want me holding back. She wants the man who took her because it’s all he could do. Tonight is going to be fun, and before the night is through, she will be back in my arms with my cock buried in that hot, tight body.
Claiming my angel all over again.
Lexi
I lick my lips as Tyler pulls his chair next to mine and goes back to sipping his wine. The conversation flows, we laugh and joke. We never had an issue with getting along, and unlike some first dates, there are no awkward silences.
I know him, I know everything about this man. He makes me feel beautiful, smart, and important. He listens when I speak, and when he looks at me and pulls a face, I giggle, knowing it’s about the couple to the right who are arguing.
Do we even have inside jokes now?
Fuck, this is easy. How is it so easy to be with him? There’s an intimacy between us that usually takes years to build. It’s like we have been together forever. Each time he looks at me, my heart skips a beat. When he leans over and brushes a kiss on my shoulder, I shiver in need. When his arm drops along the back of my chair as he looks over the menu, I curl into it.
The waiter returns, pours us some wine, and takes our order before leaving us to it again. We talk and flirt, watching others in the restaurant and making up stories of who they are and what they are doing here. I’ve never had such fun on a date before, but underneath it all is desire.
I burn for him, for the man next to me, touching me so innocently. But each brush sends a shock down to my greedy pussy that remembers just how good he is at making me come. My panties are soaked, and he smirks like he knows what he’s doing. The bastard probably does. And when he ‘accidentally’ brushes across my hard nipples to grab the bottle of wine, I know he’s doing it on purpose.
After he refills our glasses, the starters arrive, and we eat in companionable silence. The food is incredible, the best I’ve ever had, and after this, I can’t wait to see what we’re having for mains. But I’m hungry for a different reason altogether, and it seems Tyler is too.
His hand slips up my thigh, and my eyes widen as I look around at the fancy restaurant we’re in. He sits back, sipping his wine, and doesn’t even look at me. He appears calm and collected, not like his fingers are dancing across the thong I put on. I can’t help but spread my legs wider, inviting him to touch me.
He slips his fingers past the barrier and drags them along my pussy, feeling how wet I am. My cheeks heat, even as I become wetter, loving the naughty taboo feeling of this. There are so many eyes, all it would take is for someone to look over and see him fingering me. He doesn’t care, though, he plays my body expertly, like a violin, slipping inside me like he never left.
But then when our food arrives, he doesn’t take his fingers out of me as he greets and thanks the waiter, who places our food down then leaves. Only then does Tyler look at me with a smirk and pull his fingers free. As I watch, he licks them before starting to eat. I sit there almost panting and shaking from the force of my need, my nipples pebbled painfully against the satin dress. He looks over and narrows his eyes.
“Eat, now, Angel,” he demands.
So I do, and the food is even better than the starters. After we have eaten, we sip our wine, and his hand slips back up my dress and into my panties, plunging into my pussy like he never stopped touching me. Only this time, he doesn’t tease, he fucks me with his fingers, flicking my clit until I’m gasping. I try to stay still, but I can’t help it, I rub into his hand, rocking my hips to fuck his fingers.
Fuck, this is so wrong, but it feels so good.
“Any dessert, sir?” the waiter asks when he comes over to check on us.
“No, thank you. I already have some.” Tyler grins, flicking his thumb against my clit, making me gasp. The waiter looks at me in confusion for the noise, but he nods and leaves to grab our