“More than ready.” My body better agree with me. I needed Matteo, and I knew he needed me as well.
Matteo squeezed my waist. “Now I won’t be able to enjoy my steak. I’ll have a fucking boner all through dinner.”
“We could have a predinner quickie,” I whispered.
In that moment, we arrived at the table but Matteo turned to the waiter. “We’ll have to freshen up. Why don’t you bring over a bottle of Merlot?”
The waiter nodded then excused himself. Matteo led me away from the table and toward the back of the restaurant and into the men’s restroom. He kissed me fiercely, stealing my breath. We stumbled into a stall. Luckily this was the best steakhouse in town and the restrooms were more comfy than usual. It wasn’t the first time we did it in a stall so we had plenty of firsthand experience when it came to the quickie-comfort in restrooms. Matteo’s kiss became even harder, filled with so much desire my body seemed to vibrate with the sensation. His hand cupped my ass and squeezed hard, making me moan into his mouth. I doubted I could be quiet today. Too much time had passed since we’d last enjoyed each other. Whoever entered the restroom would get a verbal show, but I didn’t care.
Matteo’s hand slid down my thigh, discovering bare skin through the slit in my skirt. Goose bumps rose all over my body at the skin on skin contact, desperate for more. I pressed against him, clutching his neck, my lips sliding over his. His palm caressed my thigh, slowly finding its way toward my panties, which were already soaked just from our short make-out session.
“That slit has its perks,” Matteo rasped as he rubbed my pussy through the drenched fabric. “Turn around and bend forward.”
I didn’t ask what he had in mind. I needed him so much. Turning my back to him, I braced myself against the wall. Matteo massaged my ass, leaving hot kisses against my neck before he sank down to his knees behind me.
“You’ll ruin your pants,” I muttered, but really all I could think about was how his mouth would feel on me.
“Fuck my pants, I want to taste your pussy.”
He pushed the skirt up until the slit parted over my hip, then he dragged my panties down until they bunched around my ankles. I trembled with need. Matteo pushed my legs a bit farther apart until I was sure my panties would tear and then his hot, wet tongue dipped between my folds. I gasped, shoving my ass backward to feel more of him. Soon I was panting and mewling, completely overwhelmed by Matteo’s mouth against my center. Leaning my forehead against the stall, my eyes squeezed shut, I rocked against him, moaning and whimpering. Usually I liked to pretend Matteo had to work hard for my orgasm but not today. I was so eager to come, I was close to losing my mind. I came with a harsh cry, then bit my lip desperately to stifle more sounds. The door opened and steps rang out. I could hardly contain my pants, still completely overwhelmed by Matteo’s mouth against my sensitive flesh.
Matteo kept lapping at me and then he pushed a finger into me and my eyes rolled back. Counting the seconds until the guy would finally leave the restroom, I could hardly keep the moans in as Matteo fucked me slowly with his finger, then his tongue returned, replacing the finger and I began shaking again. Finally, the man flushed and left.
I arched back and gasped as my release slammed into me once more. I practically pressed my ass against Matteo’s face but he didn’t mind. My fingers were stiff from pressing them against the wall and a fine sheen of sweat covered my back. When Matteo straightened, I was still braced against the wall, unable to move. “I think we need to return to our table, it’s been a while,” I got out.
“I’d rather fuck you now,” he rasped, kissing my ear.
“Later,” I promised.
It took us another ten minutes to make ourselves presentable. When we arrived at our table, the bottle of wine and the menus were already waiting on us. A few of the other guests gave us curious looks but none of the staff showed any signs that they had noticed something. The Famiglia “protected” the restaurant for a small contribution, how Matteo always put it.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Matteo said over the main course.
“You don’t have to give me compliments. I already promised you sex.”
He chuckled. “Fuck, Gianna you have the same dirty mind as me.”
I took a sip from the wine and smiled at him over the rim. “Touché.”
Despite our desire for each other, we took our time eating dinner. These undisturbed moments as a couple were too precious to waste them with haste. Still I couldn’t suppress a naughty smile when Matteo asked for the check. His answering shark-grin only increased my arousal.