28. Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Eight
Vincenzo
I lean around the table and pull Emilia’s chair over, so it’s next to me, rather than across from me, as our mains are delivered. The waitress’ brows pull down in confusion for a moment, but she helps me to move the rest of Emilia’s place setting, so it’s set up at her new position.
Emilia returns a few moments later, eyeing me suspiciously when she takes in the new seating arrangements. “What are you up to, Vincenzo?”
“Nothing at all.” I hold my hand out expectantly. Her gaze darts around the room, as she hands over my prize with a forceful shove, so my hand drops down onto my lap where no one can see.
I lift my half-closed fist to my face and inhale deeply. I don’t even try to hide her black lace panties from view. No small amount of satisfaction hits as her musky scent fills my nose, and her eyes widening bigger than saucers. “Vincenzo!”
“Sit. Eat. Your food will get cold.” I bend down to push her chair out from the table by its leg, and nod at the seat.
Emilia watches me cautiously as she rounds the back of the chair to sit, seeing as how I still have hold of the leg closest to me, and I pull it in and closer to me as she lowers herself down.
I let my hand graze back up the outside of her leg, pushing her skirt up her thigh slowly as I go to expose her creamy skin to view.
“Vincenzo...” She says my name in warning when I get about mid-thigh; but I don't stop until she grabs my hand.
I ignore her completely as she tries to push both my hand and her skirt down modestly.
Instead, I bat her hand away gently but grip the luscious flesh of her thigh in my hand and squeeze possessively.
“I won’t go any higher, so long as you eat.”
A breathy sigh escapes her, and she puts her hand over mine.
“I’m not sure I could right now, Vincenzo.
The food looks amazing, but I am a little distracted.
” She squeezes my hand to make her point, but it only encourages me.
I release my grip on her, and rub slow, gentle circles on her exposed skin.
Each pass creeps slightly higher up the inside of her thigh.
I swear I can feel the heat from her pussy as I get closer.
Emilia clamps her thighs together tightly, then grabs her fork in a rush and all but shovels a very large bite into her mouth. She chews quickly and swallows with a gulp.
“I’m eating,” she says in a rush.
I can feel the smirk lift my lips. “I can see that. How’s the noodles?”
“No idea. I ate it too quickly.” Her eyes narrow pointedly at me.
I can’t help the huff of a laugh that escapes me.
“You better start as well.” She nods at my still untouched meal. “You wouldn’t want me to retaliate.”
“Good luck to you on that one, little Picasso.” I lean in and laugh. “I am so fucking hard for you that you wouldn’t be able to get it out of my pants discreetly.”
The challenging glint in her eye gives me pause for a moment, and I wonder if she might actually give it a try. I can feel pre-cum weep from my rock-hard tip at the thought.
“If you aren’t going to eat that bowl of beautifully cooked noodles like a good boy, ” she says mockingly, “you won't get any dessert.”
I’m so distracted by her taunt that I don’t notice how quickly the tables have turned until she grips my wrist with one hand and scoots her chair in with the other.
The quick movement pushes the tip of my middle finger into her wet folds.
Her hand pushes my wrist, and my finger slides in a little further.
I watch her in rapt as she picks up her fork and spears some food, before slowly lifting it to her lips. Her mouth wraps around the fork as she pushes my wrist again, urging me deeper. A soft but distinct moan comes from her, as she chews the food, her eyes closed in pleasure.
Fuck .
She lets up on the pressure on my wrist, and I withdraw my finger a little so I can adjust my hand. The new angle allows me to slide a second finger through her slit and rub up towards her clit.
She opens her eyes and repeats the motion and pushes against my wrist, then turns the full force of her heated gaze to me, as it causes both fingers to enter her at the same time as her fork enters her lush mouth.
A slightly louder moan comes from her this time.
The base of my spine tingles and I can feel my balls tighten.
I’m going to blow my load in my pants like a fucking teenager if she keeps this up.
“Emilia,” I growl. “We need to leave. Now.”
“But I am really enjoying my noodles.” The minx has the cheek to pout at me, all the while still pushing on my wrist, urging me to continue to finger fuck her under the table.
I remove my hand and bring my now glistening fingers up to my mouth, where I suck each one in turn, slowly. Her passion-hooded eyes watch me, and her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, like she can taste herself.
“I’m sure the noodles are great, but I would rather go have dessert.”
She nods, her eyes still on my mouth.
I stand and grab out my wallet, throwing a couple hundred dollar bills on the table, not bothering to ask for the check.
I pull Emilia up from her seat and guide her quickly towards the entrance.
The waitress up ahead looks back at our barely touched bowls when she notices our hurried exit.
“Was there something wrong with your meals, Mr Rossi?”
“No. We just have elsewhere to be. I left a tip on the table for you.”
I don’t hear her reply, as Emilia and I both barely break stride past her in our rush.
I hit the unlock and remote start buttons as soon as we are out the doors, my sleek black Porsche sits right out front.
I open the passenger door for Emilia, and jog around to the driver side as she folds herself into the seat.
Our doors close as our mouths clash, both reaching for each other over the centre console.
“I am going to devour that pussy for hours,” I say between kisses.
I pull away to put my seatbelt on, shoving the car into gear, and heading for my penthouse with a little more speed than I intend making the wheels spin briefly, before they grip the road.
“No. I mean, yes. But not right now.”
“No?” Confusion clear in my voice as I slow to the speed limit, it won’t help to get pulled over right now.
“I told you I have admin, and I have to finish tonight. If I go back to your place, or you come up to mine, I will not be getting any work done and we both know it.”
I sigh heavily and I grip the steering wheel hard.