Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
"We are good for dessert," Wilson says, looking over at me to see what I’m going to say.
"That sounds great. Is there a bathroom?" I ask, and he points to the other side of the room. I move the linen napkin from my lap and get up, making his hand fall to the chair. "I’ll be right back." I lean down and kiss his lips.
Once I walk to the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are pink, and I wonder if it’s from the whiskey. I turn on the cold water, putting my hand under the water, and then dabbing my cheeks. My nipples are even peaked and aching to be touched, and he did all that with just little touches on my leg and my hand. I shake my head now. "Two can play that game," I say and peel my panties down my legs, turning to walk out of the bathroom.
He sees me coming and looks over at me as I sit back down. "Did you order dessert?" I ask him as I lean over and toss my black panties into his lap.
"What is this?" He grabs the little black ball.
"Those are my panties," I tell him. "Since you liked playing and teasing me, I figured I would remove the barrier." I open my legs now, my skirt falling between my legs. I move my hands up my legs and slip it under my skirt. It’s a good thing the lights are dim in the restaurant. "In case you're wondering," I say, slipping a finger into me and closing my eyes. Fingering myself twice and then opening my eyes, I see him lean over me. His eyes are dark blue as his chest rises and falls. "I’m wet." I move my hand slowly, and his mouth attacks mine. His tongue slides into my mouth at the same time as his hand roams up my legs, and his finger slips in alongside mine. I gasp, letting go of his mouth for just a second. He doesn’t even give me one second before his mouth is down on mine again. My hand comes up to cup his cheek as I turn my head to deepen the kiss. Fuck, his kisses make me weak. I’ve never craved kissing this much. Never. Our fingers move slowly in and out of me. "Faster," I say when I let go of him for a second.
"No," he says, his tongue invading my mouth so I can’t even talk. He swallows my groan as my orgasm approaches. I wish I could spread my legs more. Right before I’m about to come, his thumb flicks my clit, and it’s the extra push I needed. He doesn’t let go of my mouth as I moan out my orgasm. It feels like I’m crashing against the rock. All I want to do is moan, but I can’t. He slowly lets go of my lips when my orgasm passes. "That’s one," he says, pulling his finger out of me and then sucking it into his mouth. "Hmm." He kisses me now. "Better than I remembered." I look around seeing that no one is around.
"I told Fernando to pack up the dessert, leave it by the door, and to give us some private time," he says as I take my finger out of me. He grabs my hand, licking it clean, and I press my knees together, watching him. "You know what I’ve been dying to do," he says, and all I can do is look at him. "This." He slips his hand into the front of my dress, grasping my nipple between his two fingers and pinching it. "I think we should head out." He stands, and I can see his cock outlined in his pants.
I get up, holding the table. My knees are a little weak, then walking over to him. Standing right in front of him “You know what I’ve been dying to do?” I tell him as my hand comes out and palms his cock through his pants. “Suck your cock,” I say, moving my hand up and down. "I couldn’t get it down my throat the last time." I step even closer to him. "But I’ve ordered a bigger vibrator, and I’ve been practicing." One hand comes out to hold my hip, and he squeezes it. "So I’m anxious to see if I can take you all the way down."
His eyes close as I rub his cock, and if I knew that we were going to be alone, I would get on my knees in the middle of the restaurant. He must read my thoughts. "He’s going to be back any second."
I lean in, whispering in his ear, "I’ve never fucked in public before." I nip his earlobe. "And I have to say the thought makes me wet." Chest to chest with him, I continue, "Feel how wet I am." His hand slips under my skirt as two fingers enter me roughly, and I want to put my leg up so he can have more access.