He did too. And without me.
Shaking my head, I chase these thoughts away. I don’t want to know about his girlfriends or flings or whatever. Smashing my face against his, I let heat consume me. Burn me from the inside out.
Tongues twining in mounting hunger, he explores every inch of my face and neck. I’m sure my lipstick is long gone by now, smeared around both my chin and his. I drop my head back against the cushions, begging for his mouth on my chest and neck as the music changes and soars. I care not for the lights bathing me as Vincent curls his fingers around one breast, his lips tracing my collarbone.
I moan, and he molds his body to mine. Lust coils inside me, commanding my juices to overflow, preparing me to receive him. A wave of arousal coats my panties as I press my legs together.
Vincent trails his white-hot lips down to the center of my breasts and over a mound. Torturously, he kisses his way lower over my skin, pulling the cleavage of my dress an inch by inch down.
I flare up, shooting a hand out to grip his hair, messing it, making it wild, the way I like it. Arching my back to him, I whimper, pleads amid the sound of his name, almost pressing my chest to his face.
Meeting my gaze for a moment, he shoots me a knowing grin, then pulls the right strap of my dress down my shoulder to expose a nipple. Vincent gawps at it for a long second, and I turn flustered, afraid something is wrong. As an answer to my doubts, his lips fasten around the knot a moment later. He releases a long, grave groan that resonates through his chest as he sucks me inside his mouth.
“God,” I growl, slipping down a little further. His attention to my nipple is complete, and he takes turns circling his tongue around the areola and sucking on the hardened knot. I am positively shuddering before he turns to the other breast.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pulling the other strap down and baring my torso. He feasts his eyes on me, a shiver of pride and power running through my body. “You’re so fucking hot, Hazel. I wanted you naked and sprawled on my bed instead of sneaking around in a crowded venue.” He pushes my breasts together and licks along the place they meet, looking up to meet my eyes with a heated gaze. “Fuck, I can’t even imagine what I would do if someone else got in here and saw you like this.”
My lower lip trembles as he ravishes my breasts, sucking and nibbling along the mounds as I slide even lower down the cushion. Now I’m almost lying down, and Vincent adjusts on top of me, always keeping me hidden, protected.
Shifting my legs, I hook each one to a side of his hip and buck. I need that hard length against me, inside me. He meets my every thrust with one of his own, a hard, sharp move that lands on me where I need him the most.
Vincent rises to kiss me until I run out of air. His lips never leave my body for longer than the second it takes for him to breathe. It’s like his very existence depends on touching me. On kissing me.
As if his body has missed me so hard it’s been in pain. Like mine was. And this meeting, this connection, washes everything away.
A sigh escapes me as he distances for a moment, taking a long look into my face. There’s something written across his features, and he opens his mouth a couple of times before he gives up. With a shake of his head and heartbreaking consent across his face, he dives once more, cradling my head in his hands and locking our lips.
Vincent pulls my straps up once more, and I whimper in protest. He laughs. “I won’t be able to shield you and I don’t want anybody else seeing these.”
I blink at him, watching him sitting up, the hard planes of his chest moving with his motions. “Where are you going?”
He opens a smirk as he braces his hands around my thighs. “Somewhere I’ve been dying to taste.”
Pulling my hips harshly against his own, Vincent parts my legs, bracing me up, and groans to the sight before him. My dress has ridden up around my hips, exposing my panties. If it wasn’t so dark, he’d be able to see the wet patch of my arousal.
Bending, Vincent runs his nose along my covered cleft, his breath making me groan in lust. My clit pulsates with how hard I want him to touch it, my hands curling in fists to my sides.
“You smell fucking incredible,” he groans against my pussy and I almost miss the words over the sound of the music, even if it’s duller back here.
I want to make a joke to let him know I’m not anxious at all. Ask him if he wants to taste me. Flirt a little. But my brain has shut down, my entire focus pinned to the center of my body as he kneads at my thighs and spreads me wider.
Vincent kisses the inner part of a leg, then the other. He approaches the crotch of my panties and breathes me in until I’m arching my back and rolling my hips against his nose, seeking friction. Fuck, I’m so bothered I’m sure it won’t take long for him to take me over the edge. My peeked nipples rub against the coarse cloth of my dress and I fight the urge to play with them.
Vincent would be amused. Maybe he’d even stop the teasing and just fuck me.
It’s hella dangerous. Anyone could see us. But it feels amazing.
Hooking a finger around the hem of my panties, he pulls it out of the way, my pussy lips blooming under his hungry scrutiny. Eyes on me, his mouth still close, every breath he releases sends a shiver down my spine, increasing the lust pooling between my legs. I feel my juices running down, coating me.
He swallows hard, then sticks his tongue out and laps along my center.
I almost explode. Heat blazes inside me so fast I cry out, my arms moving on their own to fist his smooth hair. My thighs lock around his shoulders, and Vincent grips them tighter as he dives in me. He tongues me, gulping my juices and groaning to the taste on his lips.
His beard scratching along my inner thighs, I moan unabashedly, not caring for the strap of my dress slowly running down my shoulder, revealing more than it should. I circle my hips, meeting his face, delighting in the motions around my clit. Vincent flicks his tongue, one of his hands shifting so he can hem a finger around the rim of my entrance.
I jerk and moan, thrash, my muscles tensing. Nothing else in the world matters as he strokes the flat of his tongue along my clit, then fastens his lips around the knot of nerves and sucks for dear life.
There’s no way out. I climb that wave, riding his face, covering his beard and nose in my arousal without an inch of care. Vincent slides a finger inside me, pumps for a moment, then, judging how close I am from an orgasm, slides a second one.
He stretches me deliciously, and the wave I had just been climbing seems to increase. To become starker, brighter, more powerful.
“Fuu--“ The syllable drops from my lips and I’m unable to finish the expletive. Light pops on the back of my lids. I ride his face with frenzied thrusts. “Yes yes yes...”
My muscles clamp down around his fingers. Vincent knows me so fucking well it’s like he had a freaking manual on his bedside table all along. He tilts his wrist and curls the fingers inside me at the same time he sucks at my clit with special attention.
He sends me spiraling over the edge, my heart soaring.
Vincent breaks every single wall and every single fear inside me. My brain explodes inside my skull, and I bellow. Pleasure rocks and crashes over me, and I float through it. I dig my nails into the sensation and let it take me, blind me, kill me. As if I’ve been holding everything inside for so, so long, and just now I’ve noticed it.
I sigh as I come down, trembling, my body plopping down. With a shred of attention, I notice Vincent covering me, readjusting the strap of my dress first, then running a hand over his face.