Triplets Make Five

“Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets,” I said. “Thirty minutes it is. I’ll see you soon.”

My mind began to race with thoughts about her as my driver took me to the restaurant. I decided on a little French place downtown, and I had my driver drop me off before he went to pick up Ella. I got us a table in a private area back behind the restaurant that boasted of a cozy fireplace and a table set for two, and then I simply waited.

I thought about what she might be wearing while I sat there with my thoughts. I wondered if she would paint that ruby red on her lips again just for me. I wondered if she would wear something that accentuated the length of those legs I just had to have. My cock began to tremble at how her skin would taste underneath my tongue, and sinful thoughts of making her strip down so I could eat my lunch off her tits made my entire body shiver.

I was going to have her today. I needed her more than I could stand.

I heard a door slowly open and I stood to usher her in. Ella came around the door with her dark brown hair fluttering around her shoulders, but all I could do was stare at her lips. That beautiful red lipstick brought out the icy warmth of her blue eyes, and as my eyes graced down her body I clocked how short her dress was.

Oh, holy fuck. We weren’t going to make it out of this restaurant.

“You look incredible,” I said.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she said, smiling.

“Would you care to sit?” I went over and pulled out her chair for her so she could sit down. The way her body sashayed towards mine held my stare, and I couldn’t help but scoot my chair around so I could sit beside her. I wanted to feel her body warmth while we ate, and if I was lucky she would let me dance my fingers along the smooth warmth of her milky skin.

“Again, I had no idea this was back here. Are people going to start having sex soon?” she asked, smirking.

“No. I learned my lesson the first time,” I said.

“Would the couple like anything to drink?” the waiter asked.

“A bottle of your finest red wine, please,” I said.

“That actually sounds wonderful, thank you.”

“My pleasure. So, Miss Ella, how have you been since we last talked?”

“Honestly? Dreaming about this new apartment. I’m starting a new phase in my life and it feels wonderful. How have you been?” she asked.

“Thinking about you,” I said.

“Well, I bet they’ve been nothing but salacious thoughts,” she said, grinning.

“They’re the only ones worth having.”

The waiter brought a bottle of wine to the table and poured us each a glass before he whipped out his pen and pad to take our orders. I decided on the lunch portion of the duck confit and Ella settled with a simple salad. I figured she was probably watching her figure with this new performance gig she had landed at The Rose Club, but part of me did want to encourage her to get something else. This was the most decadent French restaurant in town, and I was more than willing to pay whatever price was necessary for her to enjoy herself.

If anything, so I could enjoy myself between her legs.

The waiter left and I turned my attention back to her. The way her pouty lips upturned into a mysterious grin while she spoke was mesmerizing, and I found myself wanting to lean forward and capture them. I wanted to make the whole of her body mine, and the way she slowly began leaning towards me while I talked told me she wanted the same things.

It was only a matter of getting her to indulge in those feelings.

“Do you always wear that striking red lipstick?” I asked.

“It’s the only color I’ve found that goes with how pale my skin and my eyes are,” she said.

“It really is a wonderful color on you. I bet it really leaves a mark behind, too.”

“That’s why I keep a bit of it in my purses at all times, so I can keep reapplying it,” she said.

The waiter placed our food in front of us and I could see her eyeing me while I ate. I watched her eyes dart to my lips while I chewed my food, and I wondered if she knew how wanton she looked. I wondered if she was aware of how her nipples could be seen through her dress, puckered and ready for my lips to wrap around them. I wondered if she knew her neck was flushing red with lust. It screamed for my lips to kiss it away. To fulfill the want her body was so desperately reaching for.

I took another bite of my food before my hand slowly settled onto her bare thigh, and I was surprised when she didn’t brush off my hand.

“How’s the food?” I asked her.