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He looks ready to devour me instead of the appetizer, but once again, we are interrupted by our attentive waiter. Demyen orders the beef stroganoff for both of us and throws in an order of beet caviar.
I try to get through a few more bites of the salmon and mascarpone, but I’m far too distracted. I need him.
I needsomething, at least, to stave off this heat until we can get home and I’m able to devour him.
“Be right back,” I whisper into his ear. I make sure to rub my ample curves along his body as I wriggle out of my seat, then cast only a single furtive glance over my shoulder to see if he’s watching me walk away.
Oh, he is definitely watching.
And planning.
I know that look. He is planning something, and I have the feeling I’m going to love it.
The bathrooms are set up as individual rooms, or “one-butt situations,” as Roxy calls them. There’s a row of four, so I take the last one on the end in the hopes that no one will notice if I’m in there for a while.
I need to take off the edge, so I might be in here for a hot minute.
First things first—these panties have got to go. I don’t know why I thought black lace was a good idea in the first place; I should have opted for something silkier.
I’m just about done stuffing my soaked panties into my wristlet when I hear the door open behind me. Didn’t I lock it? “Sorry! I’m in?—”
Heaven.I’m in here, in heaven, the second Demyen’s lips crash against mine. I faintly hear him turn the lock in the door but I don’t fucking care of the owners themselves find us like this.
I need him.
I need him.
Ineedhim.
He grabs me by the waist and helps me sit on the wide counter. Almost immediately, his hands shove my skirt up over my hips and then his eyes widen at the sight of my bare, freshly-shaven pussy.
“Touch yourself,” he breathes. “I want to watch.”
He shrugs off his dinner jacket and undoes the top few buttons of his shirt, not once looking away from the slick core between my legs. “Touch yourself. For me.”
“Dem, we don’t have the time?—”
“You were going to do that just now, weren’t you?”
I blush. I’ve been caught. So I slowly nod and look away.
Demyen turns my face back to his and peppers it with ultra-soft kisses. “So do what you came in here to do. I just want to watch.”
My face grows even hotter. I’ve never… I mean… Could I?
Should I?
I bite the corner of my lip, suddenly feeling immensely shy. My hand slowly slips down to between my legs, but I just… I can’t…
Demyen kisses my lips and nips at my ear. “Would it help if I did it with you?” And without waiting for me to respond, he quietly undoes his pants and eases out his cock.
Oh. Yeah.
Thatdefinitelyhelps.
I press my hand over my slit just to warm up a bit. My eyes never leave his glorious shaft now partially encompassed by his own hand.
Holy fuck. He’s delicious. Tantalizing. Every stroke is aimed at me, and I’m so fucking tempted to get on my knees to enjoy the real appetizer I’ve been wanting. His fingers twist in a sort of milking massage, and his thumb pays special attention to the underside of his ridge.
