I've been dreaming about the feel of his big hands against my bare skin; those arms wrapping around me with his chest pressed against mine. I wanted him this morning, and have kept wanting him the whole day. He just ignored my advances...now it makes sense - dinner, and wine, then a long walk with my eyes covered, the fruit, the blanket...such a romantic surprise. He wasn't ignoring me, he was planning, down to the last detail. That bastard, he's good. I guess taking off my panties in the restaurant bathroom earlier worked to his advantage...he has me spread across the ground, my dress up over my waist...
He slid his fingers against my lips then forced them into my mouth. I found myself enjoying the mixture of the fruit and his flesh against my tongue. He used his other hand to work his fingers between my legs, sliding in and out of my body, the same way he was sliding in and out of my mouth. I don't know how to explain the sensation, the way he was pleasing me, eager to satisfy and please me in ways I had never imagined possible - his hands, his fingers, his tongue, his lips... stimulating all of my buttons at the same time.
I was shocked at how turned on I was; him watching me writhe in pleasure. I wanted his dick inside me, his fingers weren't enough. I wanted it so bad; my body was pulsing and throbbing...I needed him to stop playing with me and start thrusting in me.
I teased at it with my feet at dinner, letting him know what I wanted when we were done and it seems I got my point across. This whole time, I thought I was seducing him when he already had all this planned. It's funny how the hunter can become the prey. I just pray he takes his time and enjoys the fruits of his labor.