2.05 - Position on fingering

Andrian's hand dipped along his thigh, her palm pressed against his burning skin. The thin material of his pants began to tighten beneath her grip. Leaning her chin against her hand, she stared at him smiling. His hand cupped her elbow, staring right into her eyes. "Andrian," he said, in a playful scold. She shrugged, continuing to smile, as her fingers inched their way up his leg. "Andy, don't start something you can't finish."

"How do you know I can't finish it?" She asked, jutting her bare shoulder up. He exhaled, his hot breath fanning along her. Squirming, Andrian pulled herself closer. Her knee was pressed against his leg, which he pushed against hers.

His hand reached out, without any warning, and pushed her dress strap down. Jaw dropping, Andrian laughed again. Giuseppe pressed his mouth to her collarbone, which she had noticed him eyeing. Her head rolled back as his hot tongue swiped along her neck. Giggling, she shuddered under his touch.

Her hand finally met his centre, cupping his cock through his pants. His teeth pinched at her skin, groaning as he grinded against her hand. Andrian felt her warm excitement collect between her legs. She craved his touch again. Wanting to beg to be shown how amazing sex was. She needed a reminder that her legs were worth spreading.

"When was the last time you got off?" He asked, the hand on her elbow leaving. She felt his hand snake towards her legs. Repeating the same, painfully slow foreplay, his hand edged up her inner thigh. "Andy, was it the last time we did it?" His breath shook against her skin, a harsh grind into her hand. Her head nodded, looking down at the table cloth in embarrassment. She hadn't even touched herself. She just laid awake, staring at the ceiling as her lower regions burned. "Fuck, you're a little virgin."

"You know I'm not a virgin," she said, her laugh coming out shakey as his fingers edged towards her underwear.

"I know, Andy. But darling, you need to keep yourself in check," he taunted, a single finger trailing down her underwear. Andrian tried to bite down a moan, but it only seemed to drive Giuseppe crazy. Glad that they had sat on the side of the table where no one could see what their hands were doing under the table, Andrian squeezed her hand.

She could have sworn Giuseppe jumped a whole foot in the air. "Sorry," she feigned innocence.

"Andrian, you are a little shit," he laughed, cheeks dusted pink. His hand retreated from between her legs, taking away a pleasureable heat. Andrian crossed her legs over instantly.

"What can I get you tonight, sir, ma'am," a waiter appeared, his notebook expensive and held to his chest. Andrian's head snapped up to smile shyly.

"Oh," she said, blinking.

She felt Giuseppe's hands pull her legs apart under the table. He continued to smile up at the waiter. Andrian stared at him with wide eyes, her mouth falling agape as he didn't falter. Her fists clenched as he slid his hand passed her underwear.

"Giuseppe," she whispered, scolding him. Her face had gone dark red, but the waiter continued to smile at them, a flicker in his eyes. He must have been used to this.

"Would you like to order for us, Andy?" Giuseppe said, smiling as his fingers roughly trailed over her clit. "I'd love to see what you think I want."

"O... Okay," she stuttered, trying to control herself as her lower half clenched. Giuseppe must have felt the movement, and he slid one of his slender fingers into her. Andrian took a moment to compose herself, her legs shaking as they spread wide open. "U... Uh... I... I will have..." her hand slammed against the table for a moment, as Giuseppe curled his finger. "Have... Have..." she looked over to Giuseppe, who smiled encouraging over at her. "That," she exclaimed, pointing to a random thing on the menu. They all looked down at the steak and chips she had pointed at that. For a moment she didn't worry about Giuseppe's fingers. "That actually sounds very good," she said, eyebrows raising.

"Andy, focus," Giuseppe scoffed.

"You want that too?" She asked, turning her gaze towars him, which she had tried to avoid. He was watching her with a trained gaze, twinkling as the pad of his thumb teasingly pinched her clit. Groaning, Andrian tried very hard to play him off. She watched that smile, as he pushed another finger into her. Andrian huffed, her grip on the base of her chair so tight the wood creaked.

"I'll have the same," he said, turning to flash a smile at the waiter. The waiter nodded, taking their menus off the table.

"Enjoy yourself ma'am," he taunted, turning and leaving them. Once he walked away, Andrian turned to Giuseppe.

"What do you think you're doing?" She panted, hips bucking. Giuseppe only laughed, pressing his hand against her harder.

Andrian cupped his head beneath her hand, pulling his face close to her. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him hungrily.  Adjusting to face him, Andrian positioned her open legs ontop of his. Repositiong his arm to drag his fingers in and out of her. Bucking her hips again, she managed to slid her lacy underwear further down her legs.

Giuseppe's lips were parted wide open, pulling her tongue into his mouth. He tasted like mint leaves, which was a surprising flavor she didn't expect to find in his mouth. Still, their silk soft tongues continued to glide along one another. She allowed her moans to sound out, as their audience was no longer nearby.

Pleasured by the sound, Giuseppe continued to work his hand inside her. Andrian felt herself close to release, especially as he slid another finger into her. Pumping three of his long fingers in and out, she could feel herself start to come undone.

Grunting, she pulled their lips apart, groaning out his name in warning. "I've got you," he whispered, pressing his lips gently onto her cheek. They stayed in that embrace as she felt that knot start to tingle along her. Grinding into his hand, she bit her lip, her hands digging into his flesh.

Shattering glass sent the two jumping apart. Andrians heart beat in her chest thumped so quickly, she thought she had just run the entire length of the restaurant. A waiter cleaned up a stack of plates that had fallen to the ground at the entrance to their private area. Giuseppe nursed his hand, white goo coating his fingers. Andrian's face burned in embarrassment, passing him a napkin.

Staring into her eyes, he slid his fingers into his mouth. Cleaning them like she was a five star meal. Andrian watched him with dark eyes, legs shaking as her knot began to fade.

"How are you doing?" He asked, smirking as he took the napkin from her.

"Fine, as long as you don't make any sudden movements," she joked, breaths like pants that pushed her hair around her face. Giuseppe stared into her eyes, and dropped the napkin to the floor. The two stared at it, sitting on the ground beneath them.

"Whoops, I dropped something," he said, pushing his seat back and getting onto his knees. Andrian pressed her free hand to her mouth while Giuseppe pushed her legs apart again.