Looking at the clock for what feels like the hundredth time, I shift my legs restlessly and take a moment to settle the hem of my dress against my thighs. The click of my heels sound out against the wood floor as I make my way over to the closed door of the bathroom and try the locked door handle for the second time. "Santana? We're going to be late for our reservation if we don't leave really soon."
Pressing my ear to the door, I jolt backward as it opens suddenly and your blushing face greets me. "Sorry, Britt. I...uh...I don't know about this."
Glancing down at your dark pin-striped suit pants, I watch as your hands fidget in front of where I know our new toy to be. I reach forward to still your hands and hold them out to the side so I can take in the rest of your appearance, from your heels to your dark red silk button down shirt that's giving me a hint of just enough cleavage to bring a smirk to my face. I let go of one of your hands and reach past you to shut off the bathroom light, pulling you with me into our bedroom.
"How does it feel?" Letting go of your hand, I turn around and pick up our coats from the bed, keeping them folded over the curve of my elbow as I let my other hand rest on your hip, my thumb dipping into one of the belt loops. "You look incredible."
That brings a smile to your face and you lean forward to place a brief kiss on my lips. "Thank you, baby. So do you." I watch your eyes as they travel over my dress and I feel my cheeks flush under your appraisal, grinning as you answer my question, "It feels fine. I just feel like everyone is going to know what I have on under my clothes."
"They won't. You can't tell with the pants you're wearing and you'll be wearing your long coat to and from the restaurant. If they're able to tell once you're sitting down, then I'm not sure I want to use something like that later."
That teases a laugh from you and I can see some of the uneasiness leave your face as you smile and nod, picking up your coat from my arm and heading towards the front hallway. Taking a few moments to ogle your ass in those pants, I feel my lower body clench as I imagine what's under there. Flicking the light off in our bedroom, I follow you down the hallway, becoming acutely aware with each step that I'm already wet for you. I stop a few feet from you and appreciate the sight of your dark curly hair as it curtains your face while you dig around in your purse for the car keys.
"Britt, do you have the keys? I thought I had them but they're not in this stupid thing and we have like, 2 minutes to get to the restaurant." Pausing at my lack of response, you look over at me and put your purse down on the table by the front door. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're about to eat me."
Breathless, I walk towards you and hang my coat on the coat rack by the door, placing one hand against your chest and backing you up until you're pressed against the front door. I slowly unbutton your coat and keep my eyes on my fingers as they work through the buttons. "I just want to feel it before we go."
"I'm telling you right now if you touch me, we're not leaving," your last word is cut off on a sharp exhale when I drop one hand to cup you through your pants, bracing my weight with the other hand above your head.
Curious, I watch your face as I press a little firmer and feel a rush through my chest as your mouth drops open on a small moan. Your palms remain flat against the door and I hear your nails scrape the surface as I lean forward to bite lightly at your chin, brushing my lips against your mouth as I pull back to look down at my hand. Stroking the toy through the fabric, I can't help but groan as you push your hips into the pressure. "Fuck me, that's hot."
"We're going to miss dinner."
"I know."
Your hands grab my wrist, pushing me back slightly as you shrug your coat from your body and toss it in the general direction of the coat rack. As soon as it hits the floor, I slide both hands around your waist to cup your ass, trapping the backs of my hands against the door as I lean forward and press myself against you. Gritting my teeth against the sudden pull of your hands in my hair, I let you pull me into a kiss, the touch of your tongue on mine causing my hips to rock into you. I let you control the kiss, your hands against the side of my face keeping me where you want me as I grind slowly against you.
