With all our playing without release earlier it takes next to no time before I’m moving my hips to guide you up to my clit. But you continue to tease me, stroking me in between breaks to eat, never removing your hand.
You can tell I’m on the edge from my heavy eyelids, and short breaths. Just at that moment the waitress arrives to ask if we need anything else. Looking at me wickedly, you pick up the pace between my legs and ask me if I want dessert.
I do, but not the kind served here, and all I can manage to say is no as the first waves of orgasm rip through me. Luckily she takes the hint and leaves, leaving me to finish, moaning into your shoulder for cover.
Throwing some money on the table, we leave in a hurry, you walking behind me for cover. We get back to the hotel and I wrap my legs around you in the elevator. Disengaging enough to make it out and to our room, we make it no further than the door closing behind us before you drop your pants, lift up my skirt and push me against the wall before filling me completely in one push.
After hours of foreplay it’s a matter of minutes before you feel me convulsing against you and so you let go, filling me even further. Moving the extra 5 steps to the bed, we recover before starting again, slow and passionate this time, no interruptions, with the rest of the night ahead of us.