She pulls a face. “No chance.”
I push mine away because there is no way I can be polite and eat them. I can stomach some things that I’m not all that keen on, but prawns aren’t one of them.
Leaning close to Mara’s ear, I whisper, “You could suck the sauce off like you used to do as a kid.”
She turns to face me, and whispers back, “I’d rather be sucking on something else.” Her breath caresses my lips in the process.
And that’s all it takes to get my blood rushing straight to my groin. As I lengthen in anticipation of having her mouth on me again for longer than a few seconds, my eyes narrow.
She has the upper hand right now, but remembering the slit in her skirt she isn’t going to have it for much longer.
Slipping my hand under the cloth, I place my palm on her thigh and smile when I hear the breath catch in her throat in a kind of gurgling, choking noise.
“Are you alright, Mara?” Matt asks.
“Yes. Fine. Just a bit warm.”
Taking a handful of her dress, I tune out her conversation with him and sigh when my hand finally comes into contact with flesh. I slowly move my hand closer and closer to the heat I know will be waiting for me and when I finally make contact she hisses through her teeth as I pause.
She isn’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. Fuck me! As I slide my finger down between her nether lips, she opens her legs for me and I feel how wet she is, nearly coming on the spot. Coating my fingers in her essence, I dip inside her and feel the walls of her sex quivering around my fingers as I add another one.
My dick is trying to punch through my slacks and as I glance down to Mara’s breasts her nipples are rock hard buds against the silk material of her dress. I need to taste her. I need to be on my knees between her legs with my mouth buried in her pussy.
Suddenly pushing my hand away, she gets to her feet, and whispers, “Follow me. NOW.”
My brows nearly reach my hairline. How the fuck does she expect me to walk? But the promise of her naked flesh makes me think to hell with this so as soon as the lights dip again, I quickly make my way towards the restrooms.
Chapter Seventeen
Mara
The restrooms here are more like hotel suites and are laid out individually, which is so to my advantage right now. My only excuse for my behavior is Donovan. He’s awakened something inside me…not something, I know exactly what it is…he’s awakened my sexual appetite. I’m an eighteen-year-old virgin and can’t keep my hands off my boyfriend. I love teasing him and watching him react to my closeness or even just my smile directed at him.
When I chose the dress I’m wearing tonight, I’d chosen it with him in mind. At the time I had no plans to seduce him though—those plans just appeared in my head the minute I’d seen the lust clear on his face. My dress doesn’t allow for underwear so that had been an added bonus.
Hearing footsteps outside, I crack the door open slightly and see Donovan appear in my line of sight. As he gets closer, I reach out and pull him into the room. He slams the door shut and shoves the lock into place. We’re alone.
I move to rest against the vanity, facing him. My eyes travel back and forth over him, but keep getting pulled back to his hips where there is an impressive bulge behind his zipper.
“You are driving me insane,” he growls, cupping his length through the material of his slacks.
I gulp watching him touch himself. The throb between my legs is growing to unbearable proportions.
Without moving my eyes from his, I reach under my arm for the zipper to my dress and slowly pull it down, catching the material as it moves away from my breasts. When the zipper stops, I lift the material from around my neck and then let the dress pool at my feet before bending down to pick it up to lay it over the chair. After all, I’ll have to put it back on afterwards.
Donovan is speechless in front of me as he takes in my nakedness with fuck-me shoes still on my feet. I’m not oblivious to his reaction and feel a desperation to have his twitching dick in my hands. I didn’t think he could get any bigger but he lengthens and widens before my eyes. It’s a wonder his zipper hasn’t burst.
Taking two steps forward, I drop to my knees and make quick work of opening his slacks only to hear him hiss between his teeth as I circle his girth with one hand and reach to massage his sack with the other. His slacks drop around his ankles while he tosses his jacket, tie and shirt onto the chair with my dress.
His hands massage my shoulders as he goes tense when I lick him from root to the leaking head of his dick—more pre-cum leaking out the more I lick him.
While I’m pleasuring him, I’m aching badly for him to touch me, which he can’t do if I’m on my knees at his feet. I let him fall from my mouth after one powerful suck, and hold my hand out for him to help me up, which he does.
Standing close to him, I massage him down to his balls before pushing him between my legs. He’s so long that I can feel him rubbing against my backside as well.
He drops his forehead against mine and grips my hips in a tight hold as his breathing accelerates.
> “I need to be inside you.”