Five minutes later, my dress is falling off, and I'm pressed up against the wall. There's too many people lounging around the house or sleeping, so we sneak downstairs, into the basement.
Dad's wine cellar is always locked. Thank god, or else we'd probably find a few partiers down here, drunk and passed out in a puddle of thousand dollar booze.
We've got to be careful with all the bottles. There's a granite counter with a sink in the center, and that's where Chris makes me perch, tearing off my dress as he sucks at my neck.
“Come on. You can go faster than that. Get me naked.” I rake my nails across his chest, so overwhelmed with need. “I have to feel you inside me.”
Holy shit. It's like I'm in heat, and all I can think about is that dragon on his chest swaying while he fucks me, the trident moving across his muscular canvas like a lightning bolt.
“Working on it. I'm doing you a courtesy, babe, trying not to shred this fancy dress that's had my cock throbbing all night. We're gonna be doing this again.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Who cares?” I hook my legs around his hips and run them along his strong ass, begging to feel him. Right now, I wouldn't give a crap if he tore it off me. “I'm a trust fund girl, you know, and a really kickass bargain shopper.”
He stops, looks at me, and grins. “Suit yourself.”
His powerful hands reach behind me and my mouth falls open as I hear the shearing sound of fabric. He completely tears my dress off, and flings it on the floor, moving his hands to my bra and panties next.
They're gone in a half a heartbeat. I'm trying to work on him too, but my fingers keep trembling like a prom girl's. I'm just too damned horny to get more than a few buttons off.
He moves his hands over mine, helps me do it quicker. The princely military suit he's been wearing all evening opens up and reveals the bad boy underneath. His inks fill my eyes, stamped on every rock hard inch of him. The delicious contrast between gentleman and bastard in his body makes my pussy tingle, and I help shove his jacket completely off him.
“All these wines,” he growls, taking a quick look around. “Shame all I wanna taste in this damned room's right in front of me.”
Without another word, he drops down, grabs my ass, and pulls me to his mouth. I'm clenching at the non-existing sheets the instant his tongue slides up my folds, picking up where his fingers left off, before rising to my clit.
“Chris!” I squeal, hoping the thick glass door sealing this room can contain us.
I'm amazed once again how quickly he unravels me. My muscles limber up, then tighten as the pleasure mounts, bound by his tongue smacking my clit again and again and again.
His green eyes are gazing up at me the entire time too. He pulls me tighter, halfway off the counter. Holding me up with his rough hands, he forces me to ride his face, introducing a whole new pleasure.
I should've gotten used to his tongue working its magic in Vegas. Or if not, then certainly all the weeks we've been fucking, but it still feels brand new, something I'll never stop wanting like it's our very first time.
He licks me deep, building to a crescendo, playing the tension in my body like a master conductor. My hips buck against his face as he growls and holds me down. The great wave I know all too well every time I'm with him rises up and swallows me whole.
Fire. Pleasure. Climax.
I come hard and cry out, digging my nails into his head, holding him so hard against my pussy I'm afraid he's going to suffocate.
Thankfully, SEALs are too tough to drown between a woman's legs. Chris just licks me more aggressively, sweeps his tongue across my clit while it's pinched between his teeth, carrying me through the brilliant, screaming storm.
I never know when I stop coming. When I open my eyes, he's naked and on top of me, shoving his cock through my wet silk. I feel his balls jerk to a stop against my ass, and my pussy twitches, flexing around him.
He's so fucking perfect. We're perfect, molded to fit together in the fullest carnal sense.
“There's a good chance I'm leaving soon, baby. Make tonight count,” he growls, stopping to stamp his hot lips and stubble across my throat. He sucks the nook below my ear so hard I know he'll leave a bruise, and I don't care.
“What? There's a mission?”
“Never can tell. That's up to the higher ups. But I know when I smell shit going down, and right now it's an open sewer.” He runs his hand through my hair, tugs my locks in one fist, and pulls, just as he rears back and drives his cock into me again. “Fuck me just like that. Fuck me like you're gonna take my dick when I finally come home. Let's do this thing so hard I'll feel like I'm already having homecoming sex.”#p#分页标题#e#