Page 43 of Kiss and Make Love

I took my last bite of squash and lamb and set down my utensils. James wasted no time reaching into his pocket and turning the vibrator back on. I jumped at the sudden change in sensation.

The couple sitting closest to our table gave me a peculiar glance, which only spurred me on. I didn’t want to be obvious, but I didn’t mind people speculating.

He buzzed me quickly, then stopped.

“Are you done al—” Oh, there it was. And off again. “James, what are you?—”

My head fell into my hands, and I tried not to drawtoomuch attention from the surrounding patrons. The sweet, staccato bursts were pushing me fast toward a climax. Now I was ready to detonate—but I knew he wouldn’t let me. I needed to come. Ineededto fall apart with some sort of audience. If I had to get on my hands and knees right here, right now, I would.

“James,” I pleaded in a whisper. “I can't handle much more. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

His grin was too much to take. This was getting him off, and as much as I loved that, I also loved orgasming. He slowly raised his glass of water to his lips, taking me in before taking a drink.

“Watching you like this is so fucking sexy. Writhing in your seat, trying to hide it in front of all these people. I’m so fucking hard, Layla.” His chest was heaving. How did I not notice that before?

“Fuck me, James. I need you to fuck me. I need to come. I needsomething,” I begged under my breath.

“It’s time for dessert.” He was toying with me.

I was ready to lift my dress and take care of myself amidst the fifty other guests in this restaurant. “I can’t wait, James. I need you now. Please.”

“I think you misunderstand. It’s time forour dessert,” he intoned, using his head to gesture toward the bathrooms at the back of the restaurant.

I almost cried out in relief. “Oh, thank God, yes.” I was out of my chair faster than a person could say orgasm and heading for one of the single occupancy facilities near the kitchen.

From the door of the washroom, I saw James follow a few beats behind me, stalking me like a cougar hunting his prey.

Entering the washroom, he threw the door closed and grabbed me around the waist. He boosted me onto the sleek vanity. Not wasting any time, he unbuckled his belt with one hand and shoved up my dress with the other. He grabbed the vibrator tucked inside my pussy. Like it offended him, he pulled it out and tossed it next to the sink.

“The only thing I want inside you now is me,” he rasped out. His thumbs found my aching nipples pebbled against the soft cotton of my dress, and I let out a loud moan.

“Take out my cock, Layla,” James commanded, hands moving away from my breasts to sweep down the sides of my body.

He was so rigid, his erection threatened to escape his navy boxer briefs. With a simple tug, his cock sprang out. The term mouth-watering didn’t do it justice. Expensive meal be damned. I wanted to eat James. Wrap my lips around his long, thick shaft, and go to town. I wrapped my palm around his cock and urged him closer to me, the ache in my pussy unbearable.

“Tsk, tsk. Greedy girl,” he scolded. “I want you to watch yourself come apart.”

He lifted me off the counter and turned me to face the mirror. Tugging my dress over my ass, he bent me over the sink and placed my hands on either side of the counter.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you, Layla. See how much I love filling you with my cock.”

“Please, James. Give it to me now,” I begged.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he teased, dragging the head of his dick along my wet slit.

“Oh my god, James. I need you now,” I said with a whimper.

He obliged, entering me in a single thrust. “Baby, you take me so fucking well.”

His dick stretched me in the most delicious way. With each stroke, he became more fevered, more insistent, more wild. I watched him come apart in the mirror, his gaze dangerous and eyes hooded. My breasts bounced in time to his relentless pounding. Seeing him watch them in the reflection made my pussy pulse.

“You did so good tonight,” he praised. “I loved making you a dripping, thirsting mess for everyone to see.” He slammed into me harder with each drive of his hips.

My orgasm advanced, threatening to erupt out of me at any moment. Heat twisted in my stomach and spread out through my legs, curling my toes. Every muscle in my body tensed. A scream burst from my mouth, and I closed my eyes.

James urged me on. “That’s right, baby. Let everyone hear you.”

He met my orgasm with his own, filling me up with a low groan that had my pussy clench down on his cock. Tears ran down my cheeks as wave after wave of aftershocks hit me.

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