在我们圣坛上的偷来的时刻

The moment I saw Elena across the candlelit reception hall, my cock twitched like it remembered her better than my brain did. She was laughing at something the groom said, that same throaty sound that used to drive me wild, her dark hair pinned up with loose strands brushing her bare shoulders. The silk bridesmaid dress clung to her curves like it was painted on, and just like that, five years vanished. We were twenty-two again, desperate and stupid in love.

I downed my champagne in one go. Our eyes locked. She didn’t look away.

“马特，”当我终于穿过房间时，她说道，声音低得只有我能听见。她从服务员手中接过一杯新酒时，手指轻轻擦过我的手腕。“没想到你会来。你讨厌婚礼。”

“新郎的朋友，”我答道，向前走近一步，让她身上茉莉与某种更温暖气息交织的香水味扑面而来，“我怎么可能错过。你穿这条裙子看起来……真危险。”

Her lips curved, wicked. “You look like trouble in that suit. Still.”

The band started a slow song. Bodies swirled around us, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. No one noticed when my hand found the small of her back, guiding her toward the shadowed edge of the dance floor. Her breath caught.

“Matt… we said never again.”

“是啊，我们做了。”我把她拉进怀里，胸贴着胸，我逐渐勃起的下体隔着薄薄的布料毫不掩饰地顶进她的小腹。“但你的乳头已经硬了。叫我停下。”

她没有。相反，她缓慢而刻意地扭动了一下臀部，磨蹭着我的阴茎。“衣帽间。现在。趁我还没改变主意。”

我们像小偷一样溜走了。厚重的橡木门在我们身后咔嗒关上，把音乐闷成远处低沉的脉动。外套像沉默的见证者一样挂着。埃琳娜转过身，双眼燃烧着，把我推到墙上。

“Touch me like you used to,” she whispered, already hiking her dress up with one hand. “I want to feel that big cock stretching me again.”

My fingers found her panties—lace, soaked. I pushed them aside and slid two fingers straight into her hot, tight pussy. She was dripping, walls clenching greedily. Elena bit her lip to keep from moaning too loud, but a soft, needy whimper escaped anyway.

“操，你湿透了，”我贴着她耳朵低吼，手指抽插得更深，弯曲着去顶那个总能让她颤抖的点。“这小穴还是为我湿得一塌糊涂，不是吗？”

“对……天啊，对。”她的手一把拉下我的拉链，把我跳动的肉棒解放出来。它弹了出来，又沉又粗，青筋突突地跳。她用手指圈住它，撸了一下，又一下，拇指在渗着前液的顶端打着旋。“我想死这根鸡巴了。真他妈想。”

I spun her around, bending her over a padded bench. The position lifted her juicy ass, dress bunched at her waist. I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, coating myself in her cream, teasing her swollen clit until her thighs trembled.

“插进来，”她哀求着，向后顶去。“别让我等，马特。像占有我一样操我。”

I thrust forward in one smooth, deep stroke. Her pussy swallowed every inch, velvety heat gripping me so perfectly my vision blurred. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the distant bass from the dance floor. I started slow, sensual rolls of my hips, letting her feel every ridge, every vein dragging along her walls.

Elena 的手指抠进了长椅。“用力点……但小声点。他们会听见的。”

I leaned over her, one hand sliding under to circle her clit while the other gripped her hip. My thrusts grew bolder, deeper, the bench creaking softly beneath us. Each stroke made her pussy flutter and squeeze, juices trickling down her thighs. The smell of sex—musky, sweet—filled the tiny room.

“Feel that?” I whispered, grinding against her ass on every inward push. “Your cunt’s milking me. So greedy.”

She turned her head, eyes glassy with pleasure. “I’m close already… don’t stop rubbing my clit. Just like that… oh fuck.”

我感觉到她的高潮像浪潮般袭来。她的内壁在我的鸡巴周围阵阵收缩，猛烈地搏动。她把脸埋进挂着的衣服里，压抑住叫声，身体颤抖着。我没有放慢速度，继续操着她度过高潮，湿滑的声音越来越大，越来越湿。

When she could breathe again, she pushed me back, eyes sparkling with challenge. “On the floor. I want to ride you. I need to watch your face when you come.”

We sank onto the thick carpet between the coats. I lay back, cock standing straight up, glistening with her cream. Elena straddled me, dress still hiked, panties shoved to the side. She sank down slowly, taking me to the hilt in one long glide. The sensation was electric—her heat, her weight, the way her tits strained against the silk.

She started rolling her hips in sensual circles, not bouncing, just grinding, letting my cock stir inside her. Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone with every move. I reached up, pulling the front of her dress down so her breasts spilled free. I pinched her nipples gently, then harder when she moaned.

“God, you feel incredible,” she breathed, head falling back. “So deep… filling me perfectly.”

The music outside swelled. Someone laughed loudly just beyond the door. The risk made everything sharper. I thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm, our bodies moving together like we’d never been apart. Sweat beaded on her collarbone. I licked it off, tasting salt and her.

Her pace quickened. She planted both hands on my chest and started fucking me with purpose, tight little bounces that made her ass slap against my thighs. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy taking my cock echoed softly in the coat room.

“我又要高潮了，”她喘着气说。“和我一起，马特。射满我。我要走回那边的时候感觉到你的精液从我里面流出来。”

那句下流的耳语起了作用。我抓住她的胯部，在她往下坐时狠狠向上顶。她的第二次高潮先到了——她的小穴像拳头一样收紧，疯狂地痉挛。我紧随其后，鸡巴搏动着，把一股又一股浓稠灼热的精液深深射进她体内。那释放感令人眩晕，无穷无尽。

我们仍紧紧交缠在一起，喘息着，额头相抵。她的裙子皱巴巴的，我的衬衫下摆也散了出来，但谁都不在乎。

Elena先笑了起来——轻柔、喘不过气、满心欢喜。“我们真是坏透了。”

“The worst,” I agreed, grinning as I brushed damp hair from her face. “But damn, that felt like coming home.”

她吻了我一下，缓慢而甜蜜，然后颤抖着双腿站起来。精液顺着她的大腿内侧流下，她抚平了裙子。“整理好你的领带。我们还得回去参加婚礼。”

I watched her slip out first, heart still hammering. The door closed, leaving me in the dark with the scent of us and the distant sound of celebration. For the first time in years, I wasn’t sure “never again” was going to stick.