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I'd seen the fire in his eyes as we both took a drink from our glasses, it was a relaxed meal. Somehow, he had this habit of taking me to places that were upmarket but treating them like we were sat at my kitchen table. He in a casual suit and me in a deep burgundy dress that left the majority of my back exposed. He kept his hand on my lower back from the moment that we got out of the car. In some ways it was sweet, but in others it was completely possessive. He was letting everyone know that I was his.
That look in his eyes, I knew it all too well. I started getting hot with just that look, knowing that he would have something in store for me. He took one last sip of his wine and signalled for the waiter to come over, quietly asking for the bill. After a couple of minutes, he took my hand and started guiding me towards the door, moving his hand to the small of my back once more. Once in the car his left hand snaked up my dress along my leg, until he could feel the edge of my panties. He moved them out of the way just enough so that he could rub my clit, making me wet. I leaned back in my seat, head tipping back and my back arching a little, my eyes closing
"No Amelia, I want to see you. Look at me." He implored me, I opened my eyes to see him leaning over slightly his face close enough to mine that I knew he would be able to feel my breath when it came out in shorter gasps. His finger carried on, rubbing circles around my clit, occasionally travelling down to rub my labia or dip into my pussy slightly. I started moaning, resisting the temptation to close my eyes and give into the sensation. Just as he felt my pussy start to tighten, he pulled his hand away and pressed his finger into my mouth. Even as I felt the disappointment of being denied my orgasm I knew to clean his fingers with my tongue. First running my tongue over the tips of his fingers and then sucking gently to remove any traces of myself. He smiled a little, removed his fingers, wiping them on a handkerchief.
In a moment we were driving away from the restaurant back to our house. I tried to distract myself from him and my now incredibly wet pussy by looking out of the window. The night scene of all the houses of the valley flashed in front of my eyes. One of my favourite views, but not enough to distract me from the heat seemingly radiating off me, despite my scant dress. The drive wasn't long, probably 20 minutes at most, but it felt much longer to me that night. I was sure that by the time we finally got home that my panties would be soaked. I closed my eyes, pressing my head against the cold glass of the window and biting my lip to try and control my body, despite knowing that there was no point with him sat next to me.
I breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled the car into our road and I saw our house ahead. I got out of the car as soon as he turned the engine off and walked up the front steps, goose bumps forming on my skin in the cold air. He casually strode from the car to the door, taking his time before unlocking the door and allowing me to step through it. The door closed, and he was upon me in a second. Pressing me against the wall, taking my breath away as his lips took mine. One of his hands moved to cup my jaw as his tongue moved between my lips completely in control. The taste of his lips consumed me, the fruit of the wine lingering. My breath grew shorter and a quiet moan escaped me, the noise swallowed by his mouth. He pulled away, looking into my eyes, both of us ready. He took my hand and pulled me towards the stairs, I knew that we were going to our bedroom and my anticipation grew even more.
He stood before me in the bedroom, the fire in his eyes now an inferno. His hands reached out to me, hooking two fingers under each strap of my dress slipping them down over my shoulders and making my dress fall to my hips. He appraised my breasts now moving his hands to them to begin stroking the soft flesh, pinching my nipples slightly. My head rolled back a little as I struggled to contain the gasps and moans wanting to escape my throat. He pinched harder, his lips now brushing my tits, his tongue lashing out occasionally.
