wining and dining

Title: wining and dining

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: they are not mine

Summary: heh working with a hot guy can do this to some people.. it's called sexual tension
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They sat at a table up the back, somewhat secluded to the rest of the resturant. She felt over crowded. She had no idea why she had agreed to come, why when he had offered to take her out for a dinner she had accepted. Why she hadn't focused on anything else but the way his lips moved, and how the shirt was always pulled taunt across his arms, the fingers clutching at files always caught her off gaurd. If possible this man had the most beautiful hands she had ever come across, long lengthy fingers, big but slender, yet musculine enough to elict dirty little fantasys as they danced over type writer keys.

Fingers that were now clutching at a fork, twisting it gently to capture the pasta before raising it to his lips. God watching this was like a free show. His lips being moistened by his tounge the finale. Eyes raising to meet hers.

"your not hungry?" he questioned eyes moving back from her untouched meal to her.

"Yeah.. i am.. just you know.." She couldn't belive it. Here she was blushing at just a simple question. She felt his eyes on her, felt the burn in her cheeks return at ten times the force.

"You don't have to lose weight you know" His hand moved to hers over the table, his face leaning in to hers.

"What" She stumbled over words.

"I'm just assuming that's why your not eating.. your just perfect the way you are" Eyes meeting, her breath caught in her throat. He thought she was perfect?

"what" She murmered impossibly quiet.

"You are perfect" He concluded.

Either he had said the magic word, or some switch had been pushed somewhere. Because right at this moment all she could think about was those delicous fingers, and those lips.

Eyes darted about restlessly, the resturant was not that crowded. She could pull it off. Surely she could. Her eyes remained transfixed on the table cloth, the white textured folds that hung beautifully around the tables edge cascading down towards the floor.

"Listen.. Manni" Eyes raised quickly, her head snapping about.. "Manni?" . Infront of her was a vacant chair. He had gone leaving her at this damn resturant alone, suddenly feeling pissed she uncrossed her legs in aggravation. How dare he!.

She was about to move when she felt finger tips against her ankles. Hot warm smooth finger tips, moving at a teasingly slow pace up over her ankles, slow caressing over her calfs, light lips pressing against her knee caps.

She could not belive what she was about to do. She could not belive that his hands would feel this good against her skin. She could not belive, that those hands were caressing her inner theighs.

What she could belive was that his hands were on her hips. Pulling her down so that she was slouching on the chair, her face flushed with anticipation.

She felt hands push her skirt up to her bony hips, felt fingers latch under straps of her undewear, felt them pulled down parted legs. Felt hot breath against her, felt his hands at her theighs, felt his tounge lap at her once, slow taunting, up, slow and taunting down.

On reflex hands fell to the table, A moan captured in a glass of ice water.

She felt him lap at her once more, slowly, a pace so taunting that she wanted to grab his head and push her against him. She felt teeth rub against her slightly, the friction just what she needed to get her started. She felt him pull away, leaving her suddenly exposed and completely embarrassed that she would be so willing to give into him.

He smiled to himself, Fingers edging towards her, sliding one digit inside of her, up to the knuckle. Heard the intake of breath above him. Slipping in another, curving them slightly feeling inside of her. Leaning once more he darted his tounge over her clit, moving his fingers slowly thrusting inside of her, his mouth closing in for the kill, sucking against her. Her hips raising to meet him. Felt her getting close to climax, he pulled away sharply. A loud thump above him of protest.

He crawled out on all fours with a knife in his hand.
"dropped this" he murmered placing it on the table and paying for the meal. Eyes exchanged the message of follow me. Cruz getting to her feet although legs wobbly managed to follow him.

Behind the closed door of the toilets, he pulled her against him, his lips falling to hers in a long awaited kiss.

"your such a fucking tease" she murmered pulling at the shirt tucked into his jeans. Running fingers along the waist band, dipping in nimbly caressing the V of his hips.

Fingers reached inside of his jeans pulling him free, the material falling loose around his ankles.

He pushed her against the door. Hitching her right leg up against his hip, the angle pefect as he entered her in one long quick thrust, his head coming to rest against her neck as he began to move slowly, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his back teeth biting into his shoulders as he moved, breasts rubbing against his stomach as she leaned in to him, fingers tugging at unsuspecting hairs, eyes connected as hips grinded together, the pace quickening as a low moan elicted from deep within his throat. His hands holding her in place as he thrust deep inside of her, his length filling and stretching, her hips joining in the pace, a quick roll every now and then adding to the penetration. Wood rough against her back. He moved at a pace that served both of them, eyes connecting with hers as he quivered the building of his climax evident, her hands falling to cup his face. She wanted to watch him, his eyes met hers, his body succumbing to the stimulation, eyes squinting slightly as he grunted her name in escalation. Thrusting twice more he watched her writh against the door moaning his name head coming to rest in the crook of his neck smelling her sweat and his sweat combined.

A knock on the bathroom door, interuppting their quiet moment. "you alright in there?"