Credits to the author, FelixCulpa-Writer
You were quiet on the ride over to the restaurant.
We had been trying to relax before this meeting but I had been too nervous and put us both off. It was perhaps going to be one of the strangest nights I’ve had in awhile starting with the fact that my parents had even agreed to do this, let alone be amicable to each other for a night. Maybe I was a little old fashion but I did always found getting to know the parents were important and since we had decided to visit Malaysia, I couldn’t exactly use the excuse of distance for not introducing my Significant Other.
“Hey.” You grabbed my hand from the steering wheel, I’d been insistent on driving despite how well you were doing at driving ‘on the wrong side of the road’. “It’s going to be okay, Kitten.”
“Uh, you’ve met my Mum. She’s…kinda ditzy but she’s the least of my worries-”
“It’s your pa, I know-”
“I’m just trying to brace you,” I said.
You cupped me by my chin and placed the sweetest kiss I could’ve hoped for in that situation.
“Trust me, I think I’ve handled worse.” You murmured.
I nipped on your lower lip which might’ve been a misstep on my part judging from the flash behind your warm brown eyes. I smirked and brushed my hand on your inner thigh, “Settle.”
If only I’d known that was what settled my fate for the rest of the night.
Honestly, I couldn’t have been more thrilled that you were right. There had been moments when the conversation was obviously approaching dangerous waters but you were mature and level-headed enough to steer it away from. If there was anything I wish I had been right about was your ‘settling’.
Several times over dinner I caught your eyes and had to immediately reach for my drink to avoid from choking on my own saliva. I knew that gaze well and the last time I saw it you were forcing that tenth orgasm out of my body in the semi-darkness of the hotel room with the curtains open.
My mother complimented how thoughtful you are, how she’s never seen me happier…as if on instinct I sat closer to you, brushing your thigh and perhaps not expecting the rigidity in your pants.
You met my glance forcing me to take an unnecessarily large gulp of my iced tea. The hostess had placed us in a private booth placed somewhere towards the back of the steakhouse.
You carried on the conversation as if nothing happened my admiration slowly turning into a knot of sexual tension.
“Would you like to see the dessert menu?” The waitress startled me causing me to half-jump. My dad was already shaking his head but my mother disagreed and with a roll of his eyes said he was going to have a smoke outside.
“Get me a slice of the chocolate cake.” My mother said before excusing herself to the ladies’.
The waitress had just disappeared when your hand flew to my neck and forced me under the table. Your dick was already out and I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around it. Thankful for non-smearing lipstick I licked the underside of your shaft loving your fingers toying with my hair. I had to remind myself to breathe when you forced your length in my throat, my fingers clamping over your knees.
Your fingers tightened on the base of my neck as I slurped, lips rubbing against your sensitive tip.
Was someone returning?
My heart beats raced but you kept me pressed against your erection.
“Should I give it a few more minutes?” It was the waitress.
“No, no. Could you put in an order of the chocolate cake?” You say as if you didn’t have your dick in my mouth and I had just left the table with my mother.
“Just one?” The waitress asked.
“Yes. Please.” You answered. I continued teasing your tip with my tongue before you gripped my shoulder and pulled me upwards, pressing my face into your collarbone. I discreetly wiped my mouth on your shirt as I heard the familiar sounds of my mother’s footsteps.
I was perhaps a little relieved that I couldn’t see your frustrated face.
It felt like forever before the last bite of chocolate cake was eaten and the bill for the meal came.
“Yeah our car is actually is parked at the other lot.” You said squeezing my hand tight as we waved goodbye to my parents with promises of lunch tomorrow.
“No. You’re getting into the passenger seat kitten.” You led me to the other side of the car. The door was barely open when you had hiked up my dress fingers tracing my pussy lips through the lace panties.
“Fuuuck…” I whined, listening to the sound of you unzipping and pushing my panties to the side. I loved your swiftness of taking and filling me in such a way that I’m bucking against you, fingers digging into the leather seats of the car.
“This is your fault kitten. Could’ve taken care of this before dinner now you’re gonna cum in the parking lot for Daddy.” Your left hand was groping my tits, twisting and pulling on my nipple with the talent and familiarity that had me bite back my moans.
You slammed your cock right into my wet folds tremors quivering through my body a reaction to your movements. You growled incoherently under your breath and the next thing I know your dick is out of my wetness leaving me aching with need.
“You better know a shortcut back to the hotel.” You said helping me with my dress before placing a rough kiss on my lips. “What was the score last night? Ten?” Your hand brushes the underside of my jaw, mischief dancing behind your brown eyes.
Something told me you were going to try to make it eleven tonight.
Absolutely loved it. “You slammed your cock right into my wet folds” – Fuck, that was hot line.