“It doesn’t bother you? You have it all over you.” Remnants of my lip gloss are smeared outside the line of his lips. It’s not much but enough that when the light hits him just right, it glimmers.
“Nah, it’s probably not enough.” His fingers teasingly glide up my back and into my shirt but falter. He lays his palm flat on my back and drags it side to side. “No bra?” His voice deepens. “Hmm…”
Daniel sucks in a breath, slipping his fingers around my rib cage and they rise beneath the curve of my breast.
Maybe I should stop him, considering there’s other people around, but I don’t. I let him touch me. His thumb caresses the underside of my breast and my breath hitches when his thumb flicks my hard nipple.
He keeps his eyes on me, still softly stroking me. “You look beautiful.”
My lips quirk. “Say what you really want to say.”
“I’m trying to be respectful.”
I silently laugh, squeezing my thighs. “Your hand is on my boob. I don’t think there’s anything respectful about that.”
His Adam’s apple bobs and I feel his free hand linger at the back of the waistband of my skirt. “I mean it, you look beautiful.”
“But?” I provoke, pushing my chest into him.
“But you also look really fucking hot. You’d drown me in holy water if you saw what’s inside my head right now.” Daniel clamps my nipple hard and twirls it between his fingers.
I squirm, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning.
“Your body is so accessible to me. I could easily push you into that restroom. Lift your skirt and pull your shirt up, bend you over, and eat you out or fuck you. Or do both.”
I close my eyes as a faint moan claws out.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he roughly orders and pinches my nipple hard again, his blunt fingernails digging into the tender skin.
I gasp, forcing them open and shiver when he shoves his hand inside the back of my skirt. His fingers graze the top of my ass cheeks and hook under the waistband thong.
“What color is it?” he asks.
“Green,” I answer breathlessly. He doesn’t ask but I’m certain he knows I wore it for him. I wasn’t sure if he’d show, but despite today’s holiday, I put them on thinking of him.
“I bet it’s pretty.” I get caught up with the feel of his fingers on my nipple and throaty words that I don’t realize what he’s doing until I’m tensing and gasping loudly.
He pulls my thong up, the wet material wedging between my pussy lips, grazing my throbbing clit. I shudder at the euphoric sensation and bite my trembling lip, discreetly rocking my hips as he continues to pull.
“Can you come like this?” he asks, his voice a rough husk.
I attempt to shrug but my shoulders are so stiff with tension, I can hardly move them.
“I think you can.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, whispering, “No, I know you can.” He stops tugging but keeps a firm hold on my thong, leaving it lodged between my folds. “You keep your eyes on me and keep rocking your hips,” he encourages, rubbing my nipple between his fingers. “Yeah, just like that. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
I break out into a sweat, feeling embarrassed and aroused as I grind myself into practically nothing. He’s hardly playing with my nipple, hardly doing anything really, but it’s enough that I feel my body tighten with anticipation.
“Y-yeah,” I sputter.
He smirks and leans down until I feel his breath on my ear. “Hurry up and come.”
“Why?” I stupidly ask, feeling dazed.
“Because I said so.” It’s so fucking arrogant and slightly demeaning, but it causes my entire body to seize and the orgasm to burst.
I drop my head to his chest, swallowing back the moan that threatens to spill out as my body spasms against him. He holds me close to him, arms wrapped around my back in a hot embrace.
I’m not sure how long we stand here but the spasms don’t stop, only become faint over time. “Oh my gosh.”
