High Praise
There’s a cellist playing heart-wrenching songs. Everyone around me is engrossed and unbothered. A constant cacophony dominates the air, chattering diners, the kitchen doors swinging open and close, the clinks of cutlery and wine glasses and the faint notes of Celine Dion. But I’m completely out of it. My mind is racing. All thoughts on the C-shaped vibrator currently inserted inside me. The one controlled by an app on Steven’s phone.
How will the very first zap of vibration feel?
How do I train my facial muscles to hide the pleasure?
Will the vibration be audible enough for someone to catch?
Or will I moan and make it known?
In front of me, Steven is an edifice of nonchalance in a black button-down and grey trousers, quietly sipping Chenin Blanc with an unmistakable smile playing on his lips.
I pick my own glass up and take a sip.
“How do you feel, my darling?” he inquires, his eyes tracing down to the lightly concealed hickey on my collarbone, drinking me in.
His gaze warms me and I unclench my shoulders. The wine is kicking in. I spread my legs and shift in my seat, ensuring my clit is still in direct contact with one end of the device nesting comfortably in my panties. “I am fine, darling. Thanks for making this trip.”
And then it happens.
The first zap. An electrifying vibration sends my nerve endings into a spiral as my clit takes a direct hit. I bite my lip to keep the moan from spilling, my fingers involuntarily clutching Steven’s hand as I double over.
“Spaghetti aglio e olio and the caramelized lamb burger. Can I refill your wine, sir?” the server inquires, setting our food down. I try sucking in air just as another wave assaults me. Steven sets an intensive rhythm, each vibration stronger and more aggressive than the last. I clutch the edge of the table.
”Thank you,” Steven replies smoothly, smiling at the server who leaves us to “enjoy” our meal.
The melody of the vibration is a constant buzz in my ear. Steven is still clutching my hand as my nails dig into his palm, turning the skin white. I cannot fathom the pleasure that is building up inside me. Taut, stretching me like a string on a bow, tighter, and tighter, with each passing second.
Steven’s legs brush mine under the table. Suddenly, he plants his knee between my thighs and forces them open in a swift, inconspicuous motion. My labia slides out of the way, making the double assault on my clit and G-spot devastatingly intense. I let my head fall back. I realize my clit is swollen. I can feel my pussy clench around the device. I can feel my panties getting drenched.
“L-love, I—” I manage to croak.
“Mhm? Do you like what I’m doing to you right now?”
I nod.
“Are you being a glorious mess for me, darling?” He clutches my hand tighter. “Do you want to cum for me, love?”
Oh I would love to. I can’t take this, I need to cum. I feel myself edging closer to my peak, the string about to snap.
“Look at you, being a good girl, dripping all over for me in your pretty tight dress. You’re mine.”
My eyes shoot open. Good girl? This is new.
Never in my twenty-five years have I ever been called a “good girl.” Was this absurd or just the right key? Was this a kink so frequently mentioned in erotica that it seemed banal—until right now?
In the past, I used to think of myself as the “dominant one”—a woman who fiercely knew her mind and the algorithm to attain her pleasure. I certainly never held back from being vocal about it. I had been in the driver’s seat in all my relationships, in fact, it was me who made the first move when it came to us, too. To think that I could abdicate, letting someone else pull the strings and in doing so, find such pleasure, had never occurred to me before.
I sit up straighter. The atmosphere shifts.
His eyes are on me, his thumb hovering over his phone screen. His face clouded in concern. The vibrations come to an abrupt stop. My head is still buzzing.
”Are you okay, love? I’m sorry if I have offended you,” he whispers carefully.
“Come on, let’s go,” I say, standing up and making my way towards the restrooms. I can hear Steven’s footsteps shuffling behind me.
I stop in front of the family restroom and stealthily make my way inside. Steven follows, turning the latch. “Darling, are you sure you’re okay?”
I respond by crashing my lips onto his, threading my fingers through his hair.
He falls back but steadies himself swiftly and snakes his arms around my waist as our tongues dance in a dizzy fervor.
I reach down, palming his semi-hard erection through his trousers, and earn a deep groan.
I go down on my knees, unzipping him and shimmying his underwear off. I start stroking his length. He shuts his eyes, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
I rub his tip in circles, smiling as the sticky pre-cum clings onto the pad of my thumb and I hold his gaze before sticking my slick fingers into my mouth and sucking them dry.
”Oh god, you... I want you,” he whispers.
I swirl my tongue on his tip, now red and deliciously swollen, taking him into my mouth and sucking hard. His knees buckle and his grip tightens on my hair. I run my lips down his length, touching his tip to the back of my throat.
He reaches down to pull me up by my elbows.
“I love you.” He breathes out, pulling my scarf from my neck, letting it fall to the floor, landing his lips onto the base of my throat, nibbling my skin, soothing over it with his tongue.
His left hand pulls my corset down until my breasts bounce out. He runs his thumb over my hard nipple and I groan at the electricity of finally being touched. He pinches it and then lowers his mouth onto it, tracing circles around my areola with his tongue. I reflexively arch into him. He rewards me by bringing his lips upon my nipple, sucking hard. I instinctively pull him into my chest.
“Oh yes, you like that, darling?” he hisses, turning me around to face the restroom mirror. I grab the edge of the marble counter.
His eyes search mine in a silent ask, “May I?” I nod.
In a swift motion, he removes my skirt and panties, letting them fall to the floor. He removes the drenched vibrator and places it next to the sink.
“So fucking pretty,” he mutters, spanking my ass. The echo bounces off the walls, I moan in giddy anticipation.
He fishes out a condom from his pocket, positioning his tip at my dripping entrance. Our eyes lock in the mirror. He’s gonna make me watch. He squishes my right breast, teasing my pussy with his tip, slowly edging in but not going all the way.
“If you want me to fuck you right now, you will have to use your words, darling,” he smirks.
“Fuck me, fuck me please. I need you inside me. Right now.” I manage.
“And how do you want me to fuck you my love?” He asks calmly.
“I want you to be rough with me and I want you to tell me exactly how I’m making you feel,” I answer.
He smiles and thrusts into me. I don’t even try to conceal the moan.
He stretches me out magnificently, thrusting at a maddening pace. Each thrust strokes against my G-spot, making me double over but he holds us steady. He kneads my breast, pulling and pinching my nipple as his mouth attacks my neck. I feel a familiar knot forming in my stomach, and I feel like I can touch it.
“You feel so tight, darling. So hot and wet, for me. All for me. Good girl.”
I automatically clench harder around his dick. He moans and bites my shoulder. I clutch his hand around my breast and squeeze. “I love you,” I utter.
He pulls out and turns me around. We both are panting.
He puts the lid down on the toilet, sits on top of it, and continues stroking himself, his dick rock hard, an invitation between us. “I want you to cum for me tonight, baby. Ride me at your own pace. Understood?”
I walk up to him and kiss him gingerly. He loops his arms around my waist for support, I plant my feet on the floor, hovering over his hard dick.
I lower myself down.
An unknown gust of pleasure bowls me over. This is unlike anything I have felt before. Riding him, at this angle, his dick goes deeper, rubbing against my G-spot exactly where I need it. Our skin melts together, salt and pleasure, a delightful echo of sounds. I feel the knot getting closer and closer.
“You feel so fucking good, darling. Yes I need you to let go, cum for me, baby.” He pulls my nipple between his teeth.
He holds me steady and thrusts from below, one hand on my hip, steadying me, syncopating with my descent, pulling me deep into wave after wave of intense pleasure and then pushing me farther towards my edge. I cry out as an orgasm rips me apart. He keeps riding my high, pressing his head into the crook of my neck, letting out a guttural moan as he releases inside me.
We both stare at each other, catching our breath, bodies slick with sweat, numb from the bout of an earth shattering release.
He presses a quick kiss on my lips. “Told you the possibilities are endless, babygirl.”
”Let’s get the food to go, shall we?” I wink.
WRITING PROMPT: Have you ever had sex in public? Write about it—include the sights, sounds and smells and how you ended up there. If you haven’t had sex in public, would you? Where would you want to do it? What’s alluring about it? What’s not?