Deke, party of two? The hostess lead Deke and Serena to their reserved corner booth. The restaurant was dark and loud, Deke could hardly hear himself think. He preferred to hit the bistro down the street; soft music, nice vibe, somewhere he could really sit down and sink into Serena. Here, he couldn't even hear her laugh. It was such a shame to miss it. She insisted though, Apparently it was the best wine in town. He sighed, as she walked ahead. Tiny red cocktail dress hugging her hips as she walked. Whatever made those hips happy, made him happy. Besides, a little bit of wine made Serena dance just a bit more freely... and boy did he love to watch her dance. The sway of her hips, the way her shoulders dipped and rolled, the way her lips followed along with the song... the pure mischief she kept in her eyes... he'd buy her the whole damn vineyard if it guaranteed that behavior.
She sat across from them in their tiny two person booth. Deke opened the menu and began scanning. He wasn't starving, but figured desert might hit the spot. He felt Serena's leg slip between his, rubbing his calf with hers. He looked up, met those big round eyes, watched them narrow as they met his gaze. He hardened. He knew that look. Serena had a plan. She smiled and returned her gaze to her own menu, still rubbing his leg with hers.
Cookies, sundaes, cakes, Deke had a sweet tooth but he wasn't sure what to settle on. Admittedly he was having trouble thinking about food. Serena had extended her hand, dancing her fingers across his. She gripped them, stroked them, squeezed them... Deke tried to play coy. Tried to ignore her as he focused on his menu. Serena lifted his hand in hers. As he looked up, she pulled his hand even closer. She drug his hand across her face, pulling his fingers past her lips. She locked eyes with him, wild with passion as she worked. Deke loved how soft her lips were. Longed touching them, loved the tunnel vision he got when they were in motion. She drew his index finger between her lips, sucking it deep into her mouth. Deke grunted. He couldn't help it, couldn't do a thing, just sat and watched. She tilted her head back as she drew his finger out slowly, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
He knew the power she must be feeling, knew it well. Usually he was in the driver seat. But every once in a while he had to let Serena drive. He couldn't help it, really. Hell, if she only knew how weak she made him, maybe things would change. The dominance he had over her was only by her allowance... If she wanted to, he'd be no better than a pile of putty in her arms.
Serena reached the end of his finger, releasing it with her lips. She ran her tongue around her mouth, as if to savor the taste of of skin. She pursed her lips, crinkling her nose at the pleasure she apparently took at putting him in his current state. If she could only know what she was doing to him right now... what those lips did to him when they pursed, how his cock got hard at the thought of watching them dance and tease his cock...
The waiter approached the table. Deke wondered how flushed his cheeks were and if everyone could tell how flustered he was. He nearly stuttered as he ordered Serena's favorite bottle of red wine. The waiter bowed slightly and walked off to fetch the chosen bottle. Either he was polite or oblivious, he didn't seem to let of any hint of knowing. Deke thought it had to be the later. Serena had begun running her long nails across the inside of Deke's knee. Surely the waiter could see the goosebumps forming across his neck, right?
Deke slumped in his chair, driving his knee further between Serena's. He was trying to find her cock, trying to grind against it with his knee, excite her, turn the tables. Failing that, he hoped she'd at least let her own fingers roam north to his cock. Neither effort worked. Serena merely curled her lips and clicked her free set of nails against her teeth.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous." Deke grunted. He had half a mind to clear the bar, fucking in front of everyone. She'd like that, love the rush of the eyes on her, and he just couldn't wait to have her again. He'd get something from it too. Everyone would know a doll like Serena was really his to have, his to fuck. Serena made him feel like the king of the world when they were together, he relished the thought of everyone else believing it too.
Serena smiled. "You always tell me what it's like, looking into my eyes as I kneel below you." She was leaning forward, tits nearly spilling from her sparkling red dress. She whispered seductively, taking a note from Deke's own book. "The look in my eyes as I pull your cock free, take it between my lips, fill my throat with it. You describe the fury in my eye... like some sort of woodland creature, frozen in an instant of time, flight or fight. Do I run? Or do I let myself be devoured? You like to see the primal instinct overtake me, don't you, Deke? I fucking get it, you know." She'd slipped her foot from her heels and began running her toes against the bulge in Deke's pants. "I do. I get it, because I see it in your eyes now." her eyes seem to burn with fire. Deke was consumed, frozen in place. For one of the few times in his life, we was speechless. The best he could hope for was a grunt.
"You like what you see Deke? You like it when I wear these low cut dresses? Tits on display, trophy on your arm?" Deke nodded, dumbly. "Tell me." Serena commanded, running her fingers across her chest, drawing his eyes along with her.
Deke grunted again. He didn't know where to start. "You're so fucking hot, he said. Those fucking lips, that fucking hair. Your skin, your freckles. It fucking does things to me doll. Everything about you is spirit. You skin is this fucking explosion, white freckles dance across you like energy. You hair twirls, dips and twists, you twirl it into a braid and I can't help but run my fingers through it, feel it. Fucking pull it. You shake it free and the room fills with your scent. You consume the room. Your lips are electric... inciting a riot in me when you drag them across my skin... you fucking know what you do to me doll! You love to tease me, whispering in my ear, breathing and moaning as if it was a secret just for me. Brushing your lips across my arm as i read. Pure fucking energy, doll. Everything about you is buzzing. And when you take all that, when you channel it, in single beautiful mindedness, you're a fucking devastating force, my dear."