We go back to my house before dinner. I made us reservations for six-thirty. I’m sure Camila will be starving by the time we get there. At the house I show her to a guest bathroom she can use to get cleaned up and change. She’s crazy horny and as much as it kills me, I actually turn her down otherwise we won’t make it to dinner.
When I get downstairs I’m wearing a black shirt. I go with leaving the top three buttons undone. I find Camila in the kitchen eating a bagel. She looks beautiful. Absolutely stunning.
“Sorry,” she says with her mouth full. “Sally got hungry.”
“No, it’s fine. I should’ve made sure you ate earlier. Sorry about that,” I smile. “You look… perfect.” She’s in a long, slinky black dress with her hair falling down around her shoulders.
“It’s okay,” she says and picks up the skirt of her dress some to show me the shoes she’s wearing. Minx.
“Mmm, I’ll be fucking you with nothing but those shoes on later,” I purr and move around the island. I rest my hand on the small of her back, rubbing my fingertips over her exposed skin.
“I’m counting on it,” she says and rubs her ass against me. “I wanted to wear this dress one more time before I’m too big for anything but yoga pants and my dad’s old shirts.”
“It’s sexy as hell, but then so is your ass in yoga pants,” I chuckle. She’s pretty much gorgeous in anything. She should know she’s never had a problem getting me hard.
“Hopefully I don’t end up with anything orbiting around it,” she snickers.
I give her a light smack on her ass and say, “It’s going to make me hard no matter what.”
Camila smiles at me and pops the last bite of her bagel in her mouth. “Okay, we’ve fed Sally. Now it’s Mama’s turn,” she smirks.
“We’ll never make it to dinner if you need to swallow–” I’m cut off when Camila smacks my arm. “I’m teasing. Come on.”
She shakes her head at me and turns to head for the door. “I can feel your eyes on my ass, Jauregui.”
“Yep, and you’ll be feeling my hands on it later, Cabello,” I chuckle as I follow her to the door.
“That better not be all I feel there later,” she winks over her shoulder as she steps outside.
I walk out behind her and lock the door. We make our way to my Audi and I open her door for her. The drive to the restaurant is a short one. I wanted to stay close to home and I’ve been to it for business meetings. When I get on the road I look over at her. The sun is still up and the light shining on her face makes her look like an angel.
“So where are we going for dinner?” Camila asks me.
“Vincinzo’s. Have you been?”
“I have,” she smiles. “I swear the chicken masala makes me have a tiny orgasm.”
“Uh huh. I’ve never had anything bad there.”
“Have you had the fried arancini?” Camila moans and licks her lips.
“Yeah, and if it gives you that reaction we may not make it through dinner. I may need to take you home and spend some time with my dick buried in your ass,” I say. Jesus. this woman’s libido is rubbing off on me. “Holy shit, I have sympathy horniness.”
“Mmm… keep talking like that and we won’t even make it to the restaurant.”
“So I shouldn’t tell you that I want to bend you over the couch, grab your tits and drive into you over and over?” I ask innocently. It didn’t take long to figure out her nipples are her hot buttons.
Camila rubs her thighs together and says, “Don’t say it if you don’t intend to do it in the next thirty seconds.”
I look over at her and say, “I can pull over up here and bend you over the trunk… I just need to tug on your nipples and I can have you cumming so fucking hard, so fucking fast.”
Camila bites her lip and says, “You’re an enabler.”
“Mmm, imagine how good it would feel to have my long, thick cock stretching you open… You’re making me hard, baby,” I purr and reach over to rest my hand on her thigh.
“It’s a good thing you can’t feel what’s going on in my panties right now,” she says as her hand moves slowly up and down the inside of my leg.
“I’m pretty sure I’d turn the car around and go home. I promised you a date that doesn’t involve hours of fucking though.” I bet she’s dripping. Fuck.
“Yes you did,” she sighs and removes her hand from my leg.
“We did have several hours in the air already… Vincinzo’s has a to go menu…”
“You fucked me in the air,” she reminds me.
“Dammit, I told you, sympathy horny,” I chuckle. I’ve always been able to control myself. Camila gives me a look and I’m ready to pounce.
“Uh huh,” she smirks at me.
“We’re almost at the restaurant anyway,” I sigh.
“You’ll just have to suffer through dinner.”
“As will you,” I remind her and lift my hand to slide it into the top of her dress. She’s not wearing a bra so it’s easy to pinch her nipple.
Camila groans and her thighs rub together again.
“You’ll pay for that later,” she warns.
“Or I’ll keep good on my promise to pound your ass,” I shrug and brush her other nipple before pulling my hand out of her dress.
She growls at me but that’s all the response I get out of her. We pull into the restaurant a couple minutes later and I park in front of the valet. I get out and hand the guy my keys as the other guy opens Camila’s door for her. When we start walking up I take her hand.
“I have a reservation for two for Jauregui,” I tell the hostess when we’re greeted.
She checks her list and smiles before she grabs two menus. “Follow me, please,” she says and leads us through the dining room to a booth with high sides.
“Thank you,” I smile and allow Camila to scoot into the booth before I slide in next to her. “What are you drinking tonight?” I ask Camila.
“Just water,” she says.
I nod and when our waiter comes by a moment later I order two waters. I’m not a big drinker anyway.
Camila opens her menu and starts to read through it. It’s a relatively small menu but what’s on it is absolutely fantastic.
“How are you feeling?” She hasn’t complained about morning sickness at all, but I still like to ask.
“I’m good,” she says with a smile.
“Good. I just like to check every now and then,” I smile back and reach over to rest my hand on her thigh as I look through my own menu.
“Do you want to get an appetizer?” she asks me casually.
“We can. I eat like a horse,” I chuckle. “You can choose.”
“Hmmm… lots of yummy choices here,” she says.
“Get one of each. We can always take home what we don’t eat. Make it like your own sampler platter,” I say. I’m probably going to end up with the eggplant parmesan.
“How about I pick one and you pick one?” she suggests.
“That works.” I go back to the appetizers and start to look. It’s all good. I’ve tried everything at least once.
“I’m going with the arancini,” she informs me.
Of course she is. She’s trying to kill me.
“I’ll go with the meatballs, or Polpette alla Napoletana,” I smile.
“Sounds like a tasty combination,” Camila says and closes her menu.
“Mmhmm, did you decide on an entree?”
“I did,” she nods. “It was a tough choice between the ravioli and the masala but I’m going with the masala with the parmesan risotto and sautéed broccoli.”
“Mmm, sounds delicious. I’m going to have the eggplant parmesan. It’s the only one I’ve ever found I like,” I say.
“It’s really good,” she agrees as our waiter comes back.
We place our dinner and appetizer order. When he walks away I look over at Camila and ask, “Have you decided if you’re staying the night or not?”
“Not yet,” she says, “but I came prepared just in case.”
I smile and lean over to purr in Spanish, “Por favor quédate. Déjame amarte..”
Take that.
She smiles and asks, “What did you just say!”
“Mmm, just some dirty things to try to get you to stay,” I smile back.
Her small, warm hand lands in my lap and she leans closer to me to whisper, “That was damn sexy, miss.”
“I have to bring my A game with you,” I tell her, again in my native tongue. All I have to do is say it in my sex voice and I could be reciting the dictionary and no one would know.
Camila whispers and moves her hand up my thigh to rub my cock over my pants. “Keep talking,” she whispers.
“Would you like me to tell you the lady in the purple dress keeps checking me out?” I whisper back.
“Is she really? She has a great choice,” she giggles.
“I know,” I wink. “You look beautiful though.”
“Estás preciosa” I repeat, allowing my eyes to search her gorgeous face.
“Gracias.” Camila kisses my cheek.
“You’re welcome. I also tried to convince you to stay the night,” I wink.
“I know” She gives my dick a little squeeze.
“Mmm” I lean over and brush my lips over hers. “I promise you infinite amounts of pleasure if you do,” I whisper in Spanish against her lips.
“Mmm… the way you twitched just now after saying it.”
“It could just be your hand on my cock,” I counter.
“True.” She nibbles on my bottom lip and then sucks it lightly. I cup the back of her head, sliding my tongue between her lips and just as I’m ready to lay her back on the bench the waiter clears her throat. He’s here with our appetizers. Yum.
“Thank you,” I say as he sets them down. When he walks away I tell Camila, “this smells and looks amazing.”
“Yes it does,” she agrees and reaches for the platter with the little arancini balls on it.
I use my fork to move a couple of the meatballs over to my plate. “Would you like one?” I ask while I reach for more.
“I would love one.”
I cut one in half and spear it on my fork before reaching over to feed it to her. Camila opens her mouth and her lips wrap around the tines. She moans as she chews.
I purr and take my own bite. Mmm, these are way too good.
Camila puts three of the rice balls on my plate since they’re a bit messy once they’re cut into.
“Thanks, baby,” I smile. I cut into one and take a bite. I make the same moaning sound Camila just did when it hits my tongue.
“Yummy, right?” She smiles and cuts into one of hers. She drags it through the rich tomato broth and when she takes a bite she lets out a moan that makes my dick twitch.
“You’re evil, Miss Cabello,” I groan. Her moans are one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.
“Am not.”
“Yes you are.” Now that I know the Spanish turns her on I’ll use it all the time.
“Trouble,” she shakes her head and takes another bite.
“Says the girl whose mere presence makes me hard,” I say, polishing off a meatball.
“That’s not my fault,” she says innocently.
“Just like it’s not my fault I forget to speak English sometimes. It is my second language after all,” I smirk.
“Must be your old age.”
“Mmm, with age comes experience,” I say.
“In forgetfulness?”
“In giving you orgasms,” I purr and lean over to give her a quick kiss.
“Trouble,” she repeats.
I chuckle and eat my appetizer.