“If you’d rather not.” I made to get up and his face came towards mine again, an intense light in his eyes as he gazed into mine.
“I rather would.” He muttered right before his lips came crashing down on mine. This time they weren’t soft and they weren’t teasing. They were demanding and straight to the point. This man wanted to dominate me. His tongue sought entry into my mouth and he sucked on my tongue with such finesse that I had to grab onto his shoulders to stop myself from falling to the ground. His lips tasted sweet and salty, like honey roasted peanuts and I grabbed his face so that I could deepen the kiss as well. My fingers ran across his stubble and I was amazed at how soft his skin felt beneath the prickly hair. He lifted me up slightly and then lowered me to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I moaned, as he pulled my formal dress up.
“What you want me to do.” He bent down and I felt his tongue running up the inside of my thigh. My body tingled all over and all I could think was how glad I was that I’d shaved above the knee that morning. I was never going to do the below the knee shaving trick anymore. Not when occasions like this could possible happen. My body trembled as his teeth made contact with my panties. My now very moist panties. I leaned back and cried out as his perfect teeth grabbed a hold of the crotch of my panties and pulled them down.
“Should we be doing this?” I moaned as I glanced up at him. I watched as he slipped my panties off of my ankles and pushed them into his pocket.
“I think the question should be would we regret it if we didn’t?”
“We don’t even know each other.”
“Does that matter?” He undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his black tie slightly. “I know that as soon as I saw you, I wanted to get to know you.”
“You want to get to know me, but you don’t want me to know your name?”
“No names, no questions.” He looked at me intently. “Is that okay with you?”
“Good.” He said simply as he grabbed my legs and spread them. “Now let me show you how I reward good girls.” He buried his face into my pussy and his tongue licked my clit eagerly. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips as I felt his tongue sliding inside of me. My legs clenched on his face and I grabbed a hold of his shoulders as he moved his tongue in and out of me. I lay there with my head on the ground and my legs spread and all I could think about was the fact that anyone could walk into the room and catch us, fornicating, on the ground. Though, technically we weren’t fornicating. I have to admit that the thought both scared me and turned me on. I had released my inner slut. Or rather Mr. Miracle Tongue had released it.
“Come for me baby,” He whispered as he slid in and out of me with speed, his tongue feeling as thick and long as some men’s dicks. I know, I know, it’s a weird thing to think about, but he knew how to work it. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. I was pretty confident that he would be dynamite in bed.
“Bite my shoulder.” He growled as I started screaming. I did as he commanded and bit down on his shoulder and shirt to stop the whole church from hearing my climax. However my neck felt slightly strained so I moved back slightly. He kissed my clit before licking up my juices and moving up slightly, and I kissed his neck. “You taste so good, like honey.” He grunted against me and I felt his fingers rubbing me gently as I moved my lips to his neck and sucked. “You’re going to leave bite marks on my neck.” His eyes peered up at me, dark with lust and I laughed.
“I want to leave my mark on you.” I growled back at him, surprising myself with the voracity in my tone. Where had this passionate aggressive girl come from? I want to leave my mark on you? Who said that? Who was I turning into? Was I some sort of vampire now? Or werewolf? Or just some sad freak who said weird things.
“You’ve already left your mark on me.” He said huskily as he licked his lips. “You’ve left a lot more than your mark.”
I laughed awkwardly then. I mean how do you not? Not when you’re me. I’m the awkward one. I always have been. Just because now I wasn’t as awkward, I was still awkward inside. I think that was why I reached for his belt and undid it slowly and seductively. Well, I tried to at least. I got the button undone, but then when I got to the zipper, I had issues.
“It won’t go down.” I mumbled as I looked up in his face. I could see that he was trying to stop himself from laughing.
“Maybe because my zipper knows that if it goes down, we won’t be leaving this room for at least two hours.” He winked at me and jumped up. “And then we’ll both miss the wedding and that wouldn’t be good, would it?”
“I guess not.” I agreed and took his offered hand and let him pull me up. I pulled my dress down and stood there in front of him, not sure what to do.
“But that doesn’t mean, we can’t meet up tonight.”
“Tonight?” I squeaked out, surprised at his suggestion and not knowing what to say. That would be it then. I’d officially ended my two years drought. I’d be having sex again. And with a hot stud. My stomach jumped for joy at the thought.
“Yes tonight.” His voice was smooth. “You. Me. My hotel room. Champagne. Strawberries. My bed.” He cocked his head to the side and smiled. “I think you know what comes next?”