eyes glaze over the way they do just before he pours out all of his lust for me - "you're the only woman I see. I used to wonder if love existed. I thought I knew, but I had no idea. Before, I simply stepped off the ground, but with you - I'm in the stratosphere. You leave me breathless." He needles me with a smoldering gaze, and I take off my coat, slow and seductive. I lean in and my chest bulges from the low-cut dress I specifically chose to entertain him with this evening.
We place our orders, and Cruise never once looks up at the menu-wielding menace. She crimps her lips with disappointment and stalks off while he openly molests me with those sky-born eyes.
"Come on." He jumps to his feet and takes up my hand.
"Are we going to steal kisses?" I pant, trying to keep up as he moves us toward the back in haste.
"No. I'm going to fuck you."
Cruise
The blackened hall of the Della Argento stretches out seamlessly like a tunnel void of reality, nothing but a dark arid space. I pull Kenny into a private alcove laden with spare tables rolled onto their sides, the entry partially covered with curtains.
"You're so damn beautiful," I say before plunging my tongue down her throat, my hands running wild over her satin dress. The minute I set eyes on her tonight, she got me going. There was a second, back in the truck, when I thought of taking off, hell - taking off her clothes right then and there.
I pull down the top of her dress and close my mouth over her nipple, flicking my tongue around it gently until it's nice and hard.
Kenny gasps and scratches at the back of my neck just enough to let me know it's driving her insane.
My hand slides up her dress and between her thighs.
A dark laugh rumbles from me.
"You're not wearing underwear," I whisper, already out of breath.
Kenny doesn't say a word. She simply unzips my pants, dips her hand into my boxers, and my dick extends like it's ready for a handshake, more than happy to greet her.
Kenny's teeth shine in the dark. "Number seven on the revised syllabus clearly stipulates a carnal act in a public establishment is required to pass your class." She offers a sarcastic sigh before lifting her dress and slipping me into her, hot and wet. A groan gets buried in my chest. "And I do plan on passing your class, Professor Elton." Kenny hikes her legs around my waist, and I catch her by the thighs.
Kenny runs her fingers through my hair, and I push in deep until she gives a small cry. She digs her nails into my back as I plunge in over and over with a primal ferocity.
There's a trans-species language reverberating between the two of us - one that resonates in a palace as easily as a zoo - and apparently the corridor of a hundred-dollar-a-plate restaurant as well.
We're drinking down the juice of our lust, satisfying the hunger of our flesh as we engage in the power exchange of a lifetime. But I'd give it all to Kenny willingly, kiss the ground she walks on just to be in her presence.
Her head dips back, and the arch of her neck rises and falls in front of me. I watch captivated as she glows, riding high, crashing over me like a wave. Our movements hit a fevered pitch. I bury a kiss in her cleavage and tremble into her as I detonate with all of my love. Her legs begin to slip, and I hoist her over my hips with a husky laugh.
Kenny bites down a smile, her eyes clouded over with lust. I slip my fingers in the beautiful warm slick between her thighs, pleasuring Kenny until her breathing becomes labored - until her face ignites with ecstasy. Kenny writhes in my arms, and I welcome it - running my lips over the landscape of her features.
"Cruise..." She pants into my neck. "You didn't wear a hat," she whimpers.
I give a little laugh and peel a heated kiss off her lips.
"You're so fucking cute."
Over the weekend, Kenny doesn't get out of bed. She spends time in the bathroom retching, and I seriously entertain the fact that maybe the waitress I shut down poisoned her food.
Molly said she'd handle things with Mom after I told her Kenny wasn't feeling well. It's kind of nice having both Mom and Molly