Her legs wavered apart and the cool air teased her. She trembled slightly.
"Touch yourself."
Across the table, the force of his will controlled her. She snuck her hand under the white linen tablecloth and pulled up her skirts, slipping her fingers under her G-string to rest her hand over her mons.
His gaze dropped as if he could see through the table, then lifted again. "Do it, make yourself come, now. I want you to."
Curving her foot over the hard bulge of his cock, she pressed her foot over him as she squeezed herself. Dipping her fingers into the damp entrance to her sex, gathering the sticky fluid of her desire onto her fingers, she stroked them up into the tender groove of her aroused flesh. Spreading either side of her clit, she squeezed, her knuckles gently nudging free a spasm of ecstasy. A quiet whimper escaped her.
His mouth was braced in a tense smile as he watched, his expression wolf-like in the extreme.
Her hips began to rock against her hand, where she rubbed slowly at first, then faster and faster, her clit buzzing with pure delirium.
The air stirred as someone walk
ed by, but she didn't register more than that, looking only at him. His fascinated expression urged her on, until she was pressing so hard the peak was seconds away and she had clamp her lips together to stop herself from making a noise.
"Oh, Abby, you look so beautiful, especially when you are about to come."
He could tell. It pushed her over the edge. A burst of energy suffused her groin, followed by hot waves of relief pooling over her entire body, her fingers coated in her juices.
"Let me taste you."
His request made her groan. She felt so horny that she could climb over the table and straddle him right there and then. She pulled her hand out from under the table and laid it over his. He lifted it to his lips and licked her fingertips. Her body shuddered slightly, caught on the brink of a new wave of lust.
"That's only made me want you even more," she commented.
"That's just as well, because you're going to have to have me, and soon." He gave her a dark smile. "I want to take you down a dark alley and find the nearest wall to stand up against so I can fuck you." He gave that slow, wolf smile that she loved so much.
"Let's do it then." Was it the threat of him leaving for Paris that made her reckless, she wondered fleetingly, or something else? Him? Just him? But she wanted to do it as much as he did.
He threw a wad of notes down on the table, gesturing at the waiter as he did so, then stood up, abandoning the drinks.
She retied her sandal strap and followed his lead, smiling as she reached for his hand. They walked away from the table and out of the restaurant, almost racing one another into the street, moving quickly along the pavements. As the sounds and music of the restaurant faded behind them, her heart pounded, she felt dizzy with arousal, deviant, barely in check.
After a few moments he slowed and turned into a gloomy alleyway. "Come on," he said, taking her hand.
Her pulse rate soared. It was perfect. When they reached the hidden part, he glanced around. They were between two tall buildings in a narrow cobbled passage that was lit at each end, but gloomy at the center point. She pulled on his hand, drawing him to halt. "Here's good," she insisted, pointing to narrow ledge of brick jutting from the wall, hungrily grabbing at him for a kiss, pulling him up against her as she backed toward the wall.
He ran his hand over the fabric covering her breasts.
She balanced her hips on the narrow ledge and clutched at him, one leg lifting against his hip, inviting him in. She wanted fast, clandestine sex, and she wanted it now. "I want you really badly."
He glanced back down the alley. There was no one in sight. He lifted the skirts of her dress, shimmying it up around her thighs and hips, tearing her wet G-string down the length of her legs. Abby clutched at him, one leg lifting against him. His hand slipped into the warm damp groove of her sex.
"I wouldn't have missed that show for the world"
Crazy laughter bubbled up inside her, alongside the desire that carried her. She was high on this, every moment sending her further into orbit.
"I must taste you. I want to lick you clean." He kissed her hard, his tongue thrashing with hers, then he squatted in front of her, moving between her thighs. His mouth closed over her mons, kissing her deeply while his hands spread her open. "Exquisite," he whispered, then ran his tongue up and down from her entrance to her clit.
She trembled. The stubble on his chin ground against her, electrifying her skin while his tongue thrust inside her sex, seeking out and devouring her as he kissed and caressed her, inside and out. She whimpered when the tension began to climb back up through her pelvis, his mouth bringing her quickly back to climax again. Her hips moved instinctively, tracing the innate movements of carnal pleasure without the need for thought while he led her back to that special place again.
As if sensing the imminence of her release, he centered his mouth on her clitoris, sucking gently, teasing it to fruition, his fingers moving against the sleek walls of her inner sex. He pressed a digit against the swollen pad of flesh on the front wall of her sex and she almost lost consciousness for a moment as the second climax took her.
She was still catching her breath when she heard his zipper. She'd grown accustomed to the gloom. She could see him holding the thick, hard shaft of his cock in his hand while he rolled on a rubber. She locked her arms around his neck and put one leg up against his flank, inviting him in.
"I could eat you forever," he whispered against her mouth. He lifted her other leg around his hip and pushed her body up the wall, easily strong enough to hold her.