...I was feeling so hot for him today, so hot. I loved but hated the way he would snake his hand underneath my knickers in public. Sitting in our own little private booth in a busy posh restuarant. I loved how whenever I tried to push his hand away he rubbed his fingers faster over my clit. He knew exactly what buttons to press and exactly when to push them.
My fingers tapped away against my keyboard, my fingers doing the talking for me. This is what I loved so much about writing. It was as if I didn't have to think, as soon as my Mac opened and was loaded I could write for hours on end and this was exactly what I needed.
Niall, my beautiful, beautiful carefree husband wasn't due back until next week and our late night phonecalls only did so much. I needed him so much right now. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me, then his tongue, then his cock. The way it was always done, and the way I always moaned louder each time.
After taking a three month break for uninspirational reasons and trying to fight writers block for my second book I got an early start on 'Love or lust' earlier today. It was now 11pm and everything that was being typed was everything I fantasized about.
"Stop." I whispered to Taylor, my gaze weary around the Restuarant; but he didn't. My actions and sayings only spurring him on more. He thrusted 2 fingers without warning into me and I clutched my hands onto the seat I was sitting on. His fingers pumping in and out of me was a description like no other. I loved when he was daring like this. The feeling of getting caught at any moment was thrilling, exciting and it only made me want him more.
I could feel myself getting wet from my own words, my breathing heavy as I craved for Niall as much as the characters craved eachother in my book.
Taylor was doing this to his girlfriend in the book, but all I wanted and imagined was Niall copying his motions. Nialls whisper in my ear... Nialls fingers inside me.... My breathing turned rapid and I was nearly panting with sheer anticipation. I could not wait until next week.
His thumb now grazing my clit as his fingers worked inside me. I didn't care anymore. Barack Obama and the Queen could be having lunch here right now and I wouldn't care. All I wanted to do was scream Taylors name; but even I knew I couldn't. My breathing got louder and my head rolled back, my eyes shut as I felt my climax approached me. My two hands gripped onto Taylors working arm and hand. Tighter, tighter, closer, closer and just as I was about to reach the edge, the second I was ready to let myself go Taylors movements stopped.
Niall doing that to me... How fucking hot.
Maybe a dinner with the boys and some of our other friends, Niall finger fucking me under the table and everyone else around us oblivious to our actions.
Maybe I could get him off too at the same time. Unff.
"Taylooorrr." I half whined, half whimpered. But all Taylor did was smile and told me to continue with my lunch before mouthing 'later' to me.
"You're getting better." I jumped at the familar voice sounding only inches from where I was sat. I turned my head and grinned from ear-to-ear.
"Niall!" I squealed, running over to him and pushing him into a life crushing hug. "I missed you soo much. I thought you weren't back to next week?" I murmured, breathing him in.
"I wanted to see my beautiful wife. A couple of days off work won't hurt." Niall explained while breaking the hug and I immediately missed the innocent contact with him. "And also, Pauls wife just went into Labour so that did me a couple of favours too." Niall added grinning.
"What were you writing?" Niall asked changing the subject as we pulled away from our body crushing hug at the same time. His usual bright blue eyes darkening with each word and thats all it took for my mouth to go dry. The darkening of his eyes told me that he knew exactly what I was writing. He was standing behind me probably longer than I had known.
