Page 153 of Fall I Want
We lick the salt and shoot back the liquid before biting into the lime.
“Eh. I think I’m getting too old for that.” Autumn does a little wiggle and I notice her nipples at full attention. I swallow hard, my eyes sliding back to hers as the band introduces my dad and Silvia. We watch them dance together as husband and wife, smiling and laughing. My dad kisses and spins her around and it warms my heart.
Autumn gulps the other drink. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I whisper in her ear.
There is a massive line at the bar as most attendees dance to the slow song that plays out.
She turns to me, running her fingers into my hair. I lean into her, kissing her arm.
“Will you dance with me?”
“Always.”
She finishes her drink and I lead her to the middle of the room. With my hands resting on her hips, we lose ourselves in a sea of people. Some faces are familiar, but many aren’t. We slowly dance together and my eyes flutter closed as our mouths drift together.
“Fuck,” I growl against Autumn’s mouth, growing desperate. Fairy lights overhead cast enough brightness for me to see the desire in her eyes.
“Come on.” She takes my hand, leads me down the hallway, and opens a storage room full of extra decorations. Immediately, she locks the door and I push her against it.
“Now who was prepared?” I ask. Our lips crash together as waves of passion take us under.
“Me,” she says, thrusting her fingers through my hair as I desperately lift her dress, sliding my fingers between her legs. No panties. She removes her dress. No bra, either.
“Very prepared.” I obsessively eye fuck her perfect body as I unzip, remove my coat jacket, unbutton my pants, and step out of them. I lift Autumn’s leg, holding it upright as I slam inside of her warm, wet pussy.
“Yes. Zane,” she moans out, and I slam my mouth into hers.
I whisper in her ear, thrusting deep into her tight cunt. “Shh. Don’t want anyone to hear me fuck your brains out.”
“I don’t care,” she hisses as I pump into her, hard. Autumn is so fucking tight for me. I think I see stars. With a firm hand, I grab herass, jerking her against my hips, filling her greedy little pussy with every ounce of force I can muster.
She kisses me and steadies herself with her back pressed on the door, pinching and twisting her perky little nipples. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she greedily chases that orgasm, the one I’ve been thinking about giving her since we arrived.
“That’s all you have?” she quips, and I guide her over to the table. With one sweep of an arm, the extra decorations are on the floor. I press her titties onto the cool wood and fuck her from behind, giving it to her how she wants—hard and slow.
She arches her body and I reach out, rubbing gentle circles on her clit.
“Zane,” she hisses.
“Mm. Can’t take any more?” I ask, continuing, noticing her pre-cum on my cock. My girl is so horny, so fucking turned on, and I love teasing her when she’s this close. Her breathing increases and she rocks against me.
“Fuck me,” she begs.
“Did you say stop?” I try to pull away, but she grabs my wrist and moves my hand back to her.
“I’m dripping wet for you,” she says.
“You always are.” I pull away, dropping to my knees and devouring her pussy from behind. Sliding my tongue from her clit to her deep hole to her ass. Her precum is on my tongue, and each time her moans increase, I slightly pull back, edging my girl until I’m ready for her to come.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, and I do as she requests, taking her from behind with my thumbs digging into her waist.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She seizes, her pussy clenching against me, and then she squirts all over my cock and the floor, screaming out my name. I slap her ass. “Good fucking girl.”
She inhales ragged breaths, gripping the table’s edge as I increasemy pace. I’m so fucking close, and any second I will lose control. Autumn rocks her hips, creating more pressure, then I slam deep inside her, filling her full.
I collapse onto her, trying to come down from my high as I throb inside of her. We stay connected for minutes, and I soak in her.
Up-tempo music quietly drifts into our little slice of heaven, breaking the spell and reminding us we’re not, in fact, the only people in the world. The reception is still going. We’ve been gone for too long. But I’m not sure anyone will notice.
