I feel totally at ease with her. It’s like conversation isn’t even necessary. We’re both just happy to be here.
“This lunch is absolutely incredible,” Rose says when she’s had her fill, leaning back and sighing with contentment.
“Do you want to hear something else that’s incredible?” I give her a devilish grin.
“Always,” she whispers seductively.
“Your legs,” I tell her and move my leg to push my knees between hers, spreading them wide open.
She lets them fall apart, lets me ease her open like a blossoming flower. The intense heat between us fills my cock with a rush of blood as it pounds, pulses, and stands at attention, practically fucking bursting from my pants.
The fact that we’re alone, yet still in a public place, gives me more fuel to act on the sexual tension and chemistry that swirls around us.
Sure, I want to fuck her right here on the table, but I know that won’t be acceptable. Plus, I’m the fucking boss. I should probably maintain some amount of propriety, whether I fucking want to or not.
“I have to say, it’s fucking nice that every time I see you, you’re wearing a dress,” I tease her.
“Easy access?” She giggles.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I say and take a deep breath.
Christ, Rose has me wrapped around her finger already.
The craziest part? I fucking love it.
Daniel
Easy access. I like the sound of those words.
It might be easy access for my fingers, but for my throbbing cock—it’s an entirely different story. And it’s my cock that really wants to get inside her pussy.
But, if it can’t be, I’ll have to make alternative arrangements. After all, I’m a man full of fucking ideas.
I watch her dip a piece of bread in olive oil before bringing it to her mouth. Her lips pucker a little as she takes the delicacy between her teeth. Oil drips down her chin.
Instantly, I reach out with a finger to clean up the mess.
She smiles.
I decide to change position. Sitting across from her means I can’t quite reach the part of her I really want to taste tonight. And since I know her legs are stretched far apart, it’s time to make my next move.
I slide into the seat beside her. Our bare skin touches, and I can practically feel the fucking scorch marks.
She looks at me intently as I dip my fingers in my glass of water and pull out an ice cube.
I grin at the confusion on her face. I drop the hand with the ice cube under the table and press it against her thigh.
Her breath hitches, and her eyes widen at the sudden cold contact.
I bring the ice cube up to her hot and wet pussy and push it against her clit.
She holds her breath for a few seconds, and when I move the melting object across her sensitive flesh, I hear her breathe slowly.
A dreamy look appears on her face, and those delicious red lips curl up into a soft smile.
The ice has melted, but I leave my fingers where they are, stroking her pussy. I feel her scoot forward to push harder against my hand, as if she’s eager for more.
I smile.
“A little impatient, are we?” I tease.
Just then, the waitress comes to check on us. “Anyone up for dessert?”
“Shall I order dessert for you, my love?” I ask.
Rose nods, and I see her lick her lips. Her cheeks have reddened a little, but I leave my hand where it’s comfortable. No point drawing attention to its current position.
It’s not like anyone can see what I’m doing anyway. For anyone standing near our table, it would just look like I’ve got my hand resting on my lap.
“We’ll take the crème brulee for two, please.”
“Certainly.” The young woman smiles and is about to leave when I decide I better order another bottle of wine.
“And a Pinot Gris as well.”
After a quick nod, the waitress leaves.
“OMG,” whispers Rose. “I can’t believe what you’re doing.”
Despite her words, she doesn’t push my hand away or move herself into a different position.
I pretend to look shocked and then feign ignorance. “I haven’t got the slightest idea what you’re accusing me of.” My hand pushes a little harder against her. I feel the waves of pleasure rippling through Rose.
She giggles. Damn, she looks sexy with those normally pale cheeks now flushed with pleasure. I love the way she’s squirming and wrestling with herself about my hand and her exposed pussy.
It makes her look even sexier than she already does.
“Now then,” I lean into her, “where was I?”
I kiss her neck and nibble on the lobe of her ear. A soft moan escapes her lips. I start to move my finger gently across her clit, from side to side and up and down.
“Do…good…in public…” Her words come out jumbled.
Of course I know what she’s trying to tell me, but I play dumb anyway.
“I have no idea what you’re trying to say,” I whisper into her ear, my fingers now hovering near her entrance, teasing her.
A waiter approaches and pours the new wine into a glass for me to taste.
I take a small sip of the white wine and swirl it around my mouth before swallowing.
“I’ve had better, but it’ll do until later,” I say to the man and watch him fill Rose’s glass and then mine.
“I can’t believe you just said that to the poor young man,” Rose says in shock, and I grin.
“I don’t think he understood the double meaning,” I reply and continue to place little kisses on her neck. My hand goes back to her clit.
If there’s one thing that turns me on more than anything else, it’s to see her inner struggle. She looks so fucking delicious as she squirms in her seat, torn between giving in to what’s happening and fighting against it.
Right now, the giving in is winning.
Slowly, I move my hand off her clit and let my finger push all the way into that dripping pussy of hers.
I push as far as I can and then hook my finger in. The little squeal she makes lets me know I’ve found it—her sweet spot.
As I massage her inner walls, she tries to keep her face as nonchalant as possible.
And then I pull out of her again. I can practically hear and feel her disappointment. But she doesn’t have to wait too long.
Once I’m out of her, I use the juices on my finger to draw little lines along the inside of her legs.
“Oh, fuck, Daniel,” she mumbles, her right hand gripping my leg. She’s digging her fingernails into my thigh.
My massive cock is throbbing in my pants, and I’ll have to do some serious mediation before I can stand up and leave this table. There’s no way I can get up with this massive hard-on in my pants.
Our dessert arrives, so I leave my hand pressed against her pussy.
She sighs and picks up her spoon, digging into the sweet dessert.
She takes her first mouthful, and I say, “Remind you of something else that’s delicious and creamy?”
She shakes her head.
“I’ll give you a hint.” I wink and point to my crotch.
Her eyes widen.
“Maybe in the kitchen,” I suggest with a grin.
Rose laughs. “I seriously doubt it,” she finally manages to say between mouthfuls.
Mentally, I give her another tick. She’s got a wicked sense of humor—another thing I like in a woman.
I can’t stand girls who pretend to be all prim and proper and shit. No. A woman’s got to be able to take a joke and tell one.
The dessert is fucking delicious, but not as delicious as my lunch companion and resort date.
I can’t fucking wait to leave lunch and fuck her properly.
My fingers go back to humping her pussy. I want to see her come here at the restaurant, over lunch.
I’m not a betting man, but if I were, I’d say it won’t take me long to tip he
r over the edge and make her have an orgasm right here in public.
The knowledge that I’m pushing her out of her comfort zone is more intoxicating than scotch on ice.
“I want to watch you come. I want to see you fuck my fingers and do it right here in public,” I whisper into her ear.
Now her face goes an even darker shade of red.
“Daniel,” she says under her breath. At the same time, she pushes her hips toward my plunging finger. “I…it’s a bit too public…our room.”
There’s no one around us. We’re so far out of everyone’s line of sight that I can even take my pants off and sit her on my lap so I can fuck her for real.
Briefly, I entertain that idea. Now, that would be fucking awesome.
As I pummel in and out of her faster and harder, the walls of her pussy tighten, grabbing my fingers and trying to break them in two.
Fuck, she’s got one strong pussy. I can’t wait for my cock to be inside her.
I should just pick her up and take her to our room right fucking now. What the fuck am I doing waiting?
But I do want to keep giving her this pleasure right now because it feels fucking good to see her glow with desire and lust.
Faster and faster, I move in and out. Will she grab onto the table any minute and yell at the top of her lungs, like that chick in that movie? I can picture the scene, but for the life of me, I can’t recall the title.
I feel that Rose is getting close to coming. Her pussy becomes tighter and tighter, and I can feel her body quiver in anticipation.
And then her orgasm erupts deep within her and spreads through her like a wildfire. Even though she’s trying to keep her face impassive, I can see the pleasure burning in her eyes before they roll to the back of her head in ecstasy.
When her body stops shivering, I pull my finger out of her. I hold it up in front of her face, and she wraps her own tongue around it and sucks all her cum off. When she’s finished, I draw it out of her mouth with a loud pop.
“Now,” she leans into me, “do you think you have room for more dessert after this?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I stand up. “I can’t fucking wait for it.”
We leave the restaurant laughing like two horny teenagers who’ve committed some petty crime and are running from the scene.
Rose
I’m torn between feeling absolutely embarrassed as hell and feeling like I just did something to be proud of.
If Jenna—or any of my other cousins were to hear what just happened—they’d die. Okay, so they wouldn’t die, but they’d turn green with envy.
I mean, I don’t think any of them have ever done anything as kinky as letting their doting husbands finger fuck them in public.
Speaking of which…did I really just do that?
I bite my bottom lip. The pain shooting through me is real, so it definitely isn’t a dream. But holy hell, what came over me?
Where’s the good girl Rose who would never do anything so daring and outrageous?
I shake my head, but I can’t help being giddy with excitement.
It’s not as if being the good girl is something to brag about—especially if being good means being boring.
Am I boring?
I frown, wondering.
Daniel stops in front of the elevator and presses the button for our floor. Our eyes meet, and I feel a little like a movie star. It’s not every day that I get whisked away to a five-star ultra-luxury beach resort where my date is the owner.
Date...Is that even the correct word?
Is he my date, or is he something else? Technically, we aren’t dating. I mean this is supposed to be a business arrangement, isn’t it?
A business arrangement...but that sounds too odd for words, too. How can having a baby be a business arrangement?
Images of dirty diapers, messy babies, and tantrums come to mind. I think it’s going to be far from business, which is white shirts, contracts, and meetings over coffee or long lunches.
Is it also the warmth of his lips on the side of my head, rousing me from my wayward thoughts? This is hardly the moment to be debating our arrangement—what to call it and how to classify it.
Early days, Rose, I remind myself.
I mean, I might find Daniel totally intolerable by the morning. I might decide this baby bargain was a fucking terrible idea.
Somehow, I know I won’t, though.
Gently, he pushes me into the open elevator and keeps his arm wrapped around me.
I see another couple approach, but they hesitate and the doors slide shut. Thank fuck.
Daniel turns me toward him immediately and his mouth melts into mine like chocolate on my tongue.
My hands slide down the back of his pants, and I pull him toward me.
Briefly, I wonder if we’re going to have elevator sex. I’ve never done it in an elevator, and the idea has me gushing all over again. Come to think of it, I haven’t done it many places at all.
When Daniel thrusts his hips toward me, I’m tempted to just open his zipper and free his locked up cock and drop to my knees to worship it, but there’s a little jolt and we come to a sudden stop.
A huge part of me hopes that we’ve broken down so that we can live out my new fantasy of fucking in an elevator, waiting to be rescued.
But instead of lifting my dress to get to my pussy, Daniel moves away from me and leads me out the door.
Okay, well, maybe we’ll fuck in the elevator another time. I’m sure that whatever we do next, it will be just as mind-blowing as everything else we’ve done so far.
He opens the door to our penthouse suite, and I suck in my breath as I’m confronted with insanely over-the-top luxury.
The hallway leads to a huge living room with a red leather lounge, massive windows that capture the view of the ocean and a huge fireplace that takes up an entire wall.
On the ornate wooden coffee table rests a silver bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne, along with two tall gold-rimmed glasses. There’s a bunch of chocolate-dipped fruits there as well.
At first glance, I thought it was a rather exotic bunch of flowers, but on closer inspection, it’s fruit dipped in white, dark, and milk chocolate.
Daniel takes one of the strawberries and holds it to my mouth. I take it from him with my teeth. Then I lick his finger and release it with a loud pop.
Our eyes lock. He picks another piece of fruit and offers it to me again. While he keeps feeding me, I undo the zipper of my dress and let it slide down my shoulders.
A little strawberry juice runs down my chin, and Daniel leans forward to lick it off me. His hands find the back of my bra and unhook it.
My breasts bounce up and down when they’re freed. The sensation of Daniel’s eyes on me and the fresh air on my tingling skin leaves me feeling overwhelmed and needy.
I watch him take off the lid of a small round container. Then he dips his finger into it.
Mesmerized, I watch as he now holds up his chocolate-covered finger. He leans forward and smears it onto my already rock-hard nipples. Holy shit.
“Now that’s a bit sticky,” I mumble, almost incoherent with the lust rocketing through me, and watch him repeat his actions.
Daniel grins. “I promise to lick it all off.”
He shoves me gently onto the couch. He pulls the dress away and actually fucking rips my thong right off me. Then, he draws a chocolate line from nipple to nipple and down to my throbbing, waiting pussy.
Oh god, this man really knows how to drive a woman insane. My body feels like it’s on fire, the flames licking my pussy, the back of my head, and my insides.
My skin burns with desire, and my pussy aches for Daniel to touch it—fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t fucking care as long as he relieves some of this tension building inside me.
I arch my lower back and thrust my pelvis toward his finger.
But Daniel isn’t done. He keeps dipping into the chocolate and painting my body as if I’m the canvas and he’s t
he artist.
If he doesn’t fuck me soon or do something other than cover me in chocolate, I swear I’ll go mad. How much teasing can a body stand?
As if having read my mind, he finally makes his move.
I feel his tongue lick at my belly button. From there, he moves up to my nipples. His mouth engulfs first the left and then the right.
Stars appear in front of my eyes, and my head spins. I can’t think straight anymore, and I’m not even sure I’ll still remember my own name after this.
Could you lose your mind from too much pleasure?
If so, I don’t recall having read about it. Since you can read all kinds of useless shit on the internet, and I haven’t read about anyone losing his or her marbles from too much pleasure, it can’t be possible. But I might be the first.
By now Daniel’s tongue and mouth are working away at my belly and lower abdomen.
“Daniel, please, just fuck me already,” I beg. I’m surprised at my own language and behavior.
Before him, I have neither used the word ‘fuck’ during sex nor thought it. And I would never have begged a guy like this.
Of course, Daniel isn’t just any guy. He’s a fucking magician with his hands, tongue, and mouth. But what I really want is his big, thick cock inside my throbbing pussy.
Daniel responds to my request by burying his nose into my wetness. His tongue starts work away at my clit and then pushes into me.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I screech and lift my ass off the couch to meet his tongue.
By now, that fire Daniel ignited in me earlier is burning so brightly I fear it might consume me completely.
When his hands find my ass, I lose complete control of my senses. It’s as if I’ve jumped off a cliff and am now floating on clouds.
His tongue darts merciless in and out of my pulsing, throbbing, drenched pussy.
O. M. G.
He’s going to make me come again. And he hasn’t even used his cock yet. How many orgasms can I have in one afternoon? How many can you have before exhaustion and the inability to have any more set in?
I think Daniel’s determined to find out.
“Oh, Daaaaaaannniiiiieeel,” I scream and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.
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