His hand clutched the glass
Teasing her
Tormenting her
Making her ache
to be touched in places
only seen by his eyes
His strength
the way his fingertips
danced a tango
across her skin
The intention with which
he slid them
into her sweet abyss
She crossed her legs
underneath the
restaurant table
attempting to stop the flood
gathering at the
apex of her thighs
His long fingers
making her needy
forcing her
to beg for release
His eyes darken
as his lips curve
into a devious smile
He’s unspoken
until he knew
she was already
coming apart for him
without a single touch
She hears
the soft clicking
of his fingers
her heat intensifies
Those hands
will make her whimper
in need later
Now she just needs
to get through dinner
