新婚套房

I watched Maya’s reflection in the bathroom mirror, her fingers tracing the edge of the stall door. The wedding reception thrummed beyond the walls, bass thumping through the floorboards. She was wearing that burgundy dress, the one that dipped low enough to make my mouth go dry.

“You know they’re going to notice we’re gone,” I said, my voice low.

“Let them.” She turned, her eyes catching the light. “I’ve been thinking about this all night, Leo. Every time you looked at me across the table, I felt it.”

“Maya...” I started, but she was already pushing me into the last stall, her hand flat against my chest.

The door clicked shut. The air smelled like expensive soap and her perfume. She dropped to her knees without a word, her fingers working my belt with practiced ease.

“I want to try something,” she whispered, looking up at me. “Trust me?”

I nodded, my breath catching as she reached into her clutch purse. The condom wrapper crinkled between her fingers. She tore it open with her teeth, her eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re going to fuck me here,” she said, rolling the latex down my length. “Right against this door. And I want you to be loud.”

My cock twitched in her grip. She stood, hiked her dress up to her hips, and pressed her ass against me. No underwear. Of course.

“God, Maya,” I groaned, feeling her heat through the thin latex.

“Shh.” She reached back, guiding me to her entrance. “Just the tip first.”

I pushed forward, watching her lips part as I slid inside. She was wet, so wet that the latex barely registered. Her hand gripped the metal handle of the door, knuckles white.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “You feel so good.”

I buried myself to the hilt, my hands finding her hips. The stall groaned with us, the sound of skin against skin echoing off the tiles. I set a rhythm, slow at first, savoring the way she clenched around me.

“Faster,” she demanded, pushing back against me. “Harder.”

I gave her what she wanted. My thumb found her clit, circling as I drove into her. She bit her lip to keep quiet, but a moan escaped anyway, sharp and desperate.

“Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”

The door rattled. Somewhere beyond, a toilet flushed, and we froze. Her eyes met mine, wild with excitement. She mouthed the words: “Keep going.”

I did. I slammed into her, the rhythm breaking into something frantic, animal. Her legs trembled, and I could feel her tightening around me.

“I’m close,” she whispered, her forehead pressed against the door.

“Me too.”

“Cum inside me,” she begged. “Please. I want to feel it.”

That was all I needed. I spilled into her with a guttural groan, my body shuddering against hers. She came right after, her walls milking me through the last waves.

We stood there for a moment, catching our breath. She turned, her lips swollen, her eyes bright.

“Your tie is crooked,” she said, straightening it.

I laughed, pulling her close for a kiss. “You’re insane.”

“You love it.”

Back at the table, we slipped into our seats. My cousin raised an eyebrow. Maya just smiled, sipping her champagne.

“You two missed the toasts,” he said.

“We were just... checking out the venue,” Maya replied, her hand finding my thigh under the table.

I felt her squeeze. The night was far from over.