I know you’ve wanted me to dress up in this costume for a few Halloweens. The first, I was too shy – we’d only been together for a month. Last Halloween, I was too distracted by the way you looked in *your* costume to even get mine on. By the time I was done with you, we’d missed the bulk of the party, but I don’t think either of us minded.
This year, though, the party is at our house – no excuses. You’re putting the finishing touches on the party while I get ready upstairs. I linger until I hear the doorbell begin to ring as our guests arrive and then smile at myself in the mirror. Leaning in close, I cup my tits in my costume and squeeze, satisfied with the way they’re on display.
As I walk downstairs I look for you, and we lock eyes from where you are across the room. I can see your lips begin to part as your mouth hangs open and I bite my lip at your appreciation. It’s enough to make me flush as my nipples tighten against thin fabric. Friends can’t stop complimenting my costume, just as you thought, but I can’t stop watching you as we mingle in separate corners. I’m wondering if you’re hard under your costume and thinking about *that* makes me so wet. The next time I look up I can’t see you and disappointment rolls over me.
Suddenly, from behind, I feel hands on my hips and I gasp in happy surprise as your voice fills my ear.
“The party can take care of itself for a little while,” you whisper huskily, and I shiver, pressing back against you and my question is answered: you’re so hard, and I know when we’re both like this, it won’t take long. I let you take my hand and lead me upstairs as a few of our neighbors exchange sly smiles. We haven’t been subtle tonight.
As soon as our bedroom door is closed I’m pressed against it, your hand under my costume, finding me without anything beneath. Your fingers find me slick and wanting, and I feel a smile curve against my neck.
“I knew it,” you breathe out before dragging wetness up to circle my clit. I can’t help but whimper as you touch and my hands fumble for you.
“Please,” I beg, and try not to cry out.
“Please what?” you ask as you slip two fingers into my pussy, curving them upward as I jerk against you.
“Fuck me, please, baby,” I plead. I don’t know how to put into words that I feel like if you aren’t inside of me now, *right now*, I might lose my mind. “*Please*.” The word comes out as a near sob as one hand clings to you by the hip. I must sound desperate because you move your hand away. Even though I know you’re reaching for your cock I whimper at the loss of you touching me in any way.
By the time you have your cock in your hand I don’t realize I’m still begging you quietly under my breath. I feel the tip of you brush against wet warmth and my eyes open as I reach down to stroke you while holding your gaze. As I guide you into my pussy we both groan loudly and I spare a thought for the guests downstairs. Hopefully, the music drowns out our noises but as you begin to move, I realize I don’t care. Let them hear.
“Harder,” I demand, and you don’t hesitate. With one leg high around your hip you keep me steady as you pound into me and I jerk forward. One hand clings to the back of your neck and I can’t stop myself from crying out your name. You feel so good filling me up over and over again, and when you lean forward to take a nipple into your mouth, I moan until you have a stiff peak to circle with the tip of your tongue. You do the same to the other breast and God, I think I might shatter.
You know when I’m close, you always do somehow, and one hand keeps me steady while the other moves so that you can press hard circles against my clit. It’s too much and I can’t even moan. I gasp, choking on your name as my hips spasm and my pussy clenches around your cock. When I come I can’t see anything other than bright flashes of light behind my eyes, and I hear nothing but your ragged breathing and the sound of your slamming into me out of rhythm, chasing your orgasm now.
“Let me feel you, baby,” I manage to gasp out, and with one more low groan in the back of your throat, I feel you go impossibly hard inside of me. I don’t expect it, but the moment I feel your warm cum spill into me I fall into oblivion again, unable to help the frenzied rhythm I grind out against you.
As you begin to still, I shake against you, knees wobbly. We breathe one another in for a moment before kissing slowly, tongues chasing one another lazily.
“There’s a party downstairs, you know,” you murmur against my lips and I laugh, reaching down as you slip out of me to slowly stroke you as you soften.
“To be continued later tonight?”
You seem pleased at this, humming into a kiss before pulling away. “What’s tonight?”
“Well,” I say with a coy smile. “That was my treat. Now you have to see my tricks.”
Your laugh is nearly as good as the sound of you losing yourself to me.
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