“Your turn now,” he says, then pauses. “How about, sort of, in public?”
“Sort of? Like what?”
“Like I want to play with you under the table in a restaurant. I want to watch your face while I’m playing with your cunt and you’re trying to eat spaghetti.”
I burst out laughing. “What an image. Most women get perfume and roses.”
He laughs too. “I wouldn’t have believed it. Deep down, you’re a romantic, aren’t you?”
I blush, not speaking, looking away.
“Why so coy about it? You think there’s something wrong with that?”
“Romance never got me very far except taken advantage of and dumped. I still see it with my sister.”
His voice softens. “You won’t see it with me.” His hand drifts between my legs, down to my s*x. “I was planning on licking you to climax, but I want to watch you when you c
