the low light casting smoothly over every table, the patrons all enjoying their empty conversations. it’s not so much the atmosphere, or the food as much as it is just being together.
he sits next to me, trailing his fingers along my neck, spine, sending tiny shivers to my core. the kiss from outside lingering on my lips. his eyes softening my glance. the waiter comes and goes, not much in the way of service, but we aren’t here for that.
“You look beautiful, have I told you that? I want to enjoy eating you, slowly.”
i am putty in his lap, droplets of water in his hands, a silken embrace of desire waiting to be ravished by his soul. i moan a little, covering my mouth in the crook of his neck, latching my hand around his thigh. squeezing as his words hum and vibrate a surprising orgasmic morsel through me.
he must have ordered, as the food arrives, i smell it, yet don’t see anything but the bearded hairs along his neck. my tongue daringly darts out and tastes him, my lips extinguish the guilt of wanting to savor him.
“Sweet girl, open up, you have to taste this.”
i groan and back away from his neck, opening up my mouth as he asked. but he spills the sauce down my dress. and before i can complain, his mouth is cleaning me up, lapping up the mess while his hands make quick work of sliding up my thigh. his fingers tease my folds, feeling me wetness.
“Mmmm, let’s try that again and this time, open wider baby.”
once again, the spoon slips, pouring the creamy sauce all over my chest, while his other hand is fucking me.
“Daddy..”
i don’t care about the dress, or the food. i am desperate from the feel of his mouth sucking my chest, licking around my nipples, and the fact that i am spread eagle in a packed restaurant.
“If you can cum twice for me, I’ll let you eat the food. If you can take the pressure of knowing I am hard, yet not touch me, if you can hold in your desire of needing my cock, and just enjoy the pleasure I am giving you and cum. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me when we get home.”
jokes on him, i already came from his kiss outside. what’s two more. i shake my head, agreeing to this sweet torture, and it is torture. he knows my weakness, him…. feeling him, wanting him, touching him….
softly-transcending 