The feathered edge of the mask hid the top half of her face, but the deep purple material against her pale skin made her eyes look so beautiful in the dimmed light.
A sneaked conversation in a shadowy alcove had moved into something else the moment he had traced his fingers along her jawline. The tingle of energy, laced with too much wine, shot between them and shifted the tone from light joking teasing into something much, much deeper.
Her lips parted in a sigh as his fingertips trailed down the hollow of her throat. He moved forward and kissed her, brushing the parting of her lips with his tongue. She allowed him access in an instant, her hands fisting in his shirt, dragging him forward, flush against her body. He groaned into her mouth, one forearm braced on the wall behind her. His other hand slid down her side, around her hip and then slipped inwards, until his hand was in between her thighs. She arched forward, keening against his mouth.
He popped open the button on her pants, the zip sliding down as he skimmed his fingers down her abdomen and under the elastic of her underwear. The fabric constricted his movement, forcing his touches to be firm.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
Her eyes opened, dark and mysterious surrounded by the fabric of her mask. He guided his fingers steadily, never breaking the gaze. He could see her lids fluttering, wanting to close, but she didn’t look away. He slicked his finger along her folds, their eyes still locked as he started to trace circles over her clit.
Her breathing was becoming stunted as voices calling their names filtered through the darkness.
She tensed and held her breath, a look of concern flashed in her eyes. They were well hidden in the shadows, he didn’t stop.
The voices were getting closer.
Her forehead buried into his shoulder, biting down into his shirt to stifle the moans as she shattered against his touch.
The voices passed by unknowing.
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers for a minute, while she breathed back control.
“We should probably be getting back.” he whispered. “Before they come looking again.”
16/11/17
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