wait to see if he will tell me his name. Or if this is just going to be one hot anonymous moment. Which I’m surprisingly okay with.
“No names, no questions.” He looked at me intently. “Is that okay with you?”
“It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you,” I whispered, my heart thudding.
I didn’t even know what I was saying. I just knew that I wanted him to be touching me again.
“Good,” he said simply as he grabbed my legs and spread them. “Now let me show you how I reward good girls.”
He buried his face into my pussy, and his tongue licked my clit eagerly. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips as I felt his tongue sliding inside of me. My legs clenched on his face, and I grabbed ahold of his shoulders as he moved his tongue in and out of me. I lay there with my head on the ground and my legs spread, and all I could think about was the fact that anyone could walk into the room and catch us fornicating on the ground. Though, technically, we weren’t fornicating. I had to admit, the thought both scared me and turned me on.
I had released my inner slut—or rather, Mr. Miracle Tongue had released it.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered as he slid in and out of me with speed, his tongue feeling as thick and long as some men’s dicks.
I know; I know. It’s a weird thing to think about, but he knew how to work it. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. I was pretty confident he would be dynamite in bed.
“Bite my shoulder,” he growled as I started screaming.
I did as he’d commanded and bit down on his shoulder and shirt to stop the whole church from hearing my climax. However, my neck felt slightly strained so I moved back slightly. I kissed his neck, and he groaned before pulling back and pushing me down. He kissed down my stomach and to my clit before licking up my juices and moving back up slightly, and I kissed his neck again.
“You taste so good, like honey,” he grunted against me, and I felt his fingers rubbing me gently as I moved my lips to his neck and sucked. “You’re going to leave bite marks on my neck.” His eyes peered up at me, dark with lust, and I laughed.
“I want to leave my mark on you,” I growled back at him, surprising myself with the voracity in my tone.
Where had this passionate, aggressive girl come from?I want to leave my mark on you? Who said that? Who was I turning into? Was I some sort of vampire now? Or werewolf? Or just some sad freak who said weird things?
“You’ve already left your mark on me,” he said huskily as he licked his lips. “You’ve left a lot more than your mark.”
I laughed awkwardly then. I mean, how do you not? Not when you were me. I was the awkward one. I always had been. Just because I wasn’t as awkward now, I was still awkward inside. I thought that was why I reached for his belt and undid it slowly and seductively. Well, I tried to at least. I got the button undone, but then when I got to the zipper, I had issues.
“It won’t go down,” I mumbled as I looked up to his face. I could see that he was trying to stop himself from laughing.
“Maybe because my zipper knows that if it goes down, we won’t be leaving this room for at least two hours.” He winked at me and jumped up. “And then we’ll both miss the wedding, and that wouldn’t be good, would it?”
“I guess not,” I agreed and took his offered hand and let him pull me up. I pulled my dress down and stood there in front of him, not sure what to do.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t meet up tonight.”
“Tonight?” I squeaked out, surprised at his suggestion and not knowing what to say.
That would be it then. I’d officially ended my one-year drought. I’d be having sex again. And with a hot stud. My stomach jumped for joy at the thought.
“Yes, tonight.” His voice was smooth. “You. Me. My hotel room. Champagne. Strawberries. My bed.” He cocked his head to the side and smiled. “I think you know what comes next.”
“Steak and fries?” I joked. Though a part of me was actually craving some delicious food, though I wasn’t going to tell him that. I wasn’t that stupid.
He laughed lightly. “Yeah. Steak and fries.” He pulled me toward him and kissed me gently, his fingers running through my hair. “You’ll have to teach me that move,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed the side of my face. “Are you the steak or the fries?”
