Below us the party keeps going through the glass. I can hear the sound system through the walls, distant bass, muffled.
Every system I have is telling me to step back. To let go.
I pull her to me and kiss her instead.
It’s a messy kiss. All teeth and hunger. My hand goes to the back of her head, I tilt her face up and she opens for me immediately, no hesitation, her arms lifting to cross behind my neck, her body pressing in.
The dress falls, pooling at her feet, and I can feel her naked skin against my chest.
I start to walk her backwards without lifting my mouth from hers and she goes with me, her hands still in my hair, until her back hits the glass.
She tears her mouth from mine. "William—"
I pull back just enough. I can hear her breathing, fast and unsteady. I take her face in both hands and wait for her eyes to find mine.
"It's reinforced glass." I reassure her. "I will never put you in a position where you can get hurt."
She looks at me. Then she nods in acceptance. In surrender.
I kiss her again. Slower this time. My hands move from her face to her neck and down, along her collarbone, the curve of her breast. I take her nipple between my fingers and twist, she arches into me with a sharp exhale. I move my mouth to the other one. Bite. Then soothe it with my tongue until she isshaking. Her hands come up and hold my head to her and I can feel her trembling, small and constant.
I can feel myself leak precum so I rub against her seeking relief. Her hands are in my back, caressing my scars and then lower, on my ass pulling me into her.
I slide my hand slowly down her stomach.
I pull her sexy panties to the side, finding her hot and ready. Her breath catches when I touch her. I touch her clit with slow and deliberate circles, and watch her tip her head back against the glass. I slide my fingers lower, collecting her wetness, bring it back to her clit again and press hard.
"William—"
I can feel her breath faltering. She is gasping and I can feel that she is almost there. I take my mouth from her nipple and bite her neck hard while I press my thumb in her clit. She explodes in my arms.
She comes gripping my shoulders. I watch every second of it. Her eyes are dazed and she is out of breath.
But I’m a greedy bastard and I want more.
I give her a breath. Then I go to my knees.
With one movement I rip the panties out of her, hook her leg on my shoulder and start to eat her.
"William, I can't—"
I look up at her. She is staring down at me, flushed and undone and still trying to argue.
I take my mouth of her just enough to say, "You can." I hold her eyes for one second. "You're mine now."
Then I put my mouth on her again.
She stops arguing.
Her heel presses into my back and I don't care. That’s a scar I will wear proudly. I work my tongue against her pushing two fingers inside her. Her breathing breaks apart into short sharp sounds. I curl my fingers inside her. Feel her clench. I build thepace between my mouth and my hand stiffening my tongue to lick her clit with long strokes, and when I seal my lips around it and suck she comes again, hard. She makes a surprised sound, almost like she wasn’t expecting it.
I stand up and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my mouth.
I’m so hard that I feel dizzy
I turn her around and she splays her hands on the glass. The party is right below us, a few hundred people, talking, drinking, oblivious. I press behind her, take her ponytail in my fist and pull back until her head comes to my shoulder so I can put my mouth to her ear.
"I'm going to fuck you now. Hard. And you're going to come on my cock."
