丝绸与秘密

最后一个客人离开的那一刻，这家小意大利餐厅的空气骤然升温。埃琳娜的丝质睡袍贴在汗湿的皮肤上，深翠绿色的布料在她大腿间沙沙作响，她锁上了门。马可从吧台后注视着她，黑眼睛里已经满是饥渴，两人之间的张力像带电的电线一样噼啪作响。

We’d been talking about this for weeks—something new, something risky. Tonight the restaurant was ours after closing, and I’d worn the robe just for him. No dress underneath. Just bare skin and the smooth slide of silk.

“Lock it properly,” Marco said, voice low and rough. He stepped around the bar, wiping his hands on a towel before tossing it aside. “I don’t want anyone walking in while I’m fucking you on that table.”

Elena’s breath caught. She turned the key with a soft click, then faced him. The robe’s belt hung loose, already teasing open at the front. “You really want to do this here? Where we serve people every night?”

他三大步穿过房间，大手抓住她的腰。他掌心的热度穿透了薄薄的丝绸。“这正是原因。每次有穿西装的人点意大利面，我都会想起你弯着腰、这件睡袍被推到臀部上方的样子。”

她的回答还没出口，他的嘴就撞了上来。这个吻凌乱又急切，舌头火热湿滑地交缠。Elena 对着吻呻吟出声，手指穿过他浓密的黑发。她能感觉到他的鸡巴已经硬邦邦地顶着她的小腹，在黑色西裤后面紧绷着。

Marco walked her backward until her ass hit the edge of the long wooden table they used for private parties. With one smooth motion he lifted her onto it, the cool surface shocking against her bare thighs. His hands tugged the robe’s belt free. Emerald silk parted like theater curtains, revealing her full breasts, hard nipples, and the smooth, already glistening pussy between her legs.

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathed, eyes devouring her. “No panties all night? You’ve been wet for me since the appetizers, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Elena whispered, spreading her knees wider. The robe slipped off one shoulder, pooling around her elbows. “I kept thinking about your cock stretching me while I poured wine. Touch me, Marco. Please.”

He didn’t tease. Two thick fingers slid straight into her soaked pussy, curling up against that sensitive spot that made her hips jerk. The wet sound of it filled the quiet restaurant—obscene, perfect. Elena’s head fell back, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

“哦天哪……就是这样。再深一点。”

Marco pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling her swollen clit in tight, slick circles. His other hand cupped one breast, pinching the nipple until sparks shot down her spine. The silk robe whispered every time she moved, the fabric cool against her fevered skin, brushing her nipples and the small of her back like a second pair of teasing hands.

“I need your cock,” she gasped, grinding against his hand. “Now. I want to feel you inside me while I’m wearing this.”

He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, sucking them clean while staring into her eyes. The taste of her made his pupils blow wide. In seconds he had his belt open, cock springing free—thick, veined, the head already shiny with pre-cum. Elena reached for it, stroking the hot length, loving how it throbbed in her palm.

Marco 把她的双腿推得更开，浴袍此刻完全敞开，像华丽的绿色画框环绕着她赤裸的身体。他用粗大的龟头在她的肉缝间上下摩擦，让自己沾满她的爱液，顶弄她的阴蒂，直到她发出呜咽。

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“我要你狠狠操我的小穴，”埃琳娜喘着气，声音破碎。“就在这张桌子上。让我在你的鸡巴上高潮，马可。求你了——”

He thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the balls. The sudden fullness ripped a loud moan from her throat. Her walls clenched around him, silky and hot. For a moment they just stayed like that, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

“God, you’re so tight tonight,” he growled. “This robe… the way it looks on you… fuck.”

然后他开始动了起来。深而稳定的抽插让沉重的桌子吱吱作响。埃琳娜的乳房随着每一次挺进而晃动，丝绸袖子滑落到她的肩膀上。她用双腿缠住他的腰，脚跟陷进他的屁股，把他拉得更深。

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the empty dining room. Marco reached down and grabbed the bunched silk at her waist, using the robe like reins to yank her onto his cock harder. The friction of the fabric against her skin only made her wetter.

“Harder,” she begged, nails raking down his back through his shirt. “Fuck me like you own me.”

He gave it to her. The pace turned brutal, hips snapping, balls smacking her ass. Elena’s cries grew louder, sharper. She could feel her orgasm building fast, a hot coil tightening low in her belly.

Marco suddenly pulled out, making her whine at the loss. Before she could protest he flipped her over, bending her across the table. The cool wood pressed against her breasts and cheek. He shoved the robe up over her ass, exposing everything.

“就像这样，”他说，嗓音因欲望而低沉。一只手攥住她后腰处的丝绸，把她按下去。另一只手扶着自己的肉棒，从后面重新顶进她湿淋淋的小穴。

The new angle made her see stars. He hit that perfect spot with every thrust, deeper now, stretching her wide. Elena’s fingers scrabbled for purchase on the smooth table as he pounded into her.

“Yes—fuck—right there! Don’t stop!”

他空闲的手掌啪地扇在她屁股上，一记尖锐刺痛的拍打让她的小穴在他身下不住收缩。睡袍随着每次冲击在她肌肤上滑动摩擦，将每寸感官都推向极致。马可从身后绕过来再次找到她的阴蒂，一边疯狂抽插一边用指尖快速画着紧绷的圆圈。

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Marco, I’m—”

Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy clamping down hard on his thrusting cock. Juices squirted around him, soaking his balls and the front of his pants. She cried out, body shaking, silk whispering against her overheated skin.

马可没有放慢。他操着她度过高潮，接着又带出第二次更小的，让她呜咽出声。终于他的节奏开始紊乱。

“Elena—fuck—I’m close. Where do you want it?”

“进我里面，”她呻吟着，仍在颤抖。“填满我的小穴。我想穿着这件睡袍回家时，感觉你的精液滴出来。”

With a deep groan he slammed in one last time, cock pulsing as he emptied himself. Hot spurts of cum flooded her, so much it leaked out around his shaft and ran down her thighs. He stayed buried deep, grinding slowly, milking every drop.

They stayed locked together, panting, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the restaurant’s refrigerator. Marco finally pulled out, a thick trickle of mixed cum following. He gently turned her around, kissing her softly now, almost reverent.

“Best closing time ever,” he murmured against her lips, fingers tracing the edge of the damp silk robe still draped around her shoulders.

埃琳娜笑了，双腿发软，小穴又爽又酸胀。“下次我们试试厨师台。我想看看这件袍子沾上面粉是什么样。”

马可低声笑了，抵着她大腿又硬了起来。“成交。不过先……让我送你回家，免得我直接在吧台上把你按倒。”