summary: butch/femme, possessive butch (affectionate), restaurant bathroom sex.
You want to take me out to dinner, specially because you love watching me get all dolled up for you, you carefully watch me come out of the shower with my hair wet and I let you watch me get ready while you wait for me on the bed, first I do my makeup, then I do my hair and I ask for your help to pick my earrings, I love when you tell me exactly how to be the prettiest just for you, I feel you wrap your arms around my naked body as you examine the options and I almost forget about what we're doing until you pick a golden heart shaped pair that almost looks like the sun, you kiss my cheek and tell me to get dressed before we're late.
I pick a red figure hugging dress and black heels, I smile and watch your reaction as I come into view again, you look at me with lust and that's exactly what I wanted, you look so handsome and you can't take your eyes off of me, you're mine and I'm yours, but it seems like the kind of night that you'll take your time to remind me of it, just the look you give me makes me wet, I feel so wanted, though you have to concentrate on what we're supposed to be doing so you hold my hand and take me to the car, before driving us to the restaurant.
When we arrive everyone's eyes turn to us and I whisper to you that it's because we look so good together, but you have a possessive hand at the small of my back that makes my brain melt and I can do nothing but look at my handsome butch with heart eyes the entire time as you walk us to the table. We order and as we wait you notice a few people staring at me still, I feel your hand on my thigh, territorial, decided, you leave a kiss on my neck and I accidentally moan softly, immediately blushing as I realize it, god, you make me forget about everyone else. You grin observing me attentively and kiss my shoulder, looking up at me, I can't stop myself from kissing you hard, I want to show you I need you, I rest my head against your shoulder and notice again your hand gently moving on my thigh under the table, I decide to just move your hand between my legs and show you the wet spot you caused on my panties as I kiss your cheek, like a little angel, on my best behaviour.
Suddenly you adjust my dress again, get up and hold my hand, I look at you confused for a second, but that look in your eyes, I'd follow you anywhere you wanted, you take us to the bathroom and push me up against the wall and I chuckle, "I guess that was what broke you, huh, daddy?"
And you smile all sweet before you ask me to spread my legs for you and I do like your wish is my command, I'm dripping wet for you and as you touch me over my panties I just wrap my arms around you keeping you close like my life depends on it, moaning in your ear forgetting how loud I'm becoming slowly as you pull my panties to the side and push your fingers inside me, you shush me laughing quietly, "you don't want the whole restaurant to hear you, do you? Do you?" Your eyebrow raised and that cocky voice that makes it so hard to think, if I'm honest I want them to hear, I want everyone to know I'm yours, all yours, you're the only butch I want, but I'll be a good girl so I bite my wrist as you get me closer, I can feel your lips on my neck, my shoulders, my chest, marking me, claiming me, you're irresistible when you're so possessive.
When I'm right on the edge, you ask me "you're mine, right? My girl, my Femme, tell me, please" and I completely lose myself as I cum on your fingers and repeat over and over that I'm yours, only yours, like a prayer laced with lust, need and desperation.
I try to catch my breath resting against the wall as you pull your fingers out of me and bring them to your lips to lick them, I just bite my lip watching you, because it's hard to process how attractive you are. My butch, mine.
After we've adjusted ourselves again as much as we could, we walk back to the table, I'm blushing nonstop because of your obvious marks on me, my messy hair, my out of breath look, that proud look on your face and once again I can only look at you with heart eyes because I'm the luckiest femme and confident you is my favourite.
I sit at the table and try to focus on the rest of our dinner but I know our night is just beginning...
