Page 125 of Fear of Falling

Ironically, it was the same fancy restaurant we’d left a few weeks ago. However, this time we were led to a table in the far back and I didn’t feel so out of place. I don’t know if it was because I’d finally accepted this was my new life, or because I was finally comfortable, but I didn’t so much as glance at the people staring at us.

Wyatt pulled out my seat, kissing my cheek before sitting beside me. He purposely moved his chair closer, so his thigh touched mine under the tablecloth. Our table was tucked away in a back corner, cut off from the view of the other patrons.

Unlike last time we were here, we ordered a bottle of wine and food before settling into our seats. I looked at the man next to me, smiling softly that he’d made the effort to bring me here tonight.

Who knew Wyatt Boone was such a romantic.

Wanting to be one of those cheesy couples, I grabbed my phone and lifted it up. I’d yet to post a picture of Wyatt and I on my social media and I was about to change that. Over the last few weeks, I’d steered clear of social media and all the comments that came with the sudden influx of followers I’d gotten. It was about time I posted a cute picture of me and my boyfriend for everyone to see.

Plus, looking this good, I couldn’t pass up the chance to take pictures with my man. Wyatt didn’t hesitate, leaning into me with a smile. Each picture I took was different, like we were in our own, private photo booth. One we smiled at the camera, the next Wyatt kissed my cheek, then I kissed his. My favorite was Wyatt playfully pretending to bite me as I laughed, the moment perfectly captured.

Wyatt watched as I posted the picture with‘Date night’and a heart emoji. I smiled at the picture, happy to show everyone that I was proud to call him mine.

“You look sexy in that picture,” Wyatt murmured in my ear before kissing the side of my neck, sending a shiver along my spine.

“I’m not the one that looks like a model,” I replied.

“Who cares what I look like, babe. You in this dress makes me want to take you right here, regardless of who can see,” he whispered huskily as he continued planting kisses along my neck. He knew the sensitive spot made my toes curl. The thought of him taking me right there sent a wave of desire coursing through me.

“And I bet your panties are soaked right now.”

I had to suck on my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound as I felt his hand on my thigh, slowly pushing up the fabric of my dress. As Wyatt slid his hand up my dress and I quickly looked around, making sure no one could see as he touched my already soaked core. A small gasp left my lips as he ran the pad of his finger across my lace underwear and my legs spread on their own as he continued rubbing me.

“Already so wet and I’ve hardly touched you, baby.” His breath fanned against my neck as he whispered, and I swallowed the moan that threatened to escape at his dirty words. With deft fingers, he pushed the fabric of my underwear to the side and touched my bare pussy.

I gripped the edge of the table, my eyes wanting to shut but I forced them open as he slid the tip of his finger inside of me. The fact that we could get caught at any moment had me clenching around his finger.

“Here is your wine,” the waiter said as he silently appeared at the table, placing our glasses of wine and the bottle. My eyes were so wide as Wyatt kept his finger moving in and out of me under the table. The tablecloth hid everything he was doing yet I felt like the waiter could tell. Glancing over at Wyatt, he didn’tseem fazed as he lifted the wine glass to his lips and took a sip before nodding his approval to the waiter.

Wyatt moved his fingers faster as the waiter patiently waited for me to taste mine. It took everything I had to still my shaking hand long enough to raise my glass and take a sip. It barely touched my tongue before I was nodding, wanting the waiter to disappear.

Wyatt had another thing in mind.

“Good baby?” He had the nerve to ask as he finger fucked my pussy under the table, the waiter cluelessly hovering. I tried to nod, but Wyatt chose that moment to curl his fingers, bringing his thumb to my clit.

“Really good.” I could hear the tremble in my voice and focused my gaze on my wine glass, unable to bring myself to look at the waiter.

Satisfied, Wyatt dismissed the waiter as the last of my resolve disintegrated.

“Wyatt,” I moaned under my breath as I gripped the table once more. Spreading my legs wider, I tilted my hips to give his fingers better access.

“Shh…don’t want anyone to hear,” he chided, but I could hear the amusement in his tone.

For the next few minutes Wyatt teased me incessantly, bringing me right to the edge only to pull back and slow down. I was completely at his mercy as he made me moan and whimper, my body pushing against him, wanting more. To say I was grateful that our table was tucked in the back was an understatement.

“Our food is coming, you’d better come before it does,” he growled in my ear. His fingers picked up the pace, fucking me faster and harder. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood, but I barely noticed as my hips bucked and my legs trembled as I drew closer to coming.

“Wyatt.” I gasped.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”

The pressure of his fingers tipped me over the edge and my whole body shook as I leaned to the side, burying my face against Wyatt’s chest as I tried to stifle my moans.

After a moment, Wyatt removed his fingers from me, as I sat there breathing heavily. I already wanted his hands back on me, ravenous for something other than food. Seeing the waiter approaching, I quickly straightened and smoothed down my hair.

“Here you are.” The waiter placed our dinner before us, smiling before walking away.

I can’t believe I just let Wyatt finger me under the table at a restaurant…and that I liked it.

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