Everyone else in the bar was deep in conversation. We were silent, staring into each other’s eyes. Your hand made my thighs quiver as I perched on the edge of a barstool with you standing next to me.
Your sensitive touch caused pleasure waves to course through my veins. Your fingertips as soft as my honeyed lips.
Your patience, outstanding. I searched your eyes. I noticed your shoulder drop, your hand twist, the forward movement.
Your finger sunk effortlessly into my waiting sheath and my whispered moan reinforced the smile on your lips.
I never thought you’d do it.
