在别人婚礼上的禁忌之舞

"You're looking at me like that again..." I breathed out as his palm settled on my waist, just a little lower than propriety allowed.

莉娜的婚礼在老乡村餐厅里热闹进行：烤肉的味道、喧闹的音乐、四处闪烁的相机闪光灯。马克和我一起来，只是因为我们答应了朋友。在家里冷战三个月后，这是我们第一次在同一个空间里待超过五分钟。

他的手指在我裙子的薄布料上微微收紧。下面的皮肤立刻发烫，像他碰到了裸露的神经。我感到乳头变硬，摩擦着胸罩的蕾丝。

“我们说好的，”他凑近我耳边，轻声提醒。他的声音很低，有点沙哑。“这不代表什么。只是……跳支舞。”

"Then why is your hand already under my skirt?" I whispered, feeling a tremor run through my thighs.

我们在灯光昏暗的舞池里慢慢移动。他的身体贴得比该有的更近。我能透过裤子感觉到他鸡巴硬硬的凸起。它顶着我小腹，随着我们臀部每一次摆动，那压力越来越急切。我的内裤已经湿透了。

"Because you're the one pressing into me, Mia," he breathed against my temple. "I can feel how hot you are... even through the fabric."

I didn't answer. Instead, I ran my palm across his chest under his jacket, feeling how fast his heart was beating. We were ex-spouses who hadn't officially divorced yet. And right now, this forbidden heat between us was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“我们出去吧，”他突然说。不是问句。他只是牵起我的手，带我穿过人群走向侧门。

门后是一条通往服务区的小而昏暗的走廊。灰尘、旧木头和他的古龙水的气味。他猛地把我按在墙上，我轻喘了一声。他的嘴唇立刻找到我的。那个吻贪婪，几乎带着怒气。我们的舌头纠缠在一起，我对着他的嘴呻吟。

“我们不该……”他退开呼吸时，我低声说。

“是你说这不代表什么的，”他回道，已经把我的裙子往上撩。他的手指滑进我薄薄的内裤，找到我湿滑的肉缝。“操，米娅……你湿成这样，就像等这一刻等了好几个月。”

Two fingers slid into me easily, all the way to the knuckles. I arched my back, gripping his shoulders. He started moving them fast, rough, almost punishing. My legs were shaking.

"Mark... deeper..." escaped my lips.

他把我转过去面对墙壁，一把把裙子掀到腰上，同时把我的内裤扯到膝盖。我听到他解开皮带。下一秒，他粗大鸡巴滚烫的龟头抵在我的臀瓣之间。

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, sliding his cock along my wet slit.

"Fuck me... please."

He entered with one powerful thrust. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. His cock filled me completely, stretching my walls. The heat of skin, the tremor of his thighs, the sound of our bodies slapping together—it all blurred in my head.

起初，他动得又慢又深，像在品味每一寸。我能感觉到他的睾丸拍打在我的阴蒂上。然后节奏加快了。他抓住我的头发，把我的头往后拉，开始狠狠地、近乎凶猛地操我。

"That's it... just like that, yeah?" he growled in my ear. "You're mine, even if we're fighting. You feel how I'm stretching you?"

"Yes... harder... don't stop," I moaned, bracing my palms against the wall. My tits had spilled out of my neckline and were bouncing with each thrust. My nipples scraped against the cold plaster.

Suddenly, he pulled out, spun me around to face him, and lifted me by the ass. I wrapped my legs around him. He entered me again, this time looking straight into my eyes. That look—hungry, angry, and tender all at once—finished me completely.

We fucked standing up, like two desperate people who hated and wanted each other at the same time. His cock went so deep I could feel him hitting my cervix. My pussy clenched around him, dripping juices down his thighs.

“我要射了……”他喘着气，加快了速度。

“射在我里面……射进来，”我呻吟着，感觉自己的高潮正在累积。

"他的身体绷紧了。滚烫的精液射进我深处。我尖叫着，紧紧夹住他，也高潮了——尖锐、明亮，直到我的双腿颤抖。"

We froze, breathing hard. His cock was still pulsing inside me. Cum started slowly leaking down my thighs.

他把额头抵在我的额头上。

"那真是……"他开口道。

"Nothing," I finished, but there was no conviction in my voice.

He slowly set me down. Straightened my dress. I felt his seed still trickling out of me, staining the inside of my thighs.

We returned to the hall separately. But when our eyes met across the table half an hour later, I knew: this was only the beginning.