After Hours Encore

我仍能尝到五年前她的味道。Elena一走进空荡荡的餐厅，那股旧日的渴望就像舞台灯光打在脸上一样猛地击中了我。我锁上她身后的门时，脉搏在喉咙里狂跳。店里一片漆黑，只有吧台上方柔和的微光，椅子倒扣在桌上，空气中仍萦绕着淡淡的大蒜和红酒气味。她穿着一条简单的黑色连衣裙，紧贴着我曾膜拜的每一处曲线，深色长发松散地垂在一侧肩头。

“Marcus,” she said, voice low and a little unsteady, “you really closed early just for this?”

I crossed the room in three strides, cupped her face, and kissed her hard. No small talk. No catching up. Five years of wondering what happened to the only woman who ever made me lose control poured out in that kiss. Her lips parted instantly, tongue sliding against mine with the same greedy need I remembered. My hands dropped to her waist, pulling her flush against me so she could feel exactly how hard I already was.

“God, you still kiss like you own me,” she whispered against my mouth, fingers digging into my shirt. Her breath hitched when I pressed my thigh between hers, right there against the bar.

I spun her around, bending her forward over the polished wood. The dress rode up her thighs as I shoved it higher, exposing the lace edge of her panties. My palm smoothed over the warm skin of her ass, then slipped between her legs. She was soaked already, the fabric clinging to her pussy.

“Elena… fuck, you’re dripping for me.” My voice came out rough. I hooked two fingers under the lace and dragged it aside, stroking her bare, swollen clit in slow circles. She moaned, pushing back against my hand, her tits pressing harder into the bar top.

“Yes… like that. Don’t tease, Marcus. I’ve waited too damn long.” Her words broke into a sharp gasp when I slid two fingers deep into her tight heat. The wet sound of it filled the quiet restaurant. I pumped them slowly at first, then faster, curling them against that spot that always made her legs shake. Her inner walls clenched around me, hot and silky.

I kept kissing the back of her neck, teeth grazing her skin while my free hand reached around to squeeze one of her full breasts through the dress. Her nipple was rock hard against my palm. She turned her head, capturing my mouth again in a messy, desperate kiss, tongues tangling as I finger-fucked her harder. The heat of her body, the little shivers running down her spine, the way her breath stuttered every time my thumb circled her clit—it was all driving me insane.

“Turn around,” I growled. She obeyed instantly, eyes glassy with lust. I lifted her onto the bar, spreading her thighs wide. The black dress bunched at her hips as I yanked her panties down and off, tossing them somewhere into the dark. My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper. I freed it, thick and heavy, the head already slick. Elena’s gaze locked on it, lips parting.

“Still so big… I missed this cock stretching me.” Her voice was pure sin. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around me, stroking with just the right pressure, thumb spreading the bead of precum over the tip. The sensation made my hips jerk.

I stepped between her legs, rubbing the head of my dick up and down her dripping slit, teasing her clit until she was whimpering. Then I pushed inside in one long, smooth thrust. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, scorching hot and so wet I bottomed out with a groan. Elena’s head fell back, a broken moan escaping her throat.

“Oh my god… yes. Fuck me, Marcus. Hard.”

I didn’t hold back. Gripping her ass, I drove into her again and again, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the empty tables. Each thrust made her tits bounce under the thin fabric. I leaned in, kissing her deeply while I fucked her, tongues sliding, breaths mingling, her nails raking down my back through my shirt. The heat between us built fast—sweat slicking her thighs, her pussy fluttering around my cock every time I ground against her clit.

I slowed suddenly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep and deliberate, savoring every inch. She shivered violently, whispering my name like a prayer. I captured her mouth again, kissing her slow and filthy while my hands roamed her body—palming her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking the smooth skin of her belly. The contrast of tender kisses and the heavy drag of my cock inside her made her tremble harder.

“Marcus… I’m so close. Don’t stop kissing me.”

I kept my mouth on hers, swallowing every moan as I picked up speed again. The bar creaked beneath us. Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. When she came, her pussy spasmed wildly around my cock, a hot rush of wetness coating me. She cried out into my mouth, body arching, nails digging in. The sight and feel of her falling apart pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing deep inside her, filling her with thick ropes of cum while we kept kissing through the whole thing.

事后，我仍埋在她体内，我们俩都喘着粗气。我拨开她脸上汗湿的头发，更温柔地吻她，缓慢而缠绵。餐厅感觉更小了，更温暖了，仿佛世界缩小到只剩我们俩在这吧台上。

“你依然让我有家的感觉，”我贴着她的嘴唇低语。

Elena smiled, eyes half-lidded, fingers tracing lazy circles on my neck. “Then maybe we stop pretending we’re over. I never stopped wanting you, even when the cameras were rolling and everyone thought I had it all.” Her voice was soft, almost shy. “Tonight… this was better than any scene I ever filmed.”

I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her temple, feeling her heartbeat slow against my chest. “Stay with me tonight. No scripts. No roles. Just us.”

她点点头，把我拉得更近。“是的。带我回家，马库斯。明天……我们可以再想安可的事。”