Chapter 133
POV MATTHEW
“We could be two crazy people then… and do something crazy together.” Elizabeth said, her gaze dripping with mischief as she finished her drink all at once. Then she signaled to the bartender delicately, never taking her eyes off me, and asked, “A dry martini, please.”
“I think you’re drinking too much… you’re mixing too many drinks, that’s not going to be good for you,” I said in a serious tone, trying to sound calm despite the restlessness growing inside me.
“It’s fine… I can control myself.” She grabbed the glass as soon as the bartender brought it, swirled the liquid around, playing with the ice, and looked at me intently. “So… are you up for doing some crazy things with me?” she asked with that provocative smile that seemed to undress anyone.
Before I could answer, she leaned forward, bringing her face close to mine. I took a deep breath and spoke softly, firmly, trying to keep my reason:
“There’s a problem… I’m married, and my wife is very jealous.” I said, looking at her.
“I’m not jealous,” she replied without hesitation, downing the rest of her martini in one go and placing the glass on the counter with controlled force. “And your wife won’t know… I can keep a secret.”
Suddenly, without giving me time to say anything, she grabbed my hand firmly and pulled me towards the stairs leading to the VIP area. We went up quickly. She looked around, making sure no one saw us, and dragged me into the women’s bathroom, locking the door behind us.
As soon as I heard the lock click, I felt her body pressed against mine. She pushed me against the cold wall and started kissing my neck with urgency. I closed my eyes, feeling her warm tongue tracing paths along my skin while my hands held her firmly, pulling her closer and hearing a low, husky moan escape her lips.
I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline of possibly getting caught, but my body was already burning with desire. She began lifting my shirt slowly, leaving wet kisses down my chest and stomach before taking it off completely. Looking into my eyes, she bit her lower lip with silent desire, unbuttoning my pants without a word.
My body pulsed hard under her touch. With a teasing smile, she lowered my zipper and freed me, her hungry eyes making me shiver. She ran her tongue lightly over me, making me let out a quiet groan, then began to move with a slow, sensual rhythm that made me lose all sense of control.
I wrapped my hand in her hair, guiding her softly, feeling every shiver her warm mouth caused me until I surrendered to her completely, my body trembling from the intense pleasure. She stood up calmly, wiping her lips, and walked over to the sink to wash her mouth.
Still breathing heavily, trying to compose myself, I hugged her from behind, feeling her small body melt into mine. She turned, kissed me deeply, and my hands went straight to her thighs, lifting her dress up to her waist.
In one swift motion, I lifted her onto the sink. She parted her legs for me, and I felt the heat radiating from her as I traced my fingers over her slowly, hearing her breath catch in a moan. Then I bent down, tasting her softly, exploring every inch with my lips while my fingers moved with slow intensity.
“Oh, Matthew, please… now…” she whispered, pulling my hair, her moans echoing softly despite the loud music outside.
I kept moving with a deeper rhythm until her body trembled against my mouth and she let out a broken cry of pleasure, her breathing ragged and needy.
I rose to kiss her, feeling her lips devour mine with desperate hunger. Sitting down on the closed toilet lid, I pulled her onto my lap. She gasped softly as she took me in fully, moving with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips.
Someone knocked on the bathroom door suddenly, and she froze, her wide eyes meeting mine. I pressed my hand over her mouth and whispered huskily in her ear:
“Don’t stop, baby… keep going, you’re driving me insane.”
She smiled behind my hand and began to move again, deeper, her gaze locked on mine as I groaned low, overwhelmed by her. Holding her waist firmly, I guided her movements faster until her body shook with mine, our moans blending in quiet desperation.
We fell apart together, our bodies trembling with intense relief as we held each other close.
“God… you feel so good…” I whispered hoarsely, still catching my breath, holding her tightly against me.
She stayed there, her face resting against my neck, her breathing unsteady. I kissed her shoulder gently and whispered with my heart racing,
“I love you, my queen.”
“I love you too, baby…” she replied softly before slowly getting up.
She took her bag, pulling out some wipes to clean herself up, and handed me one. I cleaned myself silently, watching her fix her dress and retouch her makeup with a quiet laugh.
“Damn… I’m all messed up,” she said, looking at me in the mirror and smiling. “Baby, if you want, it’s better for you to wait for me outside.”
I nodded, washed my hands and face, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door. I looked around before stepping out, slipping my hands into my pockets as I waited for Elizabeth outside.
A few minutes later, she walked out, beautiful and irresistible as always. We went back downstairs, hand in hand, returning to the dance floor where our friends were losing themselves to the music.
In the middle of all that noise, all I could hear was her breathing and my heart beating wildly for her – crazy, intense, and completely surrendered.
We started dancing close when a slower song began to play. Elizabeth looked me in the eyes with that smile that always melted me and whispered softly in my ear:
“I swear… I don’t love you a little… I love you a lot…”
I held the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, feeling our bodies press even closer together. We danced there, wrapped up in each other, letting the whole world disappear, enjoying that song that seemed to describe exactly what we felt for each other.