I’m trying to be a good girl – your good girl – while you slip the pretty lacy panties I bought just for you about my thighs and run your tongue over my seam already wet in anticipation of your touch. Your hands on my ass hold me steady while I try to resist the urge to grind into you in a public parking lot. The sigh, locked in my lungs, fights against my ribs, trying to break free, but I’m not as free as you and I’m secretly nervous that others can see us between the parked cars. But even through the nerves is the thrill of how much you want me.
Your warm-as-honey voice in my ear telling me that you want to watch me touch myself while you order our meal. I close my eyes for a moment and dip my hand under the table and lightly stroke my fingers over heated, dripping skin. Tell me to slip my trembling fingers past your lips and into your hot mouth as the server retreats to call in our order to the kitchen. Your nostrils flare in desire and your pupils blow out with lust when the pads of my wet fingers hit your tongue and you suck, sure of pleasures to come. And I give you that look, the one you love and I know I’ve caught my Wolf with both hands.
Dinner is a dance, a tango of stolen glances, a bachata of touch. You know all the ways to get me to blush behind a sip of wine. Of how to make a girl who never giggles, do so like a schoolgirl between bites. Lively and teasing we know each others’ secret needs like they were our own – in a world known only to each other. This game we play is high-stakes, though neither of us care to admit it, but the sweet tension that’s building is undeniable. The need, unquestionable. And the kiss we share in front of the entire restaurant as we ready to leave, undeniable to anyone sparing a glance our way. Every filthy thought, every secret desire on full display and I am certain that we will not make it home before it all consumes us. And I am certain as the Moon chases the Wild that you’re going to have to pull the car over before we can make it home because I can’t keep my hands or mouth off of you. And my only goal now is to make you see stars before you pour yourself into me.