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Suddenly his hands leave my breasts and find the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I help him, eager to return to touching him. He undoes my jeans and pulls them down, going down on his knees to pull them off totally. Once they’re gone, his hands cup my butt and pull me close to him while he’s still on his knees. I gasp when I feel his lips on me, warm through the lace of my panties, nuzzling and kissing me. It’s so blatantly erotic my knees buckle, and only his firm hands keep me upright. I push closer to his delicious lips, grinding against him as warm, pulsing heat floods between my legs.
Impatiently, I reach for my panties and pull them down, baring myself to him. With a soft groan, he reaches for me again, pulling my hips closer to his face, and his tongue plunges between my legs.
My fingers are digging into his shoulders. I hear myself groaning, crying, and begging, as he teases me until I’m delirious with pleasure. His tongue moves expertly over the center of my arousal, licking and sucking me until my body is pulsing so madly I feel as if I’ll explode. Then he stops and rises slowly back up on his feet, his lips trailing kisses up my body, and his hands supporting me so I don’t collapse.
He unhooks my bra and pulls it off. I hear his sharp intake of breath as my breasts are bared to his eyes.
“You’re so perfect.” He says tenderly, his thumbs finding the erect tips and squeezing each nipple gently, with just enough force to make me want more. “Did you miss this Sophie?” he asks.
“Yes.” I whisper.
Then I’m moaning again as he bends his head to tongue each erect nipple, one, and then the other, until they’re both swollen and aching sweetly.
He moves away from my breasts, and his lips find mine, hot and demanding. I dig my fingers unto his hair and pull him closer, feeling his hands enclose my thighs as he lifts me easily, pressing me against his straining arousal. I moan and wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing myself against him, eager to feel him deep inside me.
Still carrying me, he moves until I can feel the wall at my back, then his fingers find me, slipping into my wet core, rubbing and stroking the most sensitive part of me. I strain against him, my back arching as his fingers move slowly in and out of me.
I can’t take it anymore. “David,” I moan, reaching for his zipper, but he’s there before me. I feel his trousers fall, and then his hands are around my waist, holding me still as he positions himself so I can feel the tip of his arousal pressing lusciously against me, then he grinds his hips forward, plunging inside me.
I gasp for breath, my body tightening as he goes so deep inside. He’s so hard, and so incredibly sweet I feel as if I’m losing my mind. My hips move, urging his hot length deeper inside me as my hands roam under his shirt, over the hard, sweat-slicked surface of his chest.
“David.” I moan urgently.
He is shaking, his jaw clenched, and his body tense. His eyes meet mine, and they’re dark and smoky with desire. He looks totally aroused, and incredibly beautiful.
“Please.” I hear myself say.
Slowly he starts to move, stroking sweetly in and out of me, until my legs feel weak and boneless, until I can’t feel anything, only him, only his slow, sweet, tortuous movements inside me.
I lose myself to the pleasure, pulsing and needy, moaning and panting as my body tightens around him. He groans, leaning his hands on the wall, as he starts to move faster, thrusting with sure, slick movements of his hips. I’m going to explode, I realize as my body bows and arches off the wall. I clutch his shoulders, my voice rising as my breath comes out in a long high moan. His lips cover mine, swallowing my scream as my body explodes around him, the same moment, I feel him stiffen and thrust hard one last time, his body shuddering fiercely as he groans out my name.
We stay there for a while, him still inside me, both of us breathing deeply as we lean on the wall. He’s still almost fully dressed, while I’m completely naked, my legs shaking and wrapped around his waist.
“Come home,” He whispers against my ear, his voice rough.
Oh, I want to. I’d like to follow him wherever he goes. I want to give him anything he wants, and why wouldn’t I, when he’s just made me feel so good. He’s still inside me, and where we’re joined, I can still feel a sweet pulsing ache.
“Come home Sophie.” He says again.
My eyes focus. My fingers are threaded in his hair, my breasts pressed against his chest. Right in front of me, I can see the door the waiters have been coming through. I know no one will come in while we’re like this. No one will come in unless we ring the bell.
But still, we’ve just had sex in public, in a restaurant.
I pull back from him, pulling my fingers from his hair, and pushing against him until he lets me go. I ignore the aftershocks of pleasure that run through me as he slips out of me, trying to stop my trembling as he sets me on my feet.
Why does this feel so familiar?
It’s hard, but not impossible to find the answer buried somewhere under the lingering cloud of arousal in my brain. This is David, and sex is his weapon.
He’s standing in front of me, towering over me. I stare at his shirt, noticing that I pulled off at least three buttons. “I have to go.” The words come out in a whisper.
“No, you don’t.”
I move away from him and start to dress, hurriedly pulling on my clothes. “I think I do.” I hiss angrily. “You’re obviously not…” I pause and take a deep breath. “You said you wanted to talk David,” I accuse him, “but of course it’s much easier for you to make me want you, and then make your demands when the last thing on my mind is saying no.”
His face hardens. I watch as he starts to adjust his clothes, his movements swift and mechanical, but still so mouthwateringly graceful.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I ask, as the silence stretches, “Aren’t you going to at least try to explain why you brought me here telling me that you wanted to talk while all you wanted was to break me down the best way you know how?”
