We laid on the bed until the sun was low on the horizon, the orange glow over the blue ocean. “Are you hungry, angel?” Triston lightly stroked my arm that was resting on his chest. I ran my fingers over the lines of his abdomen. The soft white sheet covering his hips. “Yea, I could eat.” I giggled as I turned and met his amused expression.
“Good, let’s put some clothes on and get some dinner. We can go to Il Mulino; they have good wine.” He got up and I took in his beautifully naked body as he crossed the room to pick up his clothes. He pulled on his briefs and turned to look at me. “Enjoying the view?” He asked, amused.
I nodded, “Always.” I got up and slipped on my underwear. “What am I meant to wear?”
“There should be a dress in the closet, I called Jessie to arrange to have some things delivered.” I walked over to the closet and opened the door, there were two hangers. One with a beautiful chiffon halter-neck red dress and one with a pair of black slacks and shirt. There was also a pair of black heels for me, Jessie seriously was amazing.
I slipped the dress off the hanger. Stepping into it, I slid it up my body until the thin string was able to tie behind my neck. It fit perfectly, but I didn’t doubt it would for a second. The shoes were a perfect fit and match for the dress. I left my hair loose down my back and tidied up my makeup while Triston got dressed.
Ten minutes later we were walking down to the restaurant. The setting was perfect right on the beach. “Wow, this place is amazing!” Our table was a booth on the patio of the restaurant, overlooking the beach. Triston slid in next to me as the waitress placed our menus and wine list on the table. I noticed her staring at Triston, as most women did when he was around. She gave him a bright smile. “Hi there, I am Candice. I will be your waitress tonight. What can I get you to drink?”
“We will have a bottle of your Merlot, the house blend and a bottle of sparkling water. Glasses with ice and lemon. We need a few more minutes with the food order.” She scurried off smiling. She flushed from Triston’s smile that he gave her.
“Do you realize what you do to women?” I asked him seriously.
His frown answered my question. “What do you mean?” He picked up the menu.
“Just as I thought, completely oblivious.” I giggled. Leaning towards him I whispered, “You drive every woman you meet crazy.”
“Miss Reid, there is only one woman I want to drive crazy,” his voice was low and his hand slid up my thigh. I jumped at his brazen move, lucky for table-cloths. I slapped his hand and squeezed my thighs together around his hand. “You see, I know you’re aching for me to touch you,” he growled.
The waitress came back with our drinks; I was thankful for the distraction. “Would you like me to pour it for you, sir?” She gave Triston another megawatt smile. “Sure thank you. Can you please bring us the vegetarian platter for two?” She nodded, opening the bottle and pouring a small taster for Triston. Taking a sip of the wine he nodded and she proceeded to fill both glasses. Leaving the bottle on the table she disappeared.
I picked up my wine taking a sip, it was full bodied and had an aftertaste of strawberries. I looked out at the ocean, the patio was lit up by the candles on the tables. Triston’s hand rested on my thigh. I was aware that the dress I had on was short and the material was soft. His fingers played with the hem and I knew what his intentions were. He was going to tease me into submission. “It’s beautiful here,” I tried changing the subject. Meeting Triston’s gaze, he was staring at me. “What?” He gave me a boyish smile and shook his head, turning to look at the ocean. “Nothing, I was just thinking.”
“Oh, you were? What were you thinking about?”
He leaned towards me, his hot breath on my neck. “About how I would like to take you and bend you over the table. Then I would lift this tiny dress and fuck you.” His voice was low and hoarse. Squeezing my thighs together, I squirmed in my seat. I felt the fire ignite low in my belly. “Then I want to make you come around me.” He continued and I felt the knot tighten in my stomach. “Until you feel me come inside you while I spank you hard,” his words trailed off, leaving me aching. The heat between my legs was unbearable. I squeezed my thighs tighter, hoping to sate the need inside me. Knowing he could feel the effect he had on me. His eyes locked on mine and I knew my pupils were dilated with lust.
His smirk was devilish. The dark bad boy beneath the cool exterior was teasing me and he was enjoying every minute of me squirming in my seat. I took a large gulp of wine, knowing that this was going to be a long dinner. I watched his hand play with the stem of the glass, his beautiful fingers tracing lines up and down the crystal. “Do you enjoy staring at me?” He asked with an amused expression.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” I leaned towards him. I wanted to rattle that calm exterior of his, as my teeth grazed his neck I whispered. “I would love to feel those fingers of yours inside me, you do realize I am soaking wet right now.” My breath was warm on his bare neck and I could see goosebumps rise on his skin. I sat back pleased with the reaction from my words.
“Miss Reid, you are good. I give you that, but I can play this game much better than you,” he turned to face me. His eyes creased as he gave me a naughty smile. I took that as a challenge. Sliding my hand up his thigh stopping just short of his crotch. I sipped my wine, his eyes darkening as he stared at me. His gaze flickered with that all too familiar lust as I licked the wine from my bottom lip. “We will just have to see, won’t we Mr Hart?”
Triston sat back. “I do love a challenge,” wrapping his arm around me. We watched the waves on the shore. A few minutes later our waitress returned with the platter. The food looked marvelous. It was then that I realized how hungry I was. We hadn’t eaten since leaving New York this morning. I grabbed one of the cheese breadsticks and dipped it in the hummus. As I brought it to my mouth I felt Triston’s gaze on me. I decided to tease him licking the hummus off the tip and slowly biting into it.
He averted his gaze quickly, “Jesus Emily!” He mumbled under his breath. I giggled knowing that I had affected him.
“What’s wrong Triston?” I asked him innocently.
“Nothing, I think I am just hungry.” He put a few starters on his plate. I dipped the bread in another salsa dip and copied my earlier actions. Triston’s eyes were glued to my mouth and I felt my stomach flip flop at the lust filled expression on his face. He blinked, turning his head away and proceeded to fill our glasses with water.
His hand went back to gripping my thigh, holding my leg in place. His fingertips caressing my skin causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. When I didn't stop him he moved his hand higher up my thigh. Trailing his feather light touch on my hot skin, a soft moan escaped my mouth. “Need some ice angel?” His voice syrup sweet as he gave me a devilish smile. He made my body ignite. The game he enjoyed made me smile. He continued to surprise and excite me in so many ways.
“Yes, please…” I scooped up a small block of ice from the glass. Holding it to my lips I sucked on it. Rubbing the cold ice over my top lip then my bottom. His eyes blazed again, watching the water drip slowly onto my cleavage. “Ooops!” I wiped the water with my index finger, putting it in my mouth. Sucking my finger, with a smirk on my face. His eyes mesmerized by my actions.
“Are we actually going to eat tonight? Or did you want me to take you into the restroom and fuck you?” He growled and my body clenched in anticipation.
“Well, you did say that you were better at this than I was. I was just trying to get ahead.” I smiled, finishing the wine in my glass. Our waitress came back to take our food order. The temperature dropped, but I knew his mind was elsewhere as he ordered our dinner. When she left I leaned my head on his shoulder. My teeth biting the smooth skin of his exposed neck, “I would rather have you for dinner, Mr Hart.” My whisper trailed off and I kissed his neck.
“Miss Reid, I am definitely going to be having you for dessert. Now behave or there will be harsh consequences later.”
I sat up straight, giggling at his expression. “Okay Mr Hart, I will try to behave.” Giving him my most innocent smile. “I am going to the restroom, don’t go anywhere!” I stood up and walked to the back of the restaurant. My body was on fire and my panties were soaked. I was in need of Triston more than I imagined possible. I walked down the hallway towards the restrooms. When I felt him behind me. I wasn’t surprised, I knew he couldn’t resist. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into the women’s restroom. He pulled me into a stall and locked the door behind us.
Pinning me against the wall, his mouth crashed into mine as his tongue licked into me. I arched my back. Pushing myself into his rock hard body, feeling every rigid inch of him. His right hand held my wrists above my head. Pushing my legs apart with his knee. His left hand moved up my thigh, finding the heat between my legs.
A growl emitted from his chest as his fingers moved my panties to the side, finding me soaking wet. Pushing two fingers into me suddenly, causing my hips to move against him. I moaned into the kiss. We heard the door open and close, but his attention was relentless. He didn’t stop for a second. I was about to come undone when suddenly he stopped. “Now Miss Reid, we should go and have dinner,” he whispered. Straightened his shirt and unlocked the stall. Making sure no one saw him, he dashed out of the restroom leaving me panting and on edge.
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When I walked back to the table I gave him a small smile and noticed our dinner had arrived. I was so high-strung when I slid into the booth my arm brushed his and every nerve in my body was electric. “You okay angel? You look flushed.” He gave me a naughty smile and I stuck my tongue out at him. “Miss Reid, I will bite that tongue.”
I picked up my cutlery, “Mr Hart, what you did in there was so unfair. Not to worry, though, I will definitely get my revenge,” I smiled and winked at him.
“I did nothing that you didn’t want me to do,” he put a forkful of salad in his mouth. I decided eating dinner would be best. I needed to distract myself from the feel of him pinning me against the wall and his fingers inside me. Picking up my glass I took a large gulp of wine. “I want you to sit still and be very quiet okay?” He turned towards me, seeing my confused expression he continued. “I want to try something…”
He picked up an ice-cube, “Carry on as normal, you don’t want to attract attention to us do you?” I shook my head, but my heart leaped into my throat.
“No, but you’re scaring me.” I giggled.
He took the ice-cube with his right hand and moved it over my knee, circling. He looked so calm, eating his salad. Moving his hand higher on the inside of my thigh. I felt the ice melting from the heat of his hand and it slowly dripped down my leg. “Triston!” I hissed at him. A naughty smile curved his lips. He moved his hand higher. The skirt of my dress pushed up by his hand as the ice reached the top of my inner thigh. “You really are my bad girl Miss Reid,” he cleared his throat and I knew he was as turned on as I was. The fact that we were in public made me tremble at the risk we were taking. Finally, I felt the last drops of water on my thighs as his hand came into full contact with the apex between my thighs.
A small moan escaped my lips. “Miss Reid, would you like some more wine?” He asked nonchalantly as his fingers stroked the moist material of my panties. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The waitress came back to our table. Triston’s hand didn’t move. I felt myself blush as she asked if everything was okay.
“Yes, thank you. Everything is amazing! Another bottle of wine please?” Triston’s voice was calm and relaxed, his fingers slowly stroking me. The knot in my stomach was so tightly wound. I squeezed my legs together, trapping his hand from moving. As she scurried off, Triston turned to me. “You’re doing so well; you are close aren’t you?”
“Yesss!” I hissed, keeping my voice low.
He pulled his hand away quickly. “We can leave that for later,” slowly licking his fingers. “Goddamn, you do taste like honey.”
“Triston, please?” I begged him, I needed to find my release somehow. His eyes were locked on mine and I silently pleaded with him. He stared at me, debating what to do.
Finally, he asked, “Can you be quiet?” I nodded. His hand snaked its way between my legs. Moving the table-cloth over my lap as his fingers pushed aside my panties. “Mmmm, I love how wet you are,” he whispered. Plunging two fingers inside me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. “You need to be very quiet. Understand?” I nodded, picking up my wine and taking a small sip as he plunged into the soaking depths of my body. I watched as everyone in the restaurant went on with their business completely oblivious.
Our waitress came back with the wine, which she opened and left on the table for us. “Thank you,” Triston’s voice was so calm. I was surprised at how he could be so relaxed. I felt a third finger filling me and I felt myself teeter on the edge. I needed this so much. In the dim light of our table,I leaned my head on his shoulder. His fingers moved faster and faster. “Come for me my naughty angel,” his voice hoarse and low. My release shuddering through me as I squeezed my thighs around his hand. I bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming as my body shook. He stopped moving his fingers and kissed my cheek. “You are so sexy Miss Reid.” Pulling his hand out from under the table, he licked his fingers clean as he stared at me.