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Rick glided his hands over the tops of my thighs under the table. I mentally thanked myself for choosing the dark red dress instead of the sleek pants outfit I contemplated for a good twenty minutes. His fingers slipped up under my hemline and his thumb stroked the inside of my thigh sending a small shiver down my neck. His hand roamed mere inches from the edge of my panties.
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It was our three year anniversary dinner and we were at our favorite little Italian wine bar in New York City. A dim red glow flowed through the small restaurant. We were seated in the back against the exposed brick wall. It wasn’t a private table, but luckily the restaurant had tablecloths that covered Rick’s handsiness from the rest of patrons.
I took a sip of my Rose and glanced at him across the table. He had a devilish grin and mischief flooding his dark blue eyes. All this time and I was still unbelievably attracted to him. His thumb continued to roam closer and closer to my soaked panties.
He asked me about my day and I played nervously with a strand of hair as the waitress gave us the once over. She knew, she definitely knew. His thumb slipped under my lace underwear, commanding my attention. I abruptly switched my gaze back sucking in a small gasp. He gave a short shake of his head to scold me for not paying attention to him.
We hadn’t even gotten our food yet and all I wanted to do was leave with him. It wasn’t always this…hot. But the small bubble of air between us dropped with sexual tension.
I had just gotten back from a two week stint in London and it had been the longest Rick and I had been apart. I made sure to be back for our third year anniversary. I was a PR account executive for a fashion brand in London and they had wanted me to be on-site during the BRIT awards. Rick understood, and he held down the fort in NYC. And by fort I mean our cozy one bedroom in upper Manhattan.
I was staring at him. I was dying for him to have me. I considered just leaving our food for sex. That’s where I was in this situation.
“What are you thinking.” He asks me, his voice husky.
“I want to go.” I said quietly. Out of the corner of my eye I see him nod and accept. He popped up to go talk to our waitress. I finished off my Rose as I seem him smile an hand her his card. I can’t stop the pang of jealously even though I know it’s harmless. I just can’t help how much I want him right now.
He strides back over to me grabs my hand and pushes in my chair after I stand.
We don’t even make it back the three blocks to our apartment. Rick pulls me into a dark storefront entrance, and kisses my lips with brute force. I’m starting to think I should go on two week business trips more often. He pushed me up against the store’s door, with a hand slipped underneath my dress. His body pressed against mine. I wrapped one leg around his waist.
A huge crash, broke the spell.
Fortunately it was just a homeless guy that tipped over a trash can. We looked at each other and briskly walked all the rest of the way home.
We barley made it through the door, Rick slammed it behind us, and pushed me up against the wall. He pulled my leg around him and suddenly he was holding me against the wall with both my legs wrapped around his body.
He pulled down my lacey undies with one hand and my legs dropped briefly to the floor as he slipped off my panties. His dark blue long sleeved button down was rolled up at the ankles and I could feel his hard erection pressing against my naked vag. I groaned.
I reached down and unbuttoned his pants. I pushed them down, and positioned myself over his erection. He thrust into me with one strong push. It was like we hadn’t had each other in months. I gasped at the feeling of him inside of me. I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out. I felt the strong muscles of his shoulders underneath my fingers as I held onto him.
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