I walk as casually as I can, but if anyone is watching, I doubt they'd miss the hard-on I'm sporting. I open the bathroom door, close it behind me, and lock it. Lilah is leaning against the far wall, her eyes burning with anticipation. I don't waste a second unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. I've got my dick in hand and stroke it as she watches, licking her parted lips. She wordlessly holds up a condom between two fingers.
I take it, sheathing myself as quickly as I can. Her breathing is fast and shallow, making her tits heave at the front of her dress.
"Turn around," I demand gruffly. She faces the wall and places her palms on it, bending forward slowly, making her dress hitch up, inch by tantalizing fucking inch. She watches me while I sink to my knees behind her. I toss the bottom of her dress up her back, out of my way, and strip her soaking wet panties to her ankles.
She gasps as I press a finger into her core and immediately add a second. She's so hot and slick that my mind goes blank. I can't think about a single thing beyond the need wracking my body. Grabbing her hips, I bury my face in her pussy, focusing all of my energy on the area around her clit. She tastes so fucking good, tangy with musky desire. I pick up speed, practically assaulting her clit until she's shaking and whimpering and so fucking needy that I can't wait anymore.
My cock is aching. Throbbing with need. I stand, and in one rough thrust, sink deep in her pussy. Lilah lets out a low moan, her eyes glazed as she watches me over her shoulder.
"Yes. Oh, god. Yes. Please," she whispers.
I wrap my forearm around the front of her shoulders, pulling her back into me as I pet her clit with the other hand. She feels so fucking good.
She's trembling, her body like bowstring, ready to snap. I cover her mouth and whisper in her ear, "You like that cock, don't you?"
She moans against my hand, her pussy gripping me like a hot fist. I'm desperate to come, but I won't do it until I make her lose control. "I need to feel you come. Be a good girl and come on my dick. I need to feel that tight little pussy strangle my cock."
Lilah's so wet, I can feel her juice on my balls as she comes, cunt clamping down on me like a fucking vise as she screams against my hand. I come hard with a grunt, muffled in her hair. We sag against the wall, catching our breath, but there's no time to hold her like I want to.
Stripping the condom, I tie it off and wrap it in a paper towel before tossing it in the trash. Lilah hurriedly wets a paper towel, handing it to me with a blissful grin. We clean up quickly, aware that our waiter might be missing us by now. Lilah is holding her panties and looking like she's not sure what to do with them.
"They touched the floor," she says, looking truly grossed out. I snatch them and tuck them into my pocket.
Without a word, I kiss her and duck out of the door. I make it back to the table without seeing a single person. Lilah rejoins me a minute later, looking very smug as she takes a sip from her wine glass. Just as she sets her glass back on the table, the waiter arrives with our food.
"Sorry about the wait, folks," he says dully. "Kitchen got a little backed up. Dessert is on the house tonight." He's gone before either of us can respond.
"I already had dessert," I say under my breath, and Lilah giggles.