well,” the waitress says with a big smile just as I start to rub my fingers in circles around Gabrielle’s clit. As the waitress pours, Gabrielle tries her hardest to keep a normal face, but I can see the tick of her pulse in her neck, the way she’s holding her jaw like she’s trying to keep it together.
“Here you go,” the waitress says as she pushes the glass closer to her before stepping back with the bottle in hand and waiting for Gabrielle’s approval.
Meanwhile, Gabrielle gingerly reaches for the glass, and her grip around the stem tightens as I keep rubbing and rubbing and she keeps getting wetter and wetter. She somehow manages to bring the glass to her lips, and just as she takes her first sip and swallows, I gently thrust my finger up inside her.
“Oh God,” she cries out softly, her eyes closed, mouth open.
“That good?” the waitress asks, looking amused.
The sake in Gabrielle’s glass is starting to spill from her shaking, so she opens her eyes and quickly puts it back on the table. “Yes,” she says in a hoarse voice as I continue to thrust my finger in and out. “Yes, it’s excellent.”
The waitress nods and then gives me a bemused look before retreating.
Once she’s out of earshot, Gabrielle turns to me and hisses, “She knew what you were doing.”
“I’m still doing it,” I tell her, getting her wetter and wetter. “You’re going to make a mess all over the seat. You better come with me to the restroom so I can get you all cleaned up.”
Before she can protest, I remove my hand and then grab hers. I lift up our hands until they’re at her lips, and then I probe her mouth with my finger. “This is the appetizer,” I tell her, watching as she tastes herself. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on, and I’m not sure how long I’ll hold out. The blood in my head is pumping harder and hotter until I’m almost dizzy from it.
I get to my feet and pull her up with me and then lead her through the restaurant to the restrooms.
“What about the waitress? She’ll think we’ve left without paying,” Gabrielle says as I check the door. It’s vacant.
“She knows exactly what’s happening,” I tell her, opening the door and hurrying her in there.
Once inside, I lock the door, and then I ravage her.
My hands grip her face, driving her backward toward the wall until she’s pressed up against it. My mouth devours her, lips hungry for her lips, tongue thrusting into her mouth, playing with hers. She moans into my mouth, and I feel it all the way to my toes.
I’m in a frenzy. Hot-headed, skin tight and on fire, cock begging for release. I reach down and hike up her dress until it’s bunched at her hips; then I slide my hands under her ass and lift her up so that her legs are wrapped around me.
In a flurry, I spin her around and place her on the edge of the sink as she braces herself from falling with her hands on the black tiled wall. I crouch down and immediately bury my face between her legs, licking up and down her, drinking in every drop, careful not to waste any.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out, legs spread wider for me while she grabs my hair like she did earlier. I fucking love it, fucking her with my mouth, tasting her, feeling her pulse beneath my lips, the way she pulls at my strands, sending sharp shards of pleasure and pain until I’m almost coming in my pants.
Just before she’s about to come, her body tensing, I pull back and straighten up, quickly unzipping my pants and taking out my cock. It’s nearly painful to handle, I want her that badly. I can barely get the condom on quickly enough.
I grab her around the small of her back, holding her there, and guide my cock into her. There’s a split second where all that anticipation and lust and raw, primal need hang in the air, and then I’m driving myself inside her, to the hilt.
She cries out loudly, and I move my hand to her mouth, trying to keep her quiet. I don’t care if the waitress here knew I was finger fucking Gabrielle under the table, but it’s different if the whole restaurant knows. People can be gossips, and everyone has a cell phone now. Many, many times have I