Page 60 of All the Promises We Break

Standing nearly nose-to-nose in a calm before the storm, we begin in a slow dance. Hayley’s hands tug and pull on the lapels of my tuxedo. My hands slide up her arms stopping only to grip at first her elbows, then her shoulders, and pausing to hold on to the sides of her neck.

“I thought you were mad at me,” I tell her.

“I am,” she responds.

I can feel her pulse beneath my fingers. I take this both as an indicator and a challenge. My lips begin an introduction to her skin by ghosting across her right shoulder. Her sigh is an intoxicating mixture of the tequila we just had and that rare feeling of the first that’s about to happen between us.

I let my lips taste her skin on both sides of her halter neck. Hayley shivers beneath my palms. Tilting her head back in my hands, I kiss the delicate notch beneath her throat in a gentle descent to the swell of her breasts. The mist that’s come over her skin, is calling me to do every dirty thing I’ve ever done with her and do them all over again.

Hayley backs us up so we connect with the edge of the desk. Even in her heels, her forehead barely reaches my chin. I gently lift her up to rest on the cherrywood surface. My lips continue their exploration of the ivory skin I coveted earlier in my pissing match with her other would-be date for the night.

Her soft pants are only broken by one of them catching in her throat. I’ve stayed away from her lips by choice. I know that if I have one taste of them, I won’t be able to control myself. I have this fleeting fear she will stop us and say this is all a mistake. That fear leaves nearly as quickly as it came.

In the split second my concentration breaks, she slides her hands away from my jacket to disappear under her dress and slide her lace off and over her killer heels and straight into my jacket pocket. I exhale into her ear once my brain processes what she’s just done. “You have no idea what you’re in for.”

“I hope I know.”

Four simple words. Four syllables. One dare. One clear consent.

Hayley’s fingers draw abstract designs on my neck then slide into my hair with a gentle tug. That was the equivalent of releasing the brake and going full throttle. I pull her lips to mine and we begin a battle. The battle is for who wants this more.

I can feel something from her that I’ve needed to push away for a long time. It’s a feeling that isn’t just carnal. While our overwhelming desire in the moment may be, this isn’t just a fuck for me. I know it.

Her lips are still one of the softest things I’ve ever tasted. It’s the first bite of a ripe peach on a hot summer day. The sweet sugar from our connection is all I want. I hold her head in my hands as we both compete for the air between us. Her soft gasps equate in quiet groans that come from my core.

Hayley’s hands grab for the buckle on my belt and undo it with such hurried ease. I feel my zipper pass over the lack of room inmy trousers as I slide a hand under the sheer cover of her dress. As I hit her center with my fingers, she freezes for a split second, followed by a shiver that runs to her feet, which pulls me in closer to her.

She frees me in an abandon and guides us to a near connection. Her hands leave my throbbing cock as they slide under my jacket to my back. I can feel her legs shaking. Hayley’s barely holding on in anticipation. I don’t want to make us wait any longer.

I slowly press deep inside her. Her body rounds into my hands as she rests her cheek on my shoulder once more. I can feel the pads of her fingers press deeper into my dress shirt. If I were the type of person who would bruise easily, I would have ten imprints tattooed across my back.

We fit perfectly… more perfect than I could have thought possible. I pump in a slow rhythm. Each push and pull is a quest to not revert to the first times I had sex. I don’t want this over before we both get what we want and need.

Hayley’s slow breaths become more frequent and higher pitched. Her lips move from next to my ear where I can listen and appreciate every single noise she makes. She begins to taste me instead. Her lips devour mine. I can feel her matte red lipstick pressing against my mouth.

Those lips.

My slow pace becomes more frenzied. My hips push against her. The shortened draws in and out of her are more than I can stand. I realize quickly what her body is telling me. Her mouth is taking mine to quiet herself. The grip on my back tightens. Her thighs tense and shake.

That’s it. Come in my arms. “Come for me, Hayley.”

Her body ceases motion but her cries vibrate through my lips. Her delicate frame coming that hard breaks my own resolve. Ipull her tight to me as if we were in a dance where I’d want everyone to know she’s mine by the possession I hold.

We stayed pressed together for I don’t know how long. Time seems to have stopped, become irrelevant or both. Hayley rests her head on my shoulder. Her long neckline is left exposed to me. I create a pattern of slow kisses over her pink glowing ivory skin. “Are you okay?” I ask her.

After what feels like a long pause, she responds. “I’m not sure how I am.”

“Are you physically okay?”

Hayley pulls her head off my shoulder to press her forehead against me. Her beautiful golden brown eyes stare into mine. I can see a small smile come across her lips. “That was fucking amazing.”

“No pun intended right?”

Her giggle. Until now, it was that of the little girl I’d always known. This time, it was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. “No, but it works all the same. Should we get you put back together? You have that just-fucked look about you.”

“You do too.” I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “But it looks good on you.”

We finally gain a little distance and as Hayley is fixing my tie, I’m tucking my shirt back in and fixing my belt. Reality begins to set in a number of ways. I just had sex at my best friend’s wedding with his little sister, who I’ve known most of her life. I have no clue what it means or know if I care at this point.

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