Page 87 of I see you Beauty

Ezra moves close to me on the bench we’re sitting on and plants a breathy kiss on me as he rests his arm on the backrest behind me.

“That makes me happy. Have you noticed? We’re practically undisturbed here, Beauty. No one will notice what I do to you if you’re quiet,” he whispers before capturing my lips between his and making me gasp as lightning flashes through me.

I nod gently, biting my lower lip to stifle another sound. Ezra kisses his way down my neck and caresses my bare shoulder with his fingertips. Everything inside me tingles all over again as if he hadn’t just made me scream with ecstasy out there in the parking lot.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growls low as he grabs my hand and places it on his large and throbbing bulge under the tablecloth.

I gasp because Ezra is already so hard and ready for me again that my head spins at the thought of what else he might do to me today.

“Can I get you something to drink?” the server then draws my attention.

Ashamed, I turn away from him and bury my face in Ezra’s shirt. I’m so embarrassed right now.

“Gladly. Please bring us some champagne while we wait for the appetizer. I already discussed the menu when I made the reservation,” Ezra replies confidently.

I look up at him with a laugh when I notice the server has left, and my head shakes in amusement. Ezra laughs, too, and puts his hand on my cheek. Our laughter dies down at some point, and we just look at each other. My heart feels so warm, and the butterflies in my stomach are working extra shifts again today because they don’t want to stop fluttering like crazy. I can no longer ignore this warm feeling in my chest. I have fallen in love with Ezra—head over heels.

“You’ve got this all planned out, huh?” I ask him as the words he said to the server come back to me.

“Of course. Only the best for the woman of my dreams,” Ezra murmurs before kissing me.

I smile at his words and can’t stop my cheeks from glowing.

The champagne is brought to us, and we clink glasses.

“To a nice evening,” I toast him, our glasses clinking softly against each other before we both take a sip of the sparkling drink.

Ezra gives me his unashamedly sexy smile as he takes my glass from me and then puts both of ours down. Not a moment later, he reaches for my neck to pull me back against his soft lips and kisses me out of my mind.

We just can’t keep our hands off each other. No matter how often the server comes and brings us our appetizer or clears our plates. He always catches us kissing or Ezra running his hands provocatively over my dress. And I would be embarrassed, like the first time he caught us, but now I don’t care because I only see, smell, taste, and feel Ezra. And I’m addicted to him.

After the server clears the plates of the main course and brings us a nightcap, our lips met again with hunger. My hunger is far from satisfied, and I still want much more.

“Will you be my good girl?” he whispers in a deep voice close to my ear, immediately giving me goosebumps and making my breathing quicken.

I nod silently because I would do anything he asks of me now, as long as he continues to make me feel as good as I do right now, or maybe even better…

“Good, then touch yourself. Rub and finger yourself until you come for me before dessert is brought to us. If you succeed, I’ll reward you. If you fail, you’ll be punished… Do you dare, Beauty?”

I don’t know what to do about his demand. My pulse is racing, and my head is running through all possible scenarios of how this could end. What could happen. But my mind suddenly goes blank when his soft lips hit the sensitive spot under my ear.

“Be my good girl, Beauty, and touch yourself for me,” he growls and nibbles on my earlobe, making me gasp again.

My crotch is already on fire, and there’s really no question of saying no because I want to obey him. I want him to give me everything. The punishment and the reward are all in one, and I know, even without Ezra saying it, that I will get it from him. So I let my hand slip unobtrusively under the white tablecloth and slowly gather my dress for good access.

“That’s good. Push your wet panties aside and expose your sweet pussy for me.”

I tremulously follow his command. My heart is pounding in my throat, and the adrenaline is rushing through my veins, which seems to excite me even more as the tingling between my thighs intensifies.

“Touch your folds. Gently and without opening yourself for me. Caress yourself and imagine it’s my tongue licking you delicately… Can you feel it, Beauty?”

“Yes,” I moan softly as I follow his instructions.

“How wet are you for me?” he mumbles, rubbing the tip of his nose over my cheek. “Part your lower lips for me, dip your fingers into your sweet pussy, and then show me how fucking wet you are for me.”

A tremor grips my body because what he’s doing to me is so wicked and forbidden that the fear of being caught alone gets me all worked up, intensifying the sensation.

I bite down hard on my lower lip as I slowly part my folds past my clit, which craves attention, and onto my entrance. I’m leaking; this is all so arousing.

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