To Have and To Hold

Chapter 40

Michael gripped the table with one hand, careful not to pull the table cloth down, while making sure he was not too exposed in case someone was to come in. His stage training definitely helped as he was a master of evaluating viewing angles and vantage points. Was she really going to do this? Well, it seemed that tonight all bets were off for both of them. Who knew what his little shopping spree would unleash? To be honest, Lisa had never exactly been shy. Not when it came to daring sexual behaviors.

The first time she had cooped a feel under the table at a restaurant he had just about died. Feeling his cheeks heat, he had captured her hand, giving her the 'what the hell are you doing' look. Till he met her eyes and the blue blowtorches had obliterated any and all resistance. Now, to be honest, other women he had been out with had tried to get him out of his shell in similar ways before, most notably Madonna. But there were simply some boundaries he did not care to cross. Not in real life anyway. Not when his overactive mind usually supplied thrills and tantalizing dreams out the wazoo. Until this little crazy woman made him forget all reason and painted the canvas in colors even his most creative illusions could not live up to.

Now, tonight...well, admittedly he might have been the instigator. All day he had been on pins and needles, imagining shoving the little buzzing thing up Lisa's love canal. The mere thought of watching her heat up then observing her cumming at his command had made him hard several times. Almost nothing was better than to be in control of her sweet torture.

During dinner, he had made her climax multiple times. At times, getting her worked up while they were alone, his dirty talk heating and stirring her more. Other times, he enjoyed getting her started with a waiter in the room, watching her bite her lips and set her teeth trying to act cool as a cucumber. She had the most amazing self-control- only she was not fooling him. He knew her body so extremely well, even when he was not directly touching her. He knew the tint of her skin and that glossy sheen of her eyes. Through her dress, he could see her nipples tighten and was well aware that she had not worn a bra. Of course, her perky breast had already tipped him off as had the total lack of a line on her back. That, combined with the knowledge of those black stockings and matching garters had him rock hard, his dick pressing against his pants. Ok, so this whole playing thing was getting to him as well.

A couple of times, he had waited for the serving staff to leave, then leaned over, kissing her deeply, tasting the torrid desire on her tongue, savoring her tongue battling his. At one point, he pulled her dress to the side, feasting on her distended rosy nipple, licking and sucking it. As he turned the bullet back on, he took an icecube from the glass, using it to caress her nipples, hearing her gasp while he kissed her neck. Her little whimpering sounds became more urgent, and as the heat of her body ate the frozen treat, he retrieved another one, this time sitting back, asking her to spread her legs in a husky voice.

"You are so fucked up, you know that?" Lisa breathed against him, her hand on his thigh now, massaging his quads, making him wish she'd squeeze a little higher up.

"I'm helpful, not fucked up. You look like you need some cooling, baby girl."

Their eyes met, and Lisa smiled that dirty smile he adored. The one that made her eyes sparkle even more and caused his penis to grow in its prison.

He pushed the button on his remote, watching her jump and bite her lip. Forgoing further protests, she spread her legs. Once again he could admire the silky stockings and her firm thighs. He noticed her juices had leaked out, coating the top of her legs, a view turning him on like crazy. Oh yeah...only a little bit longer and he'd have her dripping out with more than her own fluids. Shit, if only he could figure out a place to do her. He had planned to work her up right, to get her so worn out and horny she begged for him. But like a silly, drunk fly, he had also gotten stuck on the honey, and his own desire urged him on to hurry things along to push himself into her. His straining cock grew thicker and harder thinking about her no doubt tight and scorching hot walls- all nice and ready from the little toy inside.