The café was alive with the Sunday afternoon buzz—coffee brewing, plates clinking, and people chattering like they had nowhere else to be. Aeri and I were tucked into a corner booth, our little hideout from the crowd. Her plate had a half-eaten, and I was nursing a black coffee, the steam curling up between us.
"You look so cute while eating," I said, keeping my voice low, teasing. My fingers brushed her thigh under the table, where her skirt had hitched up just enough to tempt me. Her skin was warm, soft, and I couldn’t resist.
Aeri’s cheeks went pink, the spoon frozen in her mouth. She swallowed hard, glancing around like she was worried someone might notice us. "Ezra," she whispered, her voice all shy and muffled, "there are people around..."
I grinned, not caring one bit. "So? I’m with the woman I love. Let ’em stare." My hand slid higher, slipping between her thighs, brushing over her panties. The fabric was thin, and I could feel her warmth already.
She let out a soft gasp, her fingers tightening around the spoon. "You’re so mean," she muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but the way her breath caught gave her away.
She took another bite of pasta, acting all casual, but then her legs parted just a bit, giving me more room. It was like she was daring me to keep going while pretending she wasn’t.
I couldn’t help but smirk. She was trying so hard to play it cool, but I knew her too well.
My fingers moved, rubbing slow circles over her panties, feeling her tense under my touch.
"You’re doing a real good job acting is nothing," I whispered, leaning in so my lips were close to her ear. "But I can tell you’re feeling it."
Her legs twitched, a little jolt that made my pulse race. She bit her lip, and I slid her panties to the side, my fingers grazing her naked pussy, her folds already slick.
"Ezra..." she mumbled, her voice shaky, her eyes fluttering like she was fighting to keep them open.
I kept going, rubbing faster, circling her clit with all my fingers.
"This tastes good, right?" I teased, my voice dripping with sarcasm, knowing damn well I wasn’t talking about the pasta. She was getting wetter, her juices that leaked out of her pussy, coating my fingers, and it was driving me wild.
"Yeah..." Aeri breathed out, her hand grabbing my sleeve like she needed something to hold onto.
Her thighs squeezed around my hand, her body chasing the pleasure even as she tried to stay composed. Her face was flushed, her breaths coming quicker.
"Hey..." she said, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes locking onto mine. They were dark, desperate, and it hit me hard.
"Yeah?" I asked, keeping my voice soft, leaning closer.
"Take me somewhere more private," she whispered, her words urgent, her gaze pleading.
My heart pounded—she was all in, and so was I.
I couldn’t wait any longer. The way Aeri’s eyes begged me in the restaurant with people around was enough to set my blood on fire.
"Come with me," I said, pulling my hand from her thigh and grabbing her hand instead. Her fingers were soft, trembling slightly as I pulled her up from the booth. She stumbled a little, her cheeks still flushed, and I couldn’t help but smirk at how flustered she was.
"We’ll be back in a minute. Just hitting the washroom," I called out to the waitress, who was heading our way with a tray and a curious look.
Her name tag said "Mandy," and she had this knowing glint in her eye, her lips twitching like she was fighting a smile.
"Okay..." Mandy said, her cheeks turning a faint pink. Yeah, she definitely knew we weren’t just going to freshen up. I didn’t care. Let her think what she wanted.
Aeri’s hand squeezed mine as we weaved through the restaurant, dodging tables and chairs, the buzz of conversation fading behind us.
The hallway to the restrooms was narrow, dimly lit, with a faint smell of lemon cleaner. My heart was pounding, and I could feel Aeri’s pulse racing through her fingers. We reached the single-stall bathroom at the end of the hall, and I pushed the door open, pulling her inside.
I locked the door behind us, the sound sharp in the quiet space. Before she could say a word, I had her pressed against the door, her back against the cool steel.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were soft, eager, tasting faintly of pasta and something sweeter—her.
She melted into me, her body arching, and then her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I groaned into her mouth, feeling her heat through my pants.
"Ezra..." she murmured against my lips, her voice shaky but full of want. Her skirt had ridden up, barely covering anything now, and I could feel the warmth of her thighs against me.
I kept one hand on her wrists, holding her in place, while my other hand slid down, tracing the curve of her body.
I pushed up her black mini skirt, my fingers finding her panties again. She was soaked, the fabric clinging to her, and I couldn’t help but grin.
"Someone got crazily wet here," I teased, my voice low as I slip my hands inside her panties from up and rubbed her pussy, fast and deliberate, my fingers slipping over her slick folds.
"Ahh...you made me..." Aeri gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.
Her head tipped back against the door, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes from the pleasure. Her body arched toward me, chasing my touch, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.
"You’re killing me, Aeri," I whispered, pressing myself closer, feeling her tremble against me. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."
She let out a soft whimper, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Ezra... please," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, but it was enough to drive me wild.
I kissed her harder, my fingers moving faster, determined to give her exactly what she needed in this stolen moment.