婚礼上的偷欢热浪

The moment I saw Elena in that silk dress clinging to her curves, my cock twitched with raw need. The reception hall buzzed around us, but all I could think about was sliding my hands under that fabric and feeling her skin heat up against mine. We were at our friend Marcus’s wedding, the air thick with champagne and laughter, fairy lights twinkling over the crowded dance floor.

埃琳娜凑近，温热的气息拂过我的耳畔。“杰克，我一直在想昨晚聊的事。今晚……就在这里试试新花样？”

I swallowed hard, my palm already brushing her lower back. “You serious? With everyone around?”

Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. “That’s what makes it hotter. No one will know if we’re careful.”

We slipped away after the first dance, hearts pounding, and found a small storage room off the hallway. The door clicked shut behind us, muffling the music into a distant thrum. Elena pressed against me immediately, her tits soft and full against my chest. Our mouths met in a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding lazily, tasting the sweet champagne on each other.

“God, your lips feel so good,” she whispered between kisses, her fingers tracing my jaw. I cupped her face, kissing her again, slower this time, savoring the way her breath hitched. My hands roamed down her sides, feeling the heat radiating through the thin silk. She shivered when I stroked her bare arms, then her neck, drawing tiny circles that made her nipples harden visibly under the dress.

We kept kissing like that for long minutes, mouths hungry but unhurried, hands exploring every inch of exposed skin. I slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress pool at her waist. Her breasts spilled free, warm and heavy in my palms. I caressed them gently, thumbs circling her stiff nipples until she moaned softly into my mouth.

“摸我下面一点，杰克……求你。”埃琳娜喘息着，声音因欲望而颤抖。我的手滑进裙底，发现她的内裤已经湿透了。我隔着蕾丝揉弄她的阴部，感觉她的阴蒂在我指下肿胀。她抵着我扭动，吻得更用力，舌头与我纠缠，臀部缓缓画着圈。

我把她的内裤拨到一边，两根手指滑入她紧致湿润的深处。“操，你都为我湿透了。”我贴着她的唇低语。她倒吸一口气，紧紧夹住我的手指，我则不紧不慢地抽插，每一次都带着刻意的挑逗。我们的吻从未停下——轻柔而缠绵，每当我弯曲手指顶到她体内那个点时，吻就变得更深。

Elena reached down and freed my throbbing cock from my pants, her hand wrapping around the thick shaft. She stroked me tenderly, matching my rhythm, her thumb spreading the precum over the head. “I love how hard you get for me,” she whispered, biting my lower lip gently. The room filled with the wet sounds of her pussy and our heavy breathing, skin growing slick with sweat.

We moved to the old couch in the corner. I sat first, pulling her onto my lap so she straddled me. Still kissing, we adjusted until the head of my cock nudged her entrance. She sank down inch by inch, her tight pussy stretching around my girth. “Ohhh… so full,” she moaned into my mouth, her walls fluttering.

We rocked together slowly, sensually, my hands on her juicy ass guiding her. Every thrust was deep and measured, our bodies pressed tight, skin sliding hot against skin. I kissed her neck, her collarbone, then back to her mouth, tongues tangling as pleasure built in waves. Her clit ground against my pelvis with each roll of her hips, making her shiver and whimper.

“Jake… I’m close already,” she panted between kisses. I sped up just a little, one hand slipping between us to rub her clit in lazy circles. Her pussy clenched hard around my cock, milking me as her orgasm hit. She trembled, burying her face in my neck, moaning my name while her juices coated my balls.

I held her through it, kissing her softly, then flipped us so she lay beneath me on the couch. Entering her again in one smooth thrust, I kept the pace tender, savoring every ripple of her inner walls. We kissed through every stroke, hands caressing backs, thighs, hair. The heat between us grew unbearable, slick sounds echoing quietly.

“Come inside me,” Elena begged against my lips, her legs wrapping around my waist. I buried myself deep, groaning as my cock pulsed and flooded her pussy with thick ropes of cum. She came again with me, her nails digging into my shoulders, bodies locked in shared ecstasy.

Afterward we straightened our clothes with shaky laughs, stealing one last long kiss. “That was… perfect,” she said, smoothing my tie.

回到婚宴上，我们熬过了敬酒和切蛋糕，但每一次隔着桌子的对视都迸发着隐秘的火花。第二天早上在酒店房间里，阳光洒在凌乱的床单上，我把咖啡递给她。埃琳娜接过时露出羞涩的微笑，头发乱糟糟的，眼里仍闪着光。

“你再这样看着我，我们就要错过退房时间了。”我打趣道，伸手拂开她脸上的一缕发丝。

She sipped slowly, then leaned in for a soft kiss. “Worth it. Last night changed everything… in the best way.”

I pulled her close, the scent of her skin and coffee mixing, already wondering when we could try something new again.