Nadja took a deep breath and tried to relax and lean back. Sitting still was just a punishment. Her gaze wandered to Eric's hand that rested on her thigh and she cursed inwardly. "So what's going on?", he whispered to her. "Nothing.", she ground out through clenched teeth. A smirk appeared on Eric's lips. The other hand, which had disappeared into his trouser pocket, pressed a button on the small remote control that he had stowed there and Nadja jumped involuntarily.
She swallowed hard, trying not to pay too much attention to the vibrations of the toy, which was making it almost impossible for her to sit a moment longer. Standing up, however, would have been an equally stupid idea. Her legs would probably give out immediately under her and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of everyone in a restaurant.
Eric put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his side. "How are you feeling baby?" he asked while the only thing she could think of was how to slip into the bathroom unobtrusively. She knew Eric wouldn't just let her go like that, he was enjoying his power over her far too much for that. When she didn't answer, the vibrations intensified again. She bit her lower lip and shifted nervously. She was almost afraid that every cellar walking past her table would hear it. "Don't worry, you can't hear anything.", Eric whispered and while to any outsider it must have seemed like he was planting a gentle kiss on her temple. Was he able to read minds now?!
He slowly traced her auricle with these, moved to her cheek and finally to her jaw. At the same time, he put just enough pressure on her hip with his arm so that she could no longer move. Eric glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Her eyes were half-closed and there was a now fairly familiar blush on her cheeks. She seemed to have completely forgotten where they were and he wouldn't put his hand on the fire for holding out until they got home.
As much as the idea appealed to him, he preferred to savor the situation while he could. He kept an eye out for the waiter and was already playing with the remote control in his pocket. It was only when he saw the man with her food that he tapped Nadja, who seemed a little too busy with herself. "Look to the right, baby." Nadja followed his gaze with a somewhat dazed expression in her eyes and then looked up at her boyfriend. She was about to say something when he changed the toy's rhythm again with the remote control. Luckily she was quick enough to put a hand over her mouth before the waiter reached her table, but that didn't mean Eric was finished.
He took both plates from the man and put hers in front of Nadja's nose, who pressed her legs together under the table and breathed a little too quickly. However, Eric took all the time he needed. "Could we have some more wine then?" he then asked. Nadja rubbed her face in frustration, obviously trying to keep her composure. "Which one would you like?" the waiter asked back. Nadja felt her husband's eyes on her. "Do you have any wishes, darling?" She quickly shook her head. If she was honest with herself, she was afraid of what exactly would come out of her mouth if she really wanted to answer his question. The man, who was still waiting for an answer, looked at Nadja with knitted eyebrows. "Is your wife okay?" If he was referring to her flushed face, his question only made it worse. She felt Eric stroking her hair soothingly and distracting the waiter so that Nadja had time to collect something.
When the man disappeared again, Eric played with the remote control in his pocket again, causing the toy's vibrations to soften a bit. As relieved as Nadja was about it, she was at least as frustrated. Apart from the fact that her body wanted something completely different from what her head thought was reasonable, she almost made a complete fool of herself.
"What are you looking so dissatisfied with?" whispered to her Eric. There was a sly glint in his eyes and she punched his upper arm lightly. "Don't do that again." Nadja turned to the food on her plate to take her mind off the heat between her legs. She began to stir her pasta back and forth with the fork before Eric leaned in towards her again. "Anything else?" He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look into his eyes and held her gaze. "May I remind you that you agreed to the idea?", he continued as the toy inside her began to torment her again. "Eric.", she moaned softly.
Yes, she had approved of the idea and yes she was extremely turned on that there were enough other people sitting within earshot who would hear her if she gave in for just a second, but she couldn't deny that it drove her half insane and she would have preferred to leave the food to disappear with him.
Eric ran his thumb over her bottom lip and studied her face. He could see the lust in her eyes and her arousal in the blush of her cheeks. His fingers itched involuntarily to test how far he could push this game.
However, he was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when the waiter reappeared. This time with the bottle of wine in hand and a careful clearing of his throat on his lips. "Thank you very much.", Eric smiled friendly while he moved the toy up a notch with his other hand and saw Nadja digging her fingernails into the seat cushion. Her jaw was tight and her legs were still clenched. But she probably wouldn't be able to stand it much longer if he continued torturing her like that. "Excuse me... where can we find the toilets at your place? I think my wife is a bit sick." Nadja threw him a warning look from the side, which, however, lost its seriousness when she leaned forward with another keystroke from him.
The waiter, who looked a little worried, immediately showed them the way to the toilets and Eric used the moment to put his arm around Nadja's waist, which of course had the advantage that her whole little show acted a little more authentically.
On the way to the toilets, Nadja clawed her hand into his shirt as if it were a matter of life and death, which Eric accepted without a word.
Eric opened the door for her and ushered her into the spacious bathroom before following her. With a kick she landed in the lock and the two were alone. He had hardly turned to Nadja when she hugged him. He took a step backwards and was pinned against the door by her as she pressed against his body. He cupped her waist in his arms and ran his one hand up her back to her hair, in which it buried itself. Eric bit her bottom lip gently and began pulling her hair to make her head tilt back. "Are you in a hurry baby?" he whispered breathlessly against her neck as his lips brushed her neck.
"Eric…I'm tired of…any games." Nadja sounded at least as breathless as he and the way she looked at him, he couldn't possibly say no. "Go to the sink and pull up your dress." He let go of her hair and followed her with his gaze as she actually walked over to the rectangular and classy looking sink and bent over it before pulling up her dress giving him an unobstructed view of her bottom.
He walked towards her and hacked his fingers under the fabric of her underwear before stroking them down her midsection. With his free hand he pulled the remote control out of his pocket and pressed a button again. Nadja moaned, a sound that immediately echoed off the walls. She braced her hands on the cool tiles in a desperate attempt to regain her composure.
"You know Nadja, if you would like to have spectators, you can tell me that." Addressed quickly shook her head and looked through the mirror over the sink at Eric, who was about to open his pants.
She swallowed hard again as the muscles in her abdomen clenched and she moaned softly. She knew how close she was to orgasm and when Eric felt her legs almost buckle under her, he used the remote control to turn the toy off completely with the push of a button. Nadja cursed in frustration. He had been putting her off all evening. She just couldn't anymore.
Eric smirked at the dissatisfied expression he saw in the mirror and put his hands on her hips to pull her against his with a tug. When she felt his erection against her vagina, she almost felt like she was going completely insane. "Damn Eric... please let me come I don't...don't care how.", she gasped out breathlessly before feeling Eric push her underwear aside and carefully pull the toy out of her and toss it carelessly into the other sink. Eric looks at her expectantly and then finally penetrated her.
She arched her back and bit her lower lip to keep quiet. Eric gasped breathlessly before beginning to move inside her with a firm and commanding rhythm. Nadja clutched the sink like her life depended on it while she felt Eric's breath on the back of her neck as he entered her again and again.
"You wanted me so bad what?" Eric asked as he pulled her tighter against him, penetrating her even deeper. "So ready and all just for me.", fuhr er fort. Nadja heard his words, but could hardly find the strength to answer him through her lust veil. Instead, another moan escaped her. Suddenly she felt Eric's hand on her neck, which pushed her head up so that she almost stood up straight and was forced to look in the mirror. "You look so sexy babe." Eric gasped in her ear as he held her tight and his thrusts became more and more erratic.
Nadja looked at her reflection and Erics behind her. The whole situation was incredibly hot. She felt her orgasm build up inside her again as Eric applied light pressure to her throat. "Come on... come for me Nadja.", he moaned against her neck. That combined with his firm and deep thrusts made sure she finally came to an end. At that moment she didn't really care who heard her and who thought what, because she finally got what she had wanted all evening.
The waves of her orgasm were still washing over her when Eric came too. He whispered compliments softly against her overheated skin, which she silently acknowledged, still struggling to catch her breath.
Eventually Eric pulled out of her and put an arm around her waist. "It's all ok?" Nadja nodded silently and pulled him down to give him a soft kiss, which Eric immediately returned. "Do you think they heard us?", she asked at some point as she straightened her dress again. "Allegedly." Nadja blushed, which he acknowledged with a smile. "Shall I ask if you pack us up and we eat at home?" "Good idea," she said softly.