Forbidden River Taste

The restaurant by the river was almost empty now, the overhead lights already off. Only the soft golden glow above the bar reflected in the glasses and in her eyes. Alina sat on a high stool, her tanned legs crossed, watching me in a way that made everything inside me tighten with want. Her slender fingers brushed against my hand as I set down her last cocktail.

"Artyom... you've been looking at me like that all night," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "I'm already trembling."

I didn't answer with words. I just ran my palm over her bare shoulder, feeling her skin break out in goosebumps. The restaurant had closed five minutes ago. The security guard was out checking the grounds, the waitstaff had left. Any second, someone could come back for a forgotten item. That thought only stoked the fire more.

"You sure?" I asked quietly, leaning in closer. Her breath burned my cheek. "If we get caught..."

"That's exactly why I want it now," Alina breathed, and she reached for me herself. Our lips met softly but hungrily. She parted her mouth, letting my tongue in, and let out a soft moan when I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me.

Her dress had ridden up past her thighs. I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh and felt how wet she already was. My fingers slid under her thin panties, touching her hot clit. Alina shuddered, gripping my shoulders tighter.

"Artyom... please... don't tease me," she whispered against my lips. "I've wanted you for so long. Even back in lectures, I'd sit there imagining you touching me like this."

I dropped to my knees right between her spread legs. I pushed the lace aside and ran my tongue along her wet slit. The taste was sweet and salty, with a faint hint of river freshness from her skin after swimming that afternoon. Alina gasped softly, tangling her fingers in my hair.

"Oh god... yes... lick me... deeper," she moaned, gently rocking her hips. I cupped her ass in my hands and pressed her harder against my face, burying my tongue deep in her wet pussy, then returning to her swollen clit, sucking fast and soft. Her breathing turned ragged, her legs shaking.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the hallway. We froze. Alina bit her lip to keep from moaning, and I kept slowly dragging my tongue over her throbbing cunt. The footsteps faded. She let out a relieved breath and a quiet laugh.

"You're crazy... but don't stop."

I stood up, unzipped my pants. My hard cock sprang out, the head already glistening with precum. Alina hopped off the stool, turned her back to me, and braced her hands on the bar. Her dress hiked up to her waist, revealing her firm, tanned ass and her wet, slick labia, shiny with my spit and her juices.

"Fuck me... now," she demanded, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes were full of lust and tenderness at once. "I want to feel all of you."

I moved in behind her, rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, gathering her wetness, and slid inside slowly but steadily. Her hot, tight pussy gripped me hard. Alina moaned softly, arching her back.

"You're so big... you fill me up completely," she whispered as I began to move. At first slow, savoring every inch, then faster. The sounds of our bodies—wet slaps, her quiet moans, my heavy breathing—filled the empty room.

I leaned down, kissing her neck, slipping one hand under her dress to squeeze her firm tits, pinching her hard nipple. With the other hand, I rubbed her clit while continuing to fuck her deep.

"Alina... you're so wet... so fucking hot," I whispered in her ear. "Cum for me."

She started moving against me, picking up the pace. Her breath turned into short gasps.

"I'm... close... don't stop... fuck me harder."

I pounded into her harder, feeling her walls start to pulse around my cock. Alina arched sharply, bit her hand to keep from screaming, and came. Her pussy clenched tight, and hot liquid gushed out of her, soaking my thighs. I couldn't hold back either; after a few more powerful thrusts, I shot my load deep inside her, filling her pulsing cunt with cum.

We froze, breathing hard. I held her from behind, kissing her shoulder. She turned her head and found my lips in a soft, long kiss.

"That was... incredible," Alina whispered, still trembling. "Even if we get caught right now... I don't regret a second."

"Me neither," I replied, reluctantly pulling out of her. Our mixed fluids slowly trickled down her thigh. She smiled, caught a drop on her finger, and, looking me in the eye, licked it off with her tongue.

"Next time... by the river. Under the open sky. So all I hear is the water and your moans," she promised softly.

We quickly straightened ourselves out, but the looks we exchanged said this night was only the beginning. Outside, the river lapped quietly, as if approving our secret urge.