She clutched the thigh resting on his lap, her fingers digging into the pale flesh hard enough to leave marks and grabbed the armrest on the door with her other hand, willing herself to stay still and silent under his ministrations.
He smiled at her efforts and plunged two thick fingers inside her aching pussy. Her swollen channel clenched around the invasion, winding her desire tight. She forgot about everything – the road, the city passing by, the traffic just outside the tinted windows – everything but the feel of his fingers thrusting inside her, sliding over her throbbing clit. In moments, she was coming, her hips bucking against his hand, biting her lip to keep from gasping with her release.
He let go of her leg to raise the screen again, grinning with satisfaction. When he’d drawn out the last bit of her climax, he eased his fingers, wet with her arousal, from her body. He brought his hand to his lips and licked the tip of his middle finger, savoring her taste in a gesture so erotic it had her slowing heart racing again. Reaching inside his coat for a handkerchief, he cleaned her off, repositioning the strip of black lace and released her knee before wiping his hand on the crisp white cloth.
She managed to smooth her skirt down around her hips as the car came to a stop. Climbing to her knees, very aware of the damp panties covering her sensitive sex, she kissed the side of his jaw, gently scraping her teeth over the sandpaper rough skin. She caught his earlobe between her teeth and reached down to stroke his hard cock through the fabric of his slacks. Dragging her fingernails over the long thick length of him, she felt him swell harder at her touch, but before she could reach for his zipper, he caught her hand in his.
“Not yet,” he said, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing the backs of her knuckles. “We’re here.”
She looked out the window, realizing for the first time that he’d brought her to Aubergine. Her mouth dropped open with a soft “oh.” As a cooking show junky, she couldn’t help but recognize Chef Jean Claude’s world famous restaurant. First Comme Ci, now Aubergine. She’d dreamed of eating at places like this, but she never really believed it would happen.
“Come on, Claire,” he said, grinning at her stunned expression. “Let’s go eat.”
