You listen anxiously as the waitress takes his order, and then yours, before you hot a quick reply to Oliver.
I know I'm going to regret this.
Scarlett: Fine. I'm going to the bathroom
You grip your phone, and quickly excuse yourself to the b a thrown. Jayden nods politely, letting you slip past him and hurry to the family restroom. Your heart beats erratically in your chest as you lock the door behind you, and the light automatically turns on. Your eyes scan the cute pictures of Italy hung on the wall.
Your phone vibrates with an incoming call.
You answer the phone, holding it to your ear, and your pussy twitches when you hear the husky octave voice on the other end.
He doesn't waste time teasing you. No. He's firm as he addresses you.
"Pull the straps down on your dress, Scarlett"
"Pull then down"
Excitement stirs in your gut as you oblige and gently tug your dress straps down with your free hand. Breathlessly, you speak into the phone.
"Okay, they're down"
"Good. Now trail your hand down your neck, dripping your fingers into your cleavage."
Oh fuck this is hot
You trail your fingers just as he instructed, teasingly grazing the area just above your nipples, briefly pulling back. Your breath quickens as you do that a few time.
"Now I want you to tug on those sexy nipples of yours"
You play with your nipples, thankful you didn't wear a bra so they're easily accessible. You feel yourself grow wetter, your panties are damp as you shift your legs and feel the moist material grind against yourself.
"Does that feel good, Scarlett?"
"Yes, Oliver. Go grid, yes, it feels fucking amazing"
The harder you tug at your nipples, the more your pussy throbs to be invaded.
"How badly do you want my mouth on those perfect tits?"
"So fucking bad"
"God, I want to taste so bad"
your body, and spread those thick thighs
you moan my
thought of his dick
your hand down your body, gasping when your hand glides over the wet lacy panties covering your pussy. You graze
pussy's wet, isn't
fall backwards as the friction on your clit sends pleasure throughout your body. Your legs shake, and you greedily play with your pussy, until you hear
I can tell you're getting too eager. You'll
"What do you want?"
want you to tease that pussy so much, when I finally let you cum, it'll
don't doubt his words. If
slow your fingers, bringing them to your pubic area above your clit to calm yourself. The orgasm that began to swirl fiercely in your centre, slows and dies down a little so you can give him what he wants. What he's dying for. Your orgasm. But not just a quick, rush of ecstasy. He wants a slow, pleasurable
up on the lips of your pussy, and you begin to softly tug them upwards
shit... th-that feels soooo
panties against my pussy, Oliver.
forward to stretch the material as much as you can so its
cum. Not yet.
you enjoy every fucking second of
fuck out of me, but he
want to cum,
pussy longingly. With deep, raspy breaths you slow your pace, doing just as he told
know you do, Scar. And I want
"Pull those panties aside"
to rest beside your
a mirror in
glance around, eyes connecting with a long mirror above the skin. It's just long enough that if you step backwards you can watch yourself
He's fucking clever.
that clit. How fucking sexy you look. Slide hat dress down, so you can get a full picture
it drop to your
jerking my cock through my shorts
knowledge, facing enveloped
off? That's too fucking hot. What
middle finger down your wet slit, inhaling a sharp breath
Scar. Use your finger to rub quickly on that
"Okay, I will"
you move your gaze forward, using the mirror to watch yourself. Your pussy is spread bare, glistening in the light
want to cum. Oh fuck. I
pussy just wants to be fucked by me, doesn't