I’m so desperate for his touch down lower that I reach down to unsnap my jeans, but he’s smacking my hand away before I can accomplish the task.
“Hand back on the counter. I’ll take those off when I’m ready. I want the privilege of uncovering that exquisite flesh of yours.
My groan this time is frustrated, but he doesn’t leave me hanging for too long. One long sweep up and down my sides with a pause to squeeze my tits has a low moan coming from him.
He slips down to cup my mound through the pants one last time until I’m pressing up on my toes, arching my back into his hand.
My skin is on fire, every whisper of his breath on my neck, the slight breeze from the vent, every touch amplifies the burn.
Finally, he’s unsnapping my jeans, sliding the zipper down in a slow crawl.
“Please, just get them off.”
“Oh, I’ll be getting something off very soon. You. But only if you’re patient.”
The sounds of the restaurant are dim in the background, but I’m vaguely aware that we are in a public place. “We can’t stay here too long. We’ll get caught.” That’s an excuse to force him into sending me over the edge I’ve been dancing beside for too long.
He sighs, closing his teeth in a gentle nip at the base of my neck. “I guess. You win this time, Beauty.” He yanks my jeans and underwear down so fast I’m jerked back into him, and my feet lift offthe ground.
His left hand closes around my waist, keeping me steady as he tussles with the denim to drag it over my foot. The pants fall to the floor.
“Spread those legs for me. I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours before I sink my cock into it.” His voice is rough around the edges, and there’s a rustle of fabric as he fumbles with his zipper.
The hard flesh of his dick presses into my ass once he’s free, and he reaches around to find my slick center. He toys with me, swearing when he finds out how damp and ready I am for him.
“You need my dick so bad,” he says as he’s sliding the tip of his finger into my opening. “But you’re going to have to be patient for one more second.
I hear foil tearing, and another groan as he slides the condom on. Once he’s ready, he grips my hips again.
“Close your eyes. Just until I get inside. I want you to feel every inch of me sliding inside you, tearing you apart until you come to pieces around my cock.”
A shiver rips through me, and I grip the counter until my knuckles whiten, closing my eyes, waiting.
“Good girl.” He’s leaning right up to my ear.
Every sensation is heightened by the loss of my sight when I shut my eyes. I can feel him tensed behind me and can almost picture the ridges of his abs tight and ready. His hands grip my hips, the tip of his cock poised at my entrance.
His thrust is intense and deep, taking me by surprise even though I was waiting for it. He’s so thick hestretches me to my limits, and the pressure would be too much if I wasn’t so ready for him. The teasing at the table, the slow build here, has me dripping and ready to take all of him in one go.
My eyes fly open, and I see myself, and him, melded into one person. I’m flushed and slightly damp with sweat, but he’s staring at me like I’m something special, eyes shining, taking in every inch of my body.
He fills me perfectly, pausing to kiss the back of my shoulder. “You good? Ready for me?”
I nod. “Fuck, yes.”
There’s a slight sting on my ass that sends another wave rolling through me. I’m so close already. One move and I’ll plummet off the cliff.
His thrusts start off slowly, a steady drag deep inside me, opening me up for him. I’m already trembling and fluttering around him.
“Hold steady for a minute. I don’t want to lose it yet.”
The pressure returns to my clit, matching his quicker thrusts. It builds and builds. Steady heat and need tearing at me.
I’m leaning into my hands, afraid my legs will collapse under me as he brings me closer and closer.
I don’t think I can take any more of the torture when he leans in, his entire body pressed into mine.
“Come for me.” His fingers dance a rapid step over my clit, and I give in, shattering around him.