No Reservations - Megan Hart [85]
Each flash of the strobe was the only real light in the space. But it must have been enough because dancing guy turned fully to watch. She nearly came the first touch of her fingertip to her clit.
'Whoa there, I'm not going to last long as it is.'
She laughed and tipped her head back. 'A guy down there is watching. Watching me finger my dit.'
He thrust a bit harder. 'Good. Let him look and know he'll never have anything as sweet and hot as you. Makes you hot, doesn't it? Knowing he's watching you be a very—' he thrust again for emphasis '—very bad girl. Or I should say, a very good one.'
She toyed with herself, lazily sliding her middle finger along her labia, dipping inside to flick at her clit and back out again. She teased them both, knowing no matter how turned on he was, Dix wouldn't come before she did. He was a gentleman that way.
'Kate, don't make me stick my hand under there and bring you off myself. I'm dying here, which doesn't look nearly as handsome in this tux as a man who just lucked out with the woman of the century and fucked her in the middle of a room with three hundred other people in it.'
Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she found her clit again and kept the pressure, kept at it until wave after wave of pleasure hit her, her cunt contracting around Dix's cock, his cock lodging hard and deep and unloading as he came too.
When her vision cleared, the guy on the dance floor sent a bow and then turned his attention back to his friends.
Dix reeled as he poured into her. He came so hard his teeth tingled and his scalp hurt. He thanked his mother for teaching him tD always carry a handkerchief and discreetly handed it to Kate as he tucked himself back in.
She turned and looked up into his face. 'I love that you want me to be happy.'
'Come on, let's both be happy out where the food was. It's too loud in here and I want to be with you, to talk to you without shouting.'
She swayed ahead of him as the crowd parted. He kept a hand at the small of her back, feeling like a fucking king. Once they were away from the din, she hugged him again, raining kisses over his face.
'If I'd known fucking you in public would make you this affectionate and grateful, I'd have boned you months ago when we went out to get pizza.
Her mouth, that luscious mouth, curved up into a smile. 'Anything but be serious, Charles? I thought you wanted to be serious,' she teased.
I am serious, darling Kate. Serious as a heart attack. Now, I need a cigar and I want to sit, drink some good Scotch and look at you before we hook up again with Bingo and his missus.' 'He's probably still eating.'
'I doubt it. I'm wagering they found a dark corner to engage in sexual relations in as well.'
He guided her to a table near the large wrap-around balcony lining the entire length of the ballroom. A warm breeze floated in as she settled in next to him and put her head on his shoulder. 'Happy New Year, Charles Dixon,' she said softly.
He loved her most when she was like this. The Kate she rarely showed anyone else. Soft and sweet, vulnerable and wholly feminine. This was his woman stripped to the core and it was more titillating than if she'd been wearing lingerie. 'Happy New Year to you too, Katherine. You know, you were all of my resolutions last year.' 'I was?'
'I wanted to pursue something more with you than a long-distance relationship. I wanted to see you regularly. I wanted for us to be openly together. Looks like all those things happened. This time next year you'll be my wife. I'm a lucky man.'
You totally are.' She winked. 'Sweet, handsome, lucky, smart, sexy, awesome in bed, funny even. Oh you have a good job and two really great kids. One major drawback, but I'm over it. OK, I lie, I'm not over it, but I can afford to be magnanimous because your cock is in my cunt at night. Not hers.'
He wrinkled his nose. 'Thank you for everything but that image of my ex.'
She grabbed two glasses of champagne