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Our mood is more somber as we move forward. But as we turn a corner and see a dozen kids playing in a water feature near one of the city parks, I can’t help but laugh as one of the spigots goes off and shoots a little girl right in the ear. All of the children scream in delight and Hunter and I laugh as we skirt the water, not daring to get close enough to hurt Hunter’s new painting.
We walk through the park, drawing closer to my place and I lean against Hunter, wanting to give him a taste of what’s to come. My voice is dripping with seduction. “I’m wearing something very special for you beneath these clothes,” I tell him as I pull on my shirt, allowing him to look inside the V-neck at the lacy pink lingerie. He inhales as his hand squeezes mine.
“You love to torture me, don’t you, woman?”
“Oh, very much so,” I admit. “You should see the matching panties.” I pause for a dramatic moment. “There isn’t much to them.” I let go of his hand and move ahead, raising my arms like I’m stretching. My skirt rides low enough on my waist that he can see the top of my G-string. I only flash him for a brief second, not wanting anyone else to know what I’m wearing. I put my arms down and walk with a bit of extra swagger.
Hunter only hesitates for a moment before he catches up to me, stopping us as he pulls me to him with one arm. It’s pretty damn hot. This man makes me burn a heck of a lot more than the intense Florida heat.
“You don’t get to be a tease and run away,” he huskily whispers.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Spank that pert ass of yours.” Heat burns through me.
“Maybe that’s what I’m hoping for,” I tell him, making him suck in his breath as his gaze grows hotter and his arm tightens around me. The anticipation simmering between us is heavenly. I love every second of it.
We start walking again, each passing moment growing our tension to the boiling point. There’s a promise between us that we’ll soon have a heck of a lot of fun. We reach the restaurant and I’m more than pleased when we find a corner bench table open in the back corner. I slide inside, then pat the seat next to me.
Hunter carefully sets his painting on the opposite seat and scoots right up to me. His hand lowers and rests on my bare thigh, his fingers easily sliding beneath the hem of my short skirt. Maybe teasing him wasn’t such a great idea, because nowhewill be the one torturingme. I’m not quiet during sex, and I quickly have to bite my lip when his pinkie skims just below my panty line as the waitress approaches.
She begins the normal list of specials before taking our orders. I don’t bother stringing it out, quickly ordering our food. I don’t give Hunter a chance to glance at the menu, just order several appetizers and dishes, then send her on her way while his hand does naughty little circles on my thigh.
“You’re going to get us kicked out of here,” I growl.
“You’re the one who started this,” he quickly replies. This time his finger slides straight across my skimpy panties... which are very, very wet. I wiggle on my seat as my core tightens. My lip is raw from biting it so hard.
The waitress returns with our drinks, some bread, and promises to come back soon. I don’t bother looking up this time in an attempt to focus on my breathing and not giving away that Hunter’s playing with me below the table.
I could play with him as well, but if I reach over and run my fingers over his hard shaft, I’m going to groan, there’s no question about it. I love being pleasured, but touching him unglues me.
The next thirty minutes are pure torture... and I’m not complaining too much. Our food arrives and I suck down water like I’m a dang fish. At least my flushed cheeks are most likely being mistaken as near heat stroke, and not desire.
Hunter slips his finger inside my panties, and my legs open for him as if I’m not in control of my own body. He slides a finger inside me while picking up his glass with his other hand and taking a sip. He then pulls out and flicks my clit again and again until I come undone. I shout as an orgasm sneaks up on me and shakes through my entire body.
Several head turn our way, and when I can catch my breath I pick up a piece of shrimp. “Best shrimp I’ve ever had,” I practically moan.
The lady at the table tells her waiter she wants the exact same shrimp... prepared the same way. Hunter chokes on his laughter as he finally removes his hand and picks up a fork. I was sweaty outside, but now there’s a fine sheet of sweat all over my body.
“There will be payback,” I assure Hunter.
He calmly takes my hand and places it over his straining shorts, his arousal pulsing beneath the material. He gives me an almost pained look.
“Trust me, I’m already paying,” he says.
I smile, feeling much better about my embarrassing moment. I take a bite of the shrimp and giggle. It really is good. Maybe not orgasmic good, but pretty dang good. I eat it then pick up another piece.
We finish our meal, Hunter pays the bill, and we start walking out when I spot the bathrooms. Before he knows what’s happening I grab him, and slip inside the small one-person bathroom. His eyes widen as I drop to my knees in front of him and begin undoing his pants.
“I’m still hungry,” I purr, and he groans as I pull him free from his pants, his erection big, bold, and dripping. I quickly suck him into my mouth. This time he’s trying to hold back his moans as I take him deeper, sucking hard and fast as he tugs on my hair.
A few more strokes and he lets out a gurgled cry as his hot pleasure coats my tongue and throat. I suck up every single drop before I free him from the hot recesses of my mouth. I stand and lick my red lips and he pulls me close.
“Damn you’re too good for me,” he murmurs before kissing me hard. I’m ready for more... and more... and more. But I want to get home first. I don’t want to hold back my cries of pleasure anymore.
“Mmm, I think we’re exactly right for each other,” I tell him. He kisses me again and then we wash in the sink before leaving the bathroom together. A young busboy walks past, looks at us, then smiles at Hunter before scurrying away. Now that embarrasses me a little.
We finally make it back outside, and it’s a little cooler. We’re both smiling as we turn a corner, thinking nothing can bring our moods down. We’re wrong as we run smack dab into Pixie... Hunter’s ex-girlfriend. She looks at Hunter, then me, then back at him, her very presence an unwelcome storm cloud threatening to dampen the euphoria we’ve been in all day and evening.
