…At that moment, the server brought two glasses of cold white wine, and a cheese and fruit plate. Julia quickly laid a napkin over her lap. She looked guilty and Peter laughed, breaking the tension between them. He scooted his chair closer to her and they began to nibble on the cheese plate, chatting quietly about everything and nothing. They sipped from their glasses. Once again, they were at ease with each other. Both just stared at each other and grinned. He fed her a juicy strawberry and she kept her eyes on him as she wrapped her lips around it and sucked before biting into the fruit.
Their desire was clear. But it was also clear that both derived a sense of calm and comfort from the other. Together, they were magnetic. Other diners stopped and stared. Those who passed by turned their heads to catch another glimpse. Peter and Julia were oblivious. They leaned closer together, feeding each other fruit and bits of cheese. They talked and sometimes they just stared at one another. Neither one of them could think of anywhere they’d rather be.
His hand slipped under the table. He took her hand in his and placed it on his zipper. She immediately unzipped him and took him in her hand, stroking him the way she’d watched him do it the night before. He made a low growling noise in his throat.
He placed his warm fingers on her upper thigh and swept his thumb over her lace panties repeatedly. He was growing long and hard in her hand. She was growing swollen and wet under his.
She watched him closely. His pupils dilated. He leaned in and lightly kissed her. She tasted the wine on his lips, his tongue. The kiss grew more urgent. She sucked on his tongue, wanting more. The taste of the cool, white wine. The taste of him.
Suddenly, he untucked his shirt, zipped up and grabbed her hand. He threw money down on the table and dragged her down the alley around the corner from the café. He shielded her body with his, hiding her from view and blocking her awareness of anything but him. She put her hands on his face and pulled him toward her. She was growing bolder with him. Still, he would not let her take control.
He gently removed them and placed them up over her head. He circled her wrists with one long-fingered hand and gently held them there, opening her body to him. His right hand explored her body, his fingernails lightly scratched the delicate skin on her inner thigh, further and further up her skirt. His mouth crashed down on hers. He devoured, nibbled, sucked. He wanted to mark her again. She tilted her head back, exposed her neck and collar bone to his traveling lips. He lifted her leg to wrap around him, steadying her with the strength of his body pressed tightly against her.
She knew he must feel her heat under his touch and felt slightly embarrassed. He looked at her carefully and shook his head. No embarrassment, no shame. He emphasized this by pressing himself against her body, seeking more heat, nuzzling into her neck.
She bucked up against him, grinding her pelvis harder, more insistently.
He growled and bit her shoulder. She gasped, loving the feel of his teeth on her skin and lifted her head to stare into his eyes. She found wonder there. So, he too was amazed at this connection?
They were blind and deaf to anything around them. Rocking and rolling against each other. She purred, sighed, gasped into his ear. She keened, “I want. I want. I want”.
He nipped at her again. “Not yet. Not until I say so. Not until you ask for it” And then began to whisper all the things he would do to her if she would only let herself be free enough to ask for them. His hand continued roaming her body. His fingers slid up her shirt. He teased her breasts. Her nipples pebbled against his chest and she slid them against him for more friction. She could feel her panties were soaked with arousal. She also felt his cock, hard, insistent, seeking her out.
He whispered, “Coat me in your juices.” Her breathing grew faster. She was desperate, panting. His fingers pulled her panties aside and for the first time, he petted her, teased her and then penetrated her. He slid two fingers deep within her. His thumb on her clit, two fingers rubbing hard against the upper wall of her pussy. His fingers danced inside her, making a come hither motion that made her knees buckle. He couldn’t believe he was finally touching her. He was overwhelmed. He’d dreamed of this moment and didn’t quite trust himself to stop. Control, discipline. He held her steady but did not stop. He brought her to the brink. He feared if he let her come, he would lose all control.
As cruel as it was, just as suddenly as he’d penetrated her, he withdrew his fingers and she cried out his name. No, no, no!
He slid his fingers into her mouth and demanded that she suck and lick him clean. He then kissed her deeply. “You tasted my wine, I needed to taste yours. You’re delicious. And from now on? Skip the panties.”
He lifted his camera and took a close up picture of her aroused, wanting face. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He kissed the tip of her perfect nose and turned and walked away leaving her wanting more.
**An Excerpt from my Erotic Romance,** ***See Me*****. Available on Amazon Kindle and Amazon Paperback.**
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