5. Carina

CHAPTER 5

Carina

H is voice sends shivers of excitement down my spine and gives me goosebumps. Everything about this night has been surreal, dreamlike. Now isn't any different.

Our lips touch and then he pulls back to look into my eyes. I think I hear him ask for my name again, but I'm so consumed by his presence that I couldn't even say my name if I wanted to.

The music from the ballroom plays another slow song, and he takes my hand and pulls me close to him. He places my hand on his heart and holds my hand there. I can feel the strong thud through his chest and I wonder if his always feels like that, or if like mine, his heart is pounding.

I move his hand to my chest so he can feel my heartbeat too. The warmth of his hand feels electric, and while he said he would go slow, I'm finding that I want more. Now.

As his fingertips caress the tops of my breasts, I slide my hand over the front of his pants and feel how much he wants me. My eyes widen with surprise, and he smirks.

"I would happily fuck you right now, but I promised you I would take it slow," he says.

"You also promised to make me come."

"Hmm, an impatient virgin. That's a new one."

"Just kiss me already."

His lips come down on mine before his tongue slips into my mouth. Our tongues tangle as his hands move down my body. He picks me up and carries me back to the glass wall, pressing me against it again.

The coolness of the wall, mixed with the heat of his touch drives me crazy. I want more. Of everything.

Our kiss grows sloppier the longer it lasts, as we both begin feeling each other more. He presses himself against me, and I can feel his hard cock through my dress. My hand moves over it and he growls.

He moves his face into the curve of my neck and rubs his cheek against my skin before kissing the hollow of my neck.

Roughly his hands pull the front of my dress down, freeing my breasts. He cups one in each hand before his mouth closes on one of my hard nipples, his tongue twirling over it, before sucking hard.

I gasp from the feeling and hope he doesn't stop. He squeezes the nipple of my other breast between his fingers and gently twists it.

My head leans against the glass as I moan.

Releasing one of my breasts, his hand begins to pull up the skirt of my dress until he finds me. He slides his hand up my thigh, to my hip, then his fingers trace the outline of my panties as he follows them between my legs.

"Your panties are soaked," he says, his voice practically a growl. He rubs his fingers over my panties and my body begins to tremble. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes," I say.

He curls his fingers into my panties, and his tongue dives into my mouth. I reach up, into his hair, not wanting him to stop kissing me, and waiting for the next move of his fingers.

Slowly, his fingers slide against my bare pussy, before touching my clit. A shock of pleasure shoots through me and I moan in his mouth.

"That's my baby girl," he says. "You've been waiting a long time for this, haven't you?"

"Mmm hmm."

"I think I've been waiting my whole life for you," he says.

He lowers to his knees and slips under my dress. His hands grab my panties and he begins to lower them down my hips, kissing my body as if my panties are uncovering me.

I step out of my panties and feel his hand on my thighs. Being unable to see him because of the dress, heightened everything he did. I might as well be blindfolded.

He lifts my leg, kissing and licking from my knee, all the way up my inner thigh, and rests my leg onto his shoulder as his hands grasp my bottom. I feel his lips where my panties once were and I get goosebumps.

Then his tongue slips in and touches my clit. He holds my ass tight, keeping my hips exactly how he wants them as he sucks and rubs my clit with his mouth.

"Oh yes," I say.

My breathing comes faster. My heart pounds in my chest. My body isn't mine anymore, it belongs to him. He makes me feel things I had never felt before. He knows my body better than I do.

His tongue dives further into my wetness, and he lets my leg lower from his shoulder.

He slaps my ass, and I moan. I feel a mixture of pleasure and pain and it's building intensely inside of me. My legs quiver, and I wonder how I'm still standing.

The chime of a clock tower rings once in the distance.

I lean against the cold glass, using that as support as he lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder. His tongue grows more insistent on my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. My hips seem to have a mind of their own.

The clock tower chimes a second time.

I want to see him. I need to. I lift the satiny layers of my dress until I see the top of his head, and him kneeling underneath me. His mask is still in place. His eyes flick up at me.

The clock tower chimes a third time.

Holding my dress up with one hand, I reach down with the other and grab his hair. He slaps my ass again, then digs his fingers into it's ample flesh.

"Oh, I'm close," I say, my voice more of a whimper.

The clock tower chimes a fourth time.

He slowly slips a finger into my wet pussy as his tongue continues to work its magic over my clit. My body begins to shake violently. I let go of the dress and steady myself by holding onto him.

The clock tower chimes a fifth time.

My breath catches in my throat and then I let go.

"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming," I say as the feeling shoots through me. I can't stand any longer so I drop to the floor, and into his arms, out of breath, but wanting more.

The clock tower chimes a sixth time, and I suddenly realize the clock is ringing in midnight.

"I have to go," I say.

"What?"

"It's midnight, I have to go."

I stand, needing to steady myself on my high-heeled shoes before I run to the door.