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His fingers fumble across the back of my dress until he finds my bra clasp. He undoes it, and I immediately feel a release of tension around my rib cage. Now, as he grabs my breasts, there is a little more freedom of movement.
I feel the back of the bar biting into my back as Jay pushes me into it harder and harder, but I welcome the feeling. I welcome everything Jay is doing to me.
I slide my hands out from under his shirt, because it isn’t enough for me anymore. I want him. I want to see how hard he is.
I reach for his pants and feel him through them, though it’s difficult to feel him well. I can tell that he’s hard, that kissing me is doing it for him, but his jeans are in the way. I gently squeeze the length of his cock, but it’s not enough. I want more of him, and I want him now. I’m impatient to see him and touch him skin to skin. I want to take his jeans off, but just as I reach for the clasp on his pants, Jay pulls back from my neck.
A flash of fear hits me. Is he regretting it? Is he going to decide that he’s had a taste of me, and doesn’t need anymore?
“I should probably lock the front door… I don’t want someone wandering in while we’re…” Jay makes a motion to us and what’s happening between us.
Smiling in relief, I watch as Jay strides over to the front door and slides a couple of bolts into place. Then, he comes back toward me and sweeps me into his arms again. I wrap my legs around him, and Jay carries me to one of the larger, oak tables in the back of the bar. He sits me on the edge of it, and I’m at the perfect height for kissing him.
It's as though I’ve already forgotten the magical sensation of his lips on mine, and I need to immerse myself to get back on track. Feeling daring, I reach for his belt and work to undo the buckle. Jay’s hands roam my back, pulling me closer until there's no space between us.
He slips my bra straps down and I pull my arms out, then he pulls my bra through one side of my dress and throws it somewhere to the side. I hear it hit the floor softly.
Jay’s thumb finds one of my nipples, and he starts rubbing it in soft circles as we kiss, and suddenly, I can’t breathe. I can’t even remember how to kiss. It’s like my lips stop working. That’s how mesmerizing his touch is.
Despite his jeans, it’s clear he wants me, and there’s a little bit of giddiness in me as I realize that I’m going to touch all of him.
As our kiss deepens, I feel his hands move to the hem of my dress, lifting it slightly. My breath comes in short gasps as Jay breaks away from my mouth and lifts my dress over my head.
I lean back slightly, just enough to give him a good view of the panties I picked out for tonight. Even though I had no idea it would be Jay seeing them, I’m glad it is. Jay's eyes widen, and he lets out a low whistle as he takes in the sight of me in my lacy, red lingerie.
"Wow," he breathes, his eyes raking over my body. "You look incredible."
I smile, feeling a surge of confidence. "I thought you might like it."
"Like it? I love it.” He steps forward again, his hands finding my waist and pulling me to the edge of the table. "But I think I'd like it even better if it wasn't in the way."
I laugh softly, wanting Jay to rip them off, to touch me like he has no control, then shove himself inside me so hard that I scream. "Then why don't you do something about it?"
Jay's eyes darken with lust as he accepts my challenge. His hands move to my breasts again, gently kneading them as his lips find mine, kissing me like I’m his last breath of oxygen on earth.
The kiss is hungrier this time, filled with a need that I mirror perfectly. I let my hands roam his body, but I’m not satisfied yet. I want to see Jay naked. I have been patient enough, and I’m not willing to wait any longer.
I reach for his belt again, and this time, Jay helps me undo it and unbutton his pants. I pull away from his lips and watch as I push his jeans to the ground. He steps out of them, and my eyes are glued to the erection under his black boxers. I never imagined he was… so big.
After a moment of breathless admiration, I reach for his underwear, and Jay helps me take them off, dropping them next to his jeans.
My mouth feels dry as I reach for his cock, wrapping my hands around it. I feel a sudden urge to bring him to my mouth, to taste him, lick him up and down like an ice cream cone.
Jay allows me to touch him as I want, his hands moving up and down my thighs with gentle squeezes as I slowly move my hand down the length of his dick, staring at the drop of liquid that has formed at the head.
I gently touch it with my thumb before bringing it to my mouth and tasting it. Now, it’s Jay who’s groaning.
When I look up at him to see how he’s reacting, he runs his tongue across his lips and raises an eyebrow as though challenging me.
I accept whatever challenge he is offering because I want him to feel just as admired and fulfilled as I do. I slowly run my hand up and down his shaft, my other hand going to his balls. The skin around them is taut, and I can feel my own wetness soaking my panties.
I take one of Jay’s empty hands and place it on the crotch of my underwear.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs.
“How could I not be?” I nod toward his erection.
Jay laughs a little. It’s not an awkward or uncomfortable laugh. It’s a laugh that says we can completely be ourselves with each other. “Now you understand my predicament.” He nods to himself where another bead of liquid is quickly forming at the head of his cock.
