He’s behind the counter mixing drinks, shoulder length dark brown hair, strong features, and a sexy smile. His hair pulled back into an unkempt man bun, I watch him from my favorite booth by the wall. The simple act of him making drinks has me wet. I blame the three white Russians, and the cocktail cake that I’d consumed.
A hand strays to my lap, and it takes all of my willpower to not spread my legs and rub my bud into a much needed climax. This is the fourth time that I’ve been here this week, and he’s the reason.
My eyes move downwards to his full lips and as always, I let my fantasy take over and run wild. His mouth encasing my nub, his tongue does a few tantalizing slow laps. The front of his tongue licking upwards, and then rolling backwards over my clit.
My moan of pleasure, fuels his aggressive nature and I’m flipped onto my stomach. I’m on my knees, with my legs stretched wide, my sex’s open and waiting to be filled. I’m pleasantly surprised, when the warmth of his tongue meets my clit again. A wave of pleasure courses through my core, and before I can recover from the aftershocks, his tongue enters my honeypot.
Holding on to the headboard, I slide up and down, loving the sensations his tongue’s providing. Pulling me downwards I ride his face, head thrown back. Harder and harder I ride, the oncoming orgasm’s intense. It’s all to real....
Coming back to reality, my hand’s between my legs furiously rubbing my mound. Doubling my speed, I can feel someone’s eyes on me. Not caring, I continue on, my orgasm peaking. Recalling my fantasy of his tongue circling my clit, riding his tongue and face, sends my orgasm washing over me in waves.
Gripping the table, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, I try to control my breathing as the last wave flows through my body. Once again I get the sensation of being watched, and opening my eyes a set of brown eyes meets mines.
Roman. Six feet two, athletic build and all man. The intensity of his gaze causes my heart to skip a beat, and a rogue wave follows. Taking a few quick breaths, my body’s relaxed and I’m able to stand. Looking in his direction again, his knowing smirk says it all.
Caught in the act, I want to be embarrassed but I’m not. Dropping a few bills on the table, I make my exit, the heat of his gaze upon my back.