“You’ve already done that,” I whispered, heart pounding and voice pitched low with desire.
He pulled away from me, a flash of something new in his eyes, but then it was gone again, as quickly as it had appeared. And he kissed me hard and deep, his tongue in a waltz with mine for so long that I came away from it gasping for air, yet desperate to suffocate again.
He turned our bodies, switching positions with me until my back was to the cushioned bench, before pushing me back gently so my body bounced against the houndstooth patterned pillows. We were too high for the world to see us through the stained-glass windows and the light danced a rainbow across my skin as he pulled the dress straps down my shoulders to release my breasts. The silky material pooled around my waist and his mouth found my right nipple, sucking it in between his lips and working it feverishly. His other hand kneaded my left breast and then pinched its nipple between two fingers to squeeze so hard I cried out and bucked against his body atop me.
His lips kissed down, across every inch of skin exposed by the revealing dress; he made his way to my more intimate parts, dipping fingers between my lips and spreading them before ducking his head against me to lick in circular motions across my clit. I shuddered, a surge of wetness releasing as he worked me into a frenzy. He pushed two fingers into me as he continued licking and sucking, the teasing of an orgasm beginning to wave over and over again yet refusing to crest into the satisfaction I’d come to expect from him.
He knew just when to slow down, just when to pull away enough to keep me from coming. He held me on a knife's edge; I was frantic with need and desperate to tip over to the other side.
“God, don’t stop. I’m so close,” I begged as he slowed his movements again. I reached down, gripping his hair and pushing his mouth harder against me, urging him to lap at me more deeply, needing the friction of his skillful tongue and fingers.
“You’ll come when I want you to,” he replied with authority, his warm breath pulsing against my clit.
His fingers pumped in and out of me and his tongue flicked and taunted my body, teasing me for control.
When he rocked back on his knees, he swiped his forearm across his damp mouth, hooded eyes glued to my face. He rubbed up and down his shaft, his cock hard and ready again. His hand dipped into his pants pocket and came back into view with a metallic square; he ripped it open and rolled the condom over himself.
“You want this?” He stood up fingers curved around his dick as he watched me carefully.
I nodded, licking my lips in anticipation of him pushing into me. Not with fingers or tongue anymore, but with his thick, long cock. He’d stretch me wide and set my body on fire as he controlled me, owning me, claiming my body for his needs.
“Say it,” he commanded, leaning down to press his palms against the bench on either side of my head. The tip of his dick brushed gently, teasing my wet, warm, most intimate parts and making me writhe against the pillows.
“I want it. I wantyouinside me.” I covered my face as I said the words, embarrassment rushing through me and making my cheeks burn.
“Look at me. You’re not allowed to hide.” He gripped my wrists and moved my hands to reveal my face.
Our eyes locked, I felt him move his hips, gyrating in slow motion to brush up and down my pussy. And then he was pressing between my lips. And I was so slick that he didn’t need to encourage his dick to slip between the folds and find my opening. He moved his hips forward, making it slow, inch by inch, until our bodies met in a hot, damp, slap of skin.
After that, it was like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His control slipped away, and he shoved in and pulled out of me like a relentless storm. I groaned, each stroke ripping pleasure from my body. Pangs of near orgasm shot through my limbs. I could feel the undercurrent of a scream-inducing wave beginning to build, nearing tsunami level, as Alexander’s thumb pushed between my body and rubbed at my clit.
The dual sensations were too much, and the wave crested, miles high, then sent me crashing down to earth as my body shook uncontrollably and I screamed, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep the noise from traveling to lower levels of the building.
Alexander groaned, hips shoving against my body and this time not pulling back away. He came again, as yet another orgasm rocked through my oversensitive body.
He gripped either side of the seating, his breathing coming in ragged pants as he came back down from his orgasm, his dick softening inside of me as my body continued to pulse around him.
“If you carry on like that, I may not be able to let you go back to dinner, Marisha,” he said, his voice raw and throaty. I blushed harder, unable to stop my body from gripping his and he smiled. Leaning down, he pushed my hair back from my shoulders. “We have to get back,” he finally said, his muscular stomach pressed against my much softer one as he held me. Every now and then his mouth would nip at my skin as if he’d take a round three if he could.
“I can’t act normal… not after this,” I spoke throatily, weakness permeating every inch of me.
“You have to,” he rebuked, finally standing up to rip off the condom and dress.
“Easy for you to say,” I stared at him, watching the way his muscles flexed as he pulled up his pants. “I don’t even know if I can walk.”
As if to prove my point, I stood up from the bench, instantly swaying. Alexander reached for me, pulling me into an embrace as my dress fell down my legs and settled into place as if nothing had happened.
“You seem to have a problem with walking after sex, Marisha,” he smirked, pushing hair out of my face again and giving me an intensely smoldering look.
“No more,” I said quickly, legs shaking and feeling new tingles of expectation from my body, like I’d been too hungry for too long and now that I’d been fed, I’d never be sated. “How long have we been gone?” I pushed away from him, pulling my dress straps back up on my shoulders and cringing when I spied the tiniest snag in the sheer material keeping the plunging neckline from being too slutty for Evelina Vasiliev’s approval.
Alexander shrugged, as if doing this in secret didn’t really matter to him. Maybe it was less of a concern for him. He was royalty, his indiscretions would be forgiven. He’d survive us being discovered.
I wouldn’t.
“We really should get back.” I ran my hands through my hair, feeling anxious now. I hadn’t made the mistake of wearing it up this time. The loose curls fell back into place, sleek and shiny. The silk of the dress didn’t hold wrinkles and shook out easily. I was presentable. “I’ll go first.”
I walked away from Alexander, resisting the urge to look behind me, because if I did, I might run back to him. I took the elevator this time, as it was faster, and it gave me more time and a mirrored surface to check my lipstick. I tried to focus on my breathing, slow down my heartbeat, so I could return to the table without looking disheveled.
