He decided that we should have dinner first before we end the night at his. He drove with his hand still high on my thigh. He smirked, knowing that I was definitely feeling his small touches.
"Lori, you're good?" He was teasing me. We just arrived at the garage parking lot of the restaurant building. His window was tinted, and it was getting dark outside.
"Good. I'm good James." But I was breathing heavily when he unnecessarily helped me unbuckle my seat belt.
His hand was caressing across my breast to my hips, while his lips were dangerously close to my ear. He asked again, with his deep husky voice. "Are you sure baby? You seemed a bit flustered?" I couldn't take it anymore, I finally moaned his name.
"No, James. I'm not good. I...I want you. Can we just go to your place?" I whined a
