Page 89 of Playing A Risk
His hands explore my curves, and he moans. “Damn, beauty. I’ve missed touching your perfect body.”
He unzips the back of my dress, pulling it down, along with my black bustier corset. My stomach does a somersault.
He takes my hard nipple into his mouth as I tug on his tie. He loosens it for me as I frantically unbutton his shirt so I can see his chiseled abs.
Gripping the hem of my dress, he drags it up and over my hips, exposing my black thigh-highs and garter belt. He stops and his gaze drops.
“You have no panties on. Are you trying to kill me?” His voice is rough and strained.
“That’s far from my intention.”
I reach for his belt and rip it through the loops as I find his lips. His hands run over my skin and cause chills to scatter. Wetness coats me as I get his pants undone. I grind my most sensitive spot against his straining, hard length.
He holds my head as he kisses me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. His other hand glides between us, makingenough space to circle my clit. As soon as his fingertips touch me, I jerk into his hand and whimper.
It’s been way too long—months since I’ve had sex—and I’m going out of my mind. This is taking place in response to a week of frustrating buildup. I pull away and bring my dress up higher as he works his pants down, giving him more exposure and freeing his balls.
My chest rises and falls so fast I’m dizzy. My heart pounds hard when he grabs my thighs and slides me closer to him.
“Beauty, I’m right where I need to be to take you right now.” He swallows. “But we’ve got to stop.”
I raise my hips higher, aligning my opening with his tip. My eyes hook with his so he understands I’m doing this with full consent. I make a slight adjustment and ease him inside of me.
His heated eyes widen. “Are you sure? Without a condom?”
I nod. “I want this, so don’t stop. We can talk about why later. Okay?”
He thrusts deeper in response, stretching me in a forgotten surprise. I toss my head back and suck in a breath as we find our perfect rhythm. He feathers kisses across my breasts as his hands direct my hips to the right pace and friction.
Minutes of him slipping and sliding in and out of me have me pushing down onto him more, deeper and harder. He hasn’t forgotten how to get me to respond. Building pressure begins to mount as I kiss him hard beneath the promise of a much-needed release.
One song plays, then another, and another as we take turns staring into each other’s eyes and kissing fervently like we’ve just discovered one another. Panting and moaning, we try to keep our sounds below the music so we don’t get caught. That thought only takes me to the brink.
“Hunter, I’m going to come.” I breathe into the nape of his neck.
“Fuck, beauty. I’m right there with you.” He finds my lips and we rock together.
Moments later, I cry into his mouth, moans of blinding satisfaction as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through every cell in my body. He pushes deeper into me, grunts, then stills so I can feel the intensity of his orgasm rip through him and into me.
He pulls me to him as he buries his face into my chest. I slowly thrust over him, milking every last drop of his cum. When he spasms under me, telling me he’s overly sensitive now, I stop.
We take another full song to work ourselves back into the room. He drops his head back so he can find my gaze. His eyelids droop half-open and his face relaxes.
“Beauty, that was better than I could’ve ever imagined. Skin-to-skin like that. You’ve ruined me for life.”
“It was something special.” I lean forward and gently kiss his lips.
He glances around. “If you grab my tux jacket off the floor, you can use my pocket handkerchief to clean up. It’s not much, but it will help until you get to the restroom.”
“That would be appreciated. When I chose not to wear underwear tonight, it wasn’t for this reason. It was for simplicity’s sake. Plus, Melanie said I had way too many lines going on through my dress.”
He laughs. “Remind me to thank her later.”
“I’ll do that once we’re back at the hotel. Knowing her, she’ll say something to someone about what we just did and embarrass the hell out of me.”
He smirks. “Are you embarrassed by having mind-blowing sex with me in an opera booth?”
“No, but I don’t want the entire party to know about it.” I smile down at him.
