It’s like he can reach right into my brain and find things I didn’t even know I wanted to share with him. I’d find it unnerving if I wasn’t so incredibly turned on right now.
“I know you want to do this,” he says.
“How?” I try to be defiant but it’s not easy with his hand stroking my buttocks so softly I could melt into the tiled diner floor.
“By the way you reacted when I touched you under the table. Lift your right leg.”
I do as he tells me and he takes off my panties so I can spread my knees for him. I bend forward, pushing my ass back, turning my head so I can see his reaction. He’s staring between my legs, unzipping his pants at the same time.
Somehow, his cock is all the more obscene for being out in a public place. Sure, he might have locked the door but we’re still somewhere we don’t belong. Yet, he doesn’t seem to care and I’m struggling to give a shit.
His confidence must be rubbing off on me. He stands there stroking himself and my hand finds its way between my legs, putting on a show for him.
He watches me for some time, a rumbling noise growing in the back of his throat. “Make yourself come,” he says. “I want to see your pussy contracting when you do.”
I keep moving my fingers on my clit, loving the way his eyes are flashing whenever I glance back at him. I’m holding his complete attention and that makes me feel powerful. I slide my hands back over my dress, spreading my ass, displaying myself for his gaze.
His cock twitches in his hand and I think he’s about to come but he slows his movements just in time. Once again, that iron self control of his is on display.
I want to take him into my mouth. I want him inside me. I want to feel it when he comes in me. I keep teasing him, shuffling my hips from side to side, toying with my clit again, slipping a finger into myself.
The fact we’re in a public place makes it happen fast when it does. Out of nowhere, I feel my orgasm approaching. I rub my fingers back and forth over my clit, hitting the sweet spot that tips me over the edge a couple of minutes later.
“I’m coming,” I say when it hits me, my voice a groan of pleasure and shock. It’s never happened this fast before.
Even as the spasms hit my pussy, I can feel him back there. The tip of his cock is in me before I know it. My orgasm is still racing through me, waves of pleasure that are only enhanced by the feel of him stretching my insides.
Is this it? I think to myself as he slides deeper into me. Is this the one that gets me pregnant? Is it about to happen?
The thrusts into me grow faster. I can feel his pent up frustration at having to wait. The strength of him is clear. He’s restraining himself but only just.
I rock back onto him, barely able to stay in place as his speed continues to grow. I get one hand to my clit again, stroking it frantically as he growls and snarls like a wild animal.
“Come in me,” I tell him, my voice as wild as his movements. “Do it to me. Give it to me.”
He pulls out of me, grabbing me by the hips, spinning me around, pushing me back onto the table. I spread my legs wide, lifting my knees as he slides straight back into me, pushing all the way in, filling me completely.
He stares at my hand on my clit, watching my movements and then his eyes move up to my face. “I’m going to come in you,” he says in a deep rumble. “You ready?”
“Give it to me,” I tell him again and again until it happens.
He throws his head back and lets out a deep grunt of satisfaction. In the same instant, his cock twitches deep inside me. Once again, I’m filled with that wonderful sensation of heat spurting out of him. It’s all the more powerful a feeling knowing the meaning of it. He’s held back until now.
A climax hits me a moment later, made all the stronger by seeing the look on his face as he stares at me. Complete lust and desire. All for me.
He thrusts again, holding himself all the way in me, impaling me on his hands. His hands hold my hips in place. I can’t move until he’s done. The last drops fall from him, squeezed by the muscles inside me, making sure not to waste anything he has to give me.
His shoulders sag slightly as the last twitches fade from his cock. He slides slowly from me, helping me to sit up a moment later.
I stare up at him in a daze until he kisses me. His tongue slips into my mouth and I lose myself in the moment, dazed and still not sure if this is all a wonderful dream.
When I stand up a couple of minutes later, my legs refuse to work. I have to hold onto him, slipping down onto the table as I slide back into my seat, my head high in the clouds above.
He walks toward the door, pushing his cock back into his pants. He slips the key into the lock and turns it before lifting the blinds once more. He leans outside and whistles. The waitress and the cook come back in, glancing my way as they do.
Can they tell what just happened? Maybe from the fact that my panties are on the floor at my feet. I kick them toward me, hiding them from view as Nico comes back to join me. “Hungry?” he asks.
“Starving,” I reply.