We're on our way out to dinner for his birthday. I sneak peeks at him as he drives to the restaurant. Ugh I love watching him. Just looking at him makes my insides tighten. My pussy is still sore from the intense fucking from last night. I think of how it will hurt when I take that big cock later. I love that kind of hurt... the soreness of a well used cunt. He notices me watching him and starts to make funny faces at me. I giggle and reach for his hand. He fills my heart, mind, and cunt completely.
We're seated at our table at the place he chose and our waitress comes over to take our drink orders. She looks like she's in her mid 20s and she's a pretty little thing. She wears her blonde hair up high with wispy bangs swept to the side of a naturally pretty face. She has large brown eyes, generous lips, and a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks.
I watched her face when she looked at him. I smiled to myself because I know the impact he has. She thinks he's sexy and I fucking agree. As she walks away, I find myself wondering if he makes her as instantly wet as he makes me.
I look across the table and he asks why I'm smiling. I share my thoughts about the waitress. He shoots me a wicked look. "Would you like me to check if she's as wet as you are? I wonder if she can take every inch like you can?" He starts to act like he's getting up "Maybe I should just see where she..."
I laugh at him and say in my best stern voice, "Don't you dare. You stay right here and leave that poor girl alone. She has no idea that you would ruin her for other men."
"Speaking of baby... How's my favorite cunt feeling?" He's staring at me and he still makes my heart flip flop. He looks teasing, and playful always carrying that fuck energy that says any moment he might be shoving his cock somewhere inside of me. All of that is seductive enough but when he looks like he does right now... ughh... he looks so... happy. Fuck.
"Sore, wet, and entirely too empty. I love the soreness. I want you to make me take more later." Our waitress is back with our drinks. He gives me a smirk before he gives the waitress his order and proceeds to flirt with her. I give my order noticing how his attention has made her blush. She walks away again. I giggle and say, "You're incorrigible."
"I know." His tone changes to something more dark and stern "Slide two fingers in your pussy right now and tell me how wet my cunt is." The way he looks when he takes control of me like this, makes my insides melt.
I swallow hard and look around carefully as I pull up my dress and follow his orders. I barely hold back a whimper when I touch myself. I'm so wet and so sore. I love pushing in and feeling those remnants of his fucking from last night.
I look across at him and realize that he has been reading my expression the whole time. I decide to let him see the full measure of my lust for him in my eyes. I pull my fingers out and slide them into my mouth. I get a moment of satisfaction in seeing his eyes flash as I suck my fingers. "You make me incorrigible too it seems." I enjoy how my pussy tastes. Although my favorite way to taste myself is from his lips after he eats me... mmmm or his cock when he fucks me raw.
Our waitress is back again asking us if we need any more bread and refilling my drink. I see him lean back a bit as he talks to her. I notice her eyes going a little wider and she seems more nervous. She stammers a few times and leaves again, this time I notice she looks back at us as she walks away. I glance at him raising an eyebrow. He looks like the cat that ate the canary. "Joshua... What did you do?" I try to sound more stern but I can't stop myself from smiling.
"I just let her see how much my woman turns me on." He says this with a devilish grin. I do laugh then, thinking of the poor waitress's reaction.
I shake my head "You must've had a helluva time as a horny teen trying to keep those hard-ons hidden."
He grins at me, "Maybe I enjoyed not hiding them."
