I nod. “You mentioned that it was one of your favorite desserts.”
She puts her hand over mine and pushes it higher up her leg, bringing my fingertips to the hem of her dress. My fingers continue their ascent, grazing against the material of her thong.
Only, I don’t feel any material.
Soft, warm skin greets me instead.
My head whips to the right to look at her. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“I asked you if you wanted black or nude.” She fights to conceal her grin. “I went withnude.”
“Jesus Christ.” I run my knuckles over her most sensitive spot, loving the way she hums in my ear and pushes herself against my hand. “You’re killing me.”
The waiter arrives at our table and drops down three plates. Phoenix stiffens in the seat beside me. But I don’t let up.
“Is there anything else I can get you at the moment?” the waiter asks.
I glance over at Phoenix as I slip a finger inside her. “Is there anything you need?”
She shakes her head and swallows as a pink flush crawls from her chest to her cheeks. “N-no, thank you. This is p-perfect.”
“Great.” The waiter smiles. “Are you ready to order your main course, or do you want to wait to order?”
I curl my finger and run my thumb over her clit at the same time. “What do you think, babe? Are you ready for the main course?”
Phoenix stifles a moan and grips my wrist. “I think we’re okay for now.”
The waiter nods. “Of course. I’ll come back in a bit to check on you.”
“Thank you.” I wait for him to leave our table before slipping my finger out of her and bringing it to my mouth for a taste. “Mmm. Fucking delicious.”
Phoenix whimpers. “Tease.”
I chuckle. “Says the one who didn’t wear underwear.”
“Let’s skip the main course and ask for the check so we can get home.”
“As much as I’d love to tear this dress off of you, we’re not rushing through dinner.” I lean in and bite the cusp of her ear. “Now be patient like a good girl.”
I thoroughly enjoy teasing Phoenix for the remainder of dinner, despite the fact that it’s torturing me as well.
When we get back to her house, I unload my bag of ingredients onto the island.
“We’re going to mix these with sugar and melted butter to make the crust.” I place the box of graham crackers in front of Phoenix. “Start crushing these up.”
“Yes, sir.”
My dick twitches. It’s been straining against my pants all night after my stunt under the table at dinner. I try my best to focus as I whisk together the pie ingredients, but with Phoenix beside me in the privacy of her house, my restraint is slipping.
I dip my finger into the pie filling and bring it to her lips. “How does this taste?”
Her tongue snakes out, and she takes my finger into her mouth in an agonizingly slow motion.
“I don’t know. I think I need another taste.” She dips her finger into the bowl and swipes it against my mouth. Then she reaches up and rolls her tongue across my lips.
It’s the shot at the starting line.
I dig my fingers into her hips and hoist her up onto the counter. She tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head, and then we come back together, our tongues finding each other as we kiss and nip and suck. I slip my hands into her hair and grip it tight, jerking her head up to give me better access to her mouth.