I grin as he picks up the bottle and pours me another. The restaurant is starting to get busy with the dinner crowd and a busboy comes by to light the candle on our table.
“How’s your dinner?”
“Delicious.” I lick my lips.
He holds out a bite of salmon with salad on it for me. “Want to try mine?”
His eyes darken as I nod and open my mouth.
“Is it good?” he says, his voice low.
“Mm-hmm.” I nod again and bring the glass of wine to my lips. The loud chatter and laughter seem to fade. I’m definitely buzzed.
My whole body tingles, and I smile at him as he chuckles. “I take it the wine is delicious also?” He looks down, his dimple showing as he takes the last bite on his plate.
“I love it,” I say, licking my lips. I take another sip and scoot over to him. His eyes twinkle with amusement as he watches me.
He stretches out both arms on the back of the booth and I admire his beauty. His honey-blond hair and his incredible eyes are all I’ve wanted.
“What are you thinking about, Beautiful?” His lips twitch.
He scoops up some berries and cream bringing it to my mouth.
“I like this,” I blurt out, and I’m about to declare my love when he leans forward.
“I do too.” His eyes remain locked with mine, his thumb rubbing my neck where it pulses.
“Oh God,” I whisper as his lips bend to mine. I smell the berries and yet this time, he doesn’t kiss me and simply breathes me in.
My core clenches and all I want is for his hands to touch me. Why don’t they touch me?
I take a quick peek around the crowded place and no one is watching.
Smiling, I slither my hand up his jeaned leg and straight for his cock. If I thought I was going to surprise him, I should be disappointed. All he does is cock an eyebrow.
His dick is huge, even when not fully hard, and I trace it with my fingers, smiling as it hardens in seconds. I look up, satisfied. His stoic expression tells me he’s unimpressed.
“Unzip me.”
He said that like he was ordering from a menu. He didn’t even whisper. I blink at him and pull my hand away.
“What?” I hiss and look around. The older couple to our right are the only ones who even glance up from their conversation.
I reach for my wine, take another good sip, and move closer. His silver eyes don’t leave my face as he waits to see what I’ll do.
The amusement on his pretty face tells me he thinks I don’t have the guts to do it.
So, I casually unzip his jeans and take his giant cock in my hand.
Now he turns his head and looks at me. He reaches for my cheek to caress it as I go insane.
I reach for one of the small rosebuds of butter and start to jerk him off.
He must like it because he’s leaking already and my breathing is becoming shallow as I look down at his cock. It’s covered in butter, and my hands have a life of their own.
Suddenly, his hand has my chin in a rough grip as he forces my eyes on his instead of my hand, which is jacking him off.
The storm cloud of silver makes me go faster because what I see is what I have always known. He looks at me with awe and emotion.
This guy loves me as much as I love him.
David may not say it in words, but it’s all in his eyes as if he thinks I’m the most wonderful person to walk the earth.
He’s getting close—I can tell. His nostrils flare and his cock gets even larger.
I try to look around, but he snarls, “Don’t you dare. Finish. I don’t care if everyone in the restaurant sees you.”
There’s no need to speak. I love him, love his cock, and want so badly to let go, climb on top of him, and fuck him in the booth.
His mouth twitches as if he’s a mind reader. “Later. Get my napkin, baby. I’m gonna come.” I pull the napkin under him as he starts jetting off in my hand.
Long, warm spurts likely hit the bottom of the table more than the napkin.
Before I can pull away, he has my neck again as his eyes caress mine.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He zips himself up as a wave of horror swims over me.
“Oh my God. What is wrong with me?” The reality of what I’ve done makes it so I can’t look up.
“Don’t pussy out now.” He throws back his head and laughs.
“David,” I hiss, “why would you allow me to do that?”
“Are you kidding? I didn’t think you had it in you. Fuck, Beautiful.” His eyes are alive, and for a second, I’m almost proud. I took his pain away, made him smile and laugh. He may be damaged, but he is not ruined. And I loved every single second of it. Kissing me, he reaches for his wallet.