Gosh, I want to devour him.
“I have a better idea,” Daniel whispers against my ear and pulls me onto his lap.
I’m wearing a short black dress that cuts above the knee. I’ve got spaghetti straps that keep sliding down my shoulders, and for the first time tonight, I don’t bother trying to pick them back up.
I can feel his heat poking me from beneath.
My fingers claw through his hair as our lips melt together.
He’s not the only one growling. I think I just made a sound in unison.
We shouldn’t.
We can’t.
Not in the bar.
Not in a public place where anyone can see what we’re doing.
God, I want him.
He bites down on my bottom lip and I moan.
The music covers my noises, but I’m sure Daniel can hear every sound that I make.
He guides my legs apart, and he explores what’s hidden beneath my skirt. He feels over my panties. Can he tell they’re soaked because of him?
His fingers are rough and quick, pushing my panties to the side. I’m not sure he didn’t rip the silk material.
His lips move to my ear, his breath tickling and arousing me. “You’re wet for me, Kitten.”
The way he says it sends a shudder through my body.
He pinches my clit, sending a shockwave through me straight to my core.
I struggle to focus, to keep my eyes open. My breathing has deepened. Each breath comes out a gasp.
He covers my mouth, hot and rough, and he shifts my hips slightly, just enough to lift me off him while he guides his cock out from his trousers.
And then he’s forceful, penetrating me.
I moan, confident the entire bar can hear the sounds, and everyone knows what we’re doing.
Daniel covers my mouth. His tongue explores my lips as he grinds his hips and his hands rest on my hips.
We move together in unison. His thrusts are deep and strong.
Suddenly, he lifts my hips and turns me around to sit on his lap. He enters me again, my insides pulsating from the sensation of growing close and him momentarily pulling away.
I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing, but he’s already buried inside my warmth and wetness.
His movements turn faster, rougher as he pounds into me and I clench on.
“Not yet,” he commands.
I gasp and feel on the edge of oblivion.
The sensation builds inside of me. My heart is slamming against my ribcage, my breath coming out in pants as I’m coated in sweat.