“You look handsome yourself,” she tells me, going on her toes to kiss me, as I bend down slightly to meet her.
We break apart, head down stairs, and I ask the bellhop to grab us a taxi.
“Where are we going?” Sophia asks.
“Dinner, dancing, and maybe some drinking,” I tell her with a smirk. I’ve had Sophia in every way imaginable these last few days, everywhere possible at my place. Tonight, I’m going to see her in her element, with some good food and drinks, wrapped in my arms. I already know a tipsy Sophia is even more care free than she usually is, and that’s just how I intend to take her tonight.
We’re seated in the back of the taxi. She’s snuggled in close to me and her leg, the one that has that delicious slit up the side, is out. My eyes are on her and only her, my fingers slowly and tortuously running up and down her leg and she sighs, “Vince,” and I have to keep myself from peeling open her legs and seeing just how much this is turning her on.
We arrive at a little Mexican cantina. It’s a hole in the wall type of place, but the tacos are out of this world amazing.
“Vince, aren’t we a little over dressed for dinner?” she questions as we walk toward the restaurant. My hand instantly goes to her hip and I bring her in to my body.
“Not too bad, Babe. Plus, this is just dinner, next stop is dancing,” I assure her.
“Oh okay,” she mumbles as we walk to our table and instead of her sitting across from me, I place her next to me. I grab her leg and hook it over my thigh. My goal tonight is to touch every single part of her I can and make her so hot and bothered by the time we’re back at my place, she’s writhing and the smallest puff of air on her clit will make her come.
“What do you suggest? I’m assuming you’ve been here before?”
“Yeah, it has amazing food, all authentic too. You want me to order for us?” I ask her.
“That would be great, I’m not a picky eater. I just want chips and guacamole with dinner,” her stomach rumbling as she demands her chips.
I chuckle and order us an array of shrimp, mahi, and chicken tacos with all the works. Her chips, guacamole, salsa, and our drinks being exactly what we need for Mexican food, a margarita for her and a beer for myself.
My hand never leaves her leg as she eats, hunched over devouring our dinner and her drink.
After I finish my tacos and beer, I sit back and wait for her to finish her drink and then I leave a wad of pesos, knowing the restaurant owners don’t get as much traffic with their location, but it’s damn good eating, and anytime I’m down here, I make it a point to stop in.
Chapter 23
Sophia
This night has been magical, from dinner to now us dancing the night away. Not to mention that Vince can hardly keep his hands off of me, something that I’m thoroughly enjoying. Every time he does something to my body, I’m on high alert. It can be a flutter of his hand on my exposed leg, or when he was holding me from behind and he made sure I felt his hard on, to the way he would graze the underside of my breast. I feel like I’ve been on the edge of an orgasm all night, and I only hope that tonight is the most memorable yet.
I’m on margarita number three, slightly tipsy and feeling good, but nowhere near drunk. Vince and I just took a seat after dancing and I’m ready to go. I thought I’d love to be out all night with him, but all I really want is to be alone with him.
“Ready to go?” I ask breathlessly in his ear.
“Yeah, Babe. Let’s get home.”
Vince hails a taxi and we head back to the resort. I’m turned into him, my mouth on his neck, leaving a trail of kisses. His hands are on the back of my neck, and in an instant he has me straddling his lap, and if it weren’t for the taxi driver, I’d have no problem taking Vince right here in the back of this car.
My mouth finds his and as much as I thought he was going to let me dominate the kiss, he takes over. I grind my center down on his lap and feel his cock. We pull apart when the taxi turns into the resort’s street and we settle back in our seats, both of us breathing heavily, our eyes glazed with heat, and not wanting to be far from each other.
We stumble out of the taxi, both of us not keeping our hands off each other. We somehow make it back to Vince’s place and as soon as we’re in the doorway, I drop to my knees, unbuckle his pants, undo the zipper and pull down his boxer briefs along with his pants. When his cock flops out in all its beautiful length and girth, my right hand comes out to hold it, while my tongue licks his tip.