“Oh, I don’t know, love, you always surprise me. Fuck, I don’t ever want to leave this bathroom. Any issue with not returning to the reception?” His mouth latches onto mine and I’m quickly silenced, my answer not worth a damn anyway when I can be kissed like this. The man can kiss better than anyone; I’m sure of it. I’m pressed against the wall, my bare back stinging on the cold tile as his tongue roams freely inside my mouth. He licks along my lips, pulling my tongue into his mouth and softly sucking on it before he releases it and moves down my neck.
“I’ve missed you,” I say as his mouth kisses and sucks on the top of my breasts, his hands gripping my ass and hiking up my dress. “Oh, God, I’m so wet for you.”
He growls against my chest as his hand slides up between us, running up my inner thigh and meeting the fabric of my panties. “Shit. I need to taste you before I fuck you. I’m dying here.” I’m carried over to a small leather bench that’s on the opposite side of the restroom and laid out on it, my dress quickly hiked up to reveal my white lacy panties and matching garter. “Holy fuck,” he says as he drops down to his knees and moves between my legs. The bathroom door rattles with someone’s knocking. “Go away!” he yells and I laugh at his completely flustered state. He tucks my panties into his pocket with a smirk before he delivers his first lick. “Damn, I’ve missed this. So sweet.” He hums against me, moving his face rapidly between my thighs.
“OH!” I cry out, my hands gripping his hair and holding him between my legs as he devours me like I’m his last meal. His tongue is all over me, his movements ranging from quick flicks to my clit to slow savory laps of my length. I’m not holding in my moans, my voice is echoing throughout the bathroom, but I don’t care. I want everyone to hear me. I love this man and his mouth and everything he does with it. He teases my clit and sucks on it slowly, pulling it into his mouth as he slips two fingers inside of me. I arch into him.
“I fucking love this pussy. Tell me it’s mine, Dylan.”
“It’s yours. Oh, God, Reese, I’m so close.” His fingers move in and out of me, the pace quickening as my hands tangle in his hair and I pull it hard. My back arches off the leather as he grabs my hips, his tongue rolling in my favorite rhythm. I’m whispering, pleading with him to lick me, harder, deeper, right there and he grabs my orgasm that’s his to command and pulls it out of me.
I come and scream his name, over and over until my voice is strained and my throat aches. He takes his time sucking up all of my arousal, lingering on my clit the way I like as I tremble against him. The tight grip he has on my hips is slowly lessened as he plants the softest, gentlest Reese kiss to my pussy. My breathing slows and I cover my eyes with my arm as he stands on his feet.
“Well then, that didn’t take long. How have your orgasms been without me?” His smug voice makes me giggle and I gaze up at him, hair sticking out every which way as he licks his lips.
“What orgasms?” I reply and quickly get up and switch spots with him, pushing him onto his back and making quick work of his belt. “I’m going to fuck you so hard; you’re not going to be able to walk out of here.” He smiles wickedly at me, the lines that I’ve missed so much appearing on either side of his eyes. “That okay with you?”
His pants are quickly pushed down along with his boxers and I marvel at his erection. Now, that I definitely missed. “Fine with me, love.” His hands grip my waist as I straddle him, reaching under my dress and positioning himself below me. I lock eyes with him, waiting to lower myself down.
“I love you,” I say as his hands pull down my top and reveal my breasts.
“I love you,” he replies without hesitation, his eyes flicking up from my chest and holding my stare. I quickly crash down, pulling a throaty grunt out of his throat.
“Fuck. Dylan.”
Oh, God. This. I forgot how perfect he feels in me. The way my body forms around him, molds to him like he’s made for me. Just me. I can’t move yet. I’m too caught up in the way he feels just like this and the look he’s giving me. Green eyes burning into mine with that intensity, his intensity that I’ve missed so much. He’s looking at me the way only he looks at me, the way I only ever want to be looked at by the man I’ve chosen. I chose him.