I want You Deeper

He gives me a wink and says, “A beautiful woman like you should never eat alone.”

I’m so stunned by his comment that I’m speechless, but then I tell myself that he probably says that to everyone. I mean, restaurant owners are like car salesmen. They’re all smiles and compliments. Still, I can’t help but wish that he thought of me like that. Maybe he will after I flash him tit, I think, and barely manage to hold back the laugh that threatens to bubble up. It’s the nerves and complete lack of sex. It’s starting to make me a bit unhinged.

I take a deep breath and try my best to be bold. “Well, maybe you can join me later, Mr. Moretti.”

He smiles and runs his eyes over me again. “Maybe I will, and call me Alexander.”

“Okay, Alexander,” I say, loving the wicked smile he gives me when I say his name.

“Enjoy your supper, Lily. I’ll see you later.”

He gives me another wink before walking off to help the bartender with something. I watch his broad shoulders and wonder if there’s any way at all for me to fuck myself right here without anyone knowing. The waitress interrupts my thoughts by setting down my plate of spaghetti and sweet tea. I’m so nervous and horny that I can barely stomach the idea of eating anything, so instead I watch Alexander, choosing to feast on him.

I can’t help but notice how he keeps shooting and looks in my direction, almost like he’s checking on me to make sure I’m still here and okay. When I can’t take it anymore, I scoot further into the corner and slide my hand up my dress, moaning at how fucking wet I am. My thong is soaked and my inner thighs are slippery with my juices.

I know this is insane and not at all appropriate, but I can’t help it. I need to cum or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind, and I don’t want to do it in the bathroom. I want to do it here where I can see Alexander while I fuck myself. Pushing my thong aside, I slide a finger into myself and bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

I very slowly finger myself while watching Alexander at the bar. The bartender sets a drink in front of him, and before he takes it, he looks over at me. I try to remain calm, telling myself that he can’t possibly know what I’m doing, but the hungry way he’s looking at me makes me doubt myself.

My pussy clenches around my finger, and when I slide out and bring my wet fingers to my swollen clit, I can’t stop the moan that escapes when I start to slowly rub myself. I bite my bottom lip harder and try to force my hips still, but my body is having none of it. It has a will of its right now, and no amount of rational talk is going to stop it.

He narrows his eyes at me, watching my every movement, and when I start to cum, I keep my eyes on him, whispering his name as pleasure crashes over me. I grip the table with my free hand and try not to scream. When I start to come down and all those I just came hard, feel-good vibes start hitting me, I give him a wicked smile and tug my dress down enough to expose one full tit to him.

He watches me, gripping his glass so tightly that I’m afraid he might break the damn thing. A glance around tells me he’s the only one watching, so I give my nipple a good pinch before pulling my dress back up as the last of the aftershocks run throthroughiding my hand out from between my legs, I wiggle my glistening fingers at him in a cutesy wave before sucking them clean.

By the time I’m sliding the last finger out from between my lips, he’s already crossed the room and is leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Did you seriously just fuck yourself in my restaurant, little girl, and then flash me your tit?”

A shiver runs through me at how strained his voice sounds. I let out a shaky breath and say, “Yes,” because there’s no point in denying it. “What are you going to do about it?” I’m a little surprised by my boldness. I blame it on the orgasm I just had and the way my pussy is still throbbing with need.

He lets out a deep laugh and scoots into the booth next to me. His powerful body makes the space feel even smaller and more secluded, and when he scoots in closer so our bodies are touching, I lean into him and let out a sigh.

“What do you want me to do about it?” he asks, resting his hand on my thigh and smiling when I immediately part them in invitation.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

“I want you to punish me for being a bad girl, and then I want you to fuck me.”

He arches a dark brow in surprise and slides his hand under my dress. When he feels how slick my inner thighs are, he gives me a wicked grin. “You have been a naughty little thing, haven’t you? You come to my restaurant and fuck your wet little pussy in public and then beg me to punish you for it. You always seemed so sweet and innocent, Lily.”

I smile and part my thighs even more. “Oh, I’m innocent, Alexander, but hopefully not for too much longer.”

His hand stills on my inner thigh. He grips me tightly and studies me. “You’re a virgin?”

“Mm-hmm,” I purr, leaning in even closer so our lips are almost touching. “This little virgin pussy is all yours. I’ve been saving it just for you, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”