Eyes Revealed Your Desire

Our day started with an unplanned trip to a nearby Japanese restaurant. It opened the week prior to Valentine’s Day.

We walked hand in hand into the restaurant. The hostess sat us in the outdoor patio area, nearest a wall adorned with flower planters. The sun shined brightly with rays that peeked through the slats of wood above our heads. We sat across from each other, our hands meeting in the middle of the table together. Your large hands lightly caressed my soft hands and randomly tickled the sides of my palms.

Our talks were light, nothing too heavy. We watched the few people that walked by as we shared our thoughts on their shoes, where they’ve been and what we thought their afternoon had in store for them.

A pretty but pale waitress with dark whisky hair came over and prepared to take our order. She boasted a smile revealing perfectly lined, white teeth past her slim, pink lips. She exchanged pleasantries, seemingly more interested in you. You pulled your hands from me and grabbed your menu.

I saw her eyes.

And yours.

I spoke up and placed my order. She mumbled it was a good choice as she scribbled on her little notepad.

She turned to face you.

You smiled and asked her opinion about the daily special. She sold it to you and recommended the optional sides. She flashed her bright whites again and asked her follow up questions. You ordered everything she suggested.

“Oh, I like your shoes,” she said, obviously flirting, while taking a long gaze at your lower body. “Is there anything else I can get for you while you’re waiting?”

“No, thank you,” you replied with a smile, still locked to her face, as if studying it.

Huh.

Was there something behind your eye? Excitement?

Or was it mine? Perhaps a tinge of jealousy?

I closed my menu abruptly. Lifted my sunglasses off my face and rested it on my crown. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, revealing the love marks you left on my neck a few hours earlier. That got the waitress’s attention. Her eyes widen just a bit as her gaze landed on my neck. She asked for the menus and walked back towards the kitchen to drop off our orders.

I looked back at you with a half smile, a raised eyebrow. I teasingly asked, “You like what you see there?”

You reached over and grabbed my hand, feeling a bit of a resistance but still kissed my palm. You pulled it close to you and allowed my hand to rest on your cheek and said, “Of course, baby. I like what I see.” A second later added, “I like what I see in front of me.”

You plucked a yellow daisy from the flower planter next to me and handed it to me. I smiled that beautiful smile you loved where my eyes also expressed happiness, disappearing briefly behind lush eyelashes, my plump lips were glossy from a new MAC lip product.

I softened for a minute until your eyes moved away from me again. Your body reaction had changed, no longer leaned against the table towards me. You sat up straight, shoulders back, your hands back on your side of the table, and your eyes... your eyes landed back on the waitress as she dropped off our glasses of water and walked away. Your eyes appeared to trace her body, focusing on the curves of her hips and down to her feet. You licked your lips.

My eyebrows furrowed.

“What the fuck was that? You want her or something? You just had me this morning and you’re looking at her as if you want her as your next meal?” With that, I got up and threw my cloth napkin back on the table.

I headed for the door. This side of me was new to you. It took a few seconds to realize I wasn’t joking. You shouted to the waitress we were leaving as you left enough money on the table to cover what we had ordered.

I was already out the door making my way through the parking lot, back to my car. Your long strides covered the distance quickly.

“Baby, what’s the matter with you?” As you pulled my hand and forced me to turn back and look at you.

“What’s the matter with me? That was hella disrespectful, openly drinking her in, and in front of my face. And you say you don’t flirt with others, well, what just happened shows you do.” I turned away and proceeded to open my car door.

You pulled me back and told me to stop. Your hands dug in my hair, just past my ears, curled behind my head. You looked me in the eyes, demanding attention and said, “Stop baby. You are who I want. Not her. Not any one else.” You kissed me on the forehead to try to smooth out my brows. “Look at me. There’s no one else I want. I want you. I need you. I’m sorry, I was just being overly friendly and it won’t happen again.” You leaned down and embraced me until the tenseness rolled off my body.

“Okay love. I overreacted. I just couldn’t fathom losing you to some random flirt,” I stammered. “And I just found you and if you left me, I...” you shut me up as you pressed your lips against mine, smothering my insecurity with one of your soul snatching kisses.

“Baby... you’re absolutely stunning when you’re pissed.” You pressed me against my car, the cool metal against my bare back, shocking me as your kisses delivered the heat in me. My arms locked around your neck as you lift me. Still pressed against the cool metal, you lift the hem of my sundress and press your body against me. I felt your bulge through your clothes. Your face nestled against my neck. “I’m yours. All of me. Forgive me.”

You bit my neck and a moan escapes from between my lips. My head dropped back allowing you further access to my neck and collarbone. My eyes closed as I enjoyed the attention being showered on the exposed areas with your tender kisses.

You unzipped your pants, lowered them and your hard dick came out above your open zipper. I reached up and gripped your neck for leverage. My legs wrapped around your waist. You push me against the car door. Your hands holding me up as I reached down to guide your hard dick, pulled my thong aside and placed you in my wet pussy. Your eyes looked into the depths of mine, searching for my soul.

I grimaced as my walls stretch to accommodate your size. Another breathless moan escaped as you stroke upwards into me, coaxed me further to let go of my angry tension. My eyes roll closed.

“Open your eyes, baby cakes. Look at me. I want to see your eyes as you cum. Open your eyes.”

You continued kissing me, sloppily sucking on my lips, taking my tongue as you thrust further into my throbbing pussy. Your desire for me overpowered me and the slapping sounds of our hips, your husky growls between your thrusts made me even more dripping wet.

You continued to fuck me, with faster movements. “That’s my pussy. This is your dick. Don’t forget that. This is yours, baby.” You bit down on the other side of my neck, leaving new love marks.

Feeling the pain from your bite, the pleasure of your strokes and the verbal confirmation of your need for me, sent me to a euphoric state. My grip on your neck and shoulder tightened. With my legs wrapped around your waist and most of my weight on the windowsill of my car, you reached around with one hand and found my clit. You rubbed it like you were rubbing a bottle to release the genie. I fought to keep my eyes open for you. I bit my lip as my body tensed again.

“Cum for me, baby. Keep those pretty brown eyes open and cum for me. Now.” You delivered consistent strokes, as my face twists while my body trembles in ecstasy, my mouth fell open before a loud moan passed.

“Yessss, Love. Oh my god. Yes!”

My pussy quivered around your dick as you stroke in and out and climaxed with me. As you pumped the last of your cum, you leaned in and stole another kiss off my breathless lips. My legs released from around your waist, our cum spilled down my legs. You tucked yourself back into your pants and embraced me as my weak legs gave way, I sunk into your strong arms.

Nestled and wrapped in your clutches, you murmured in my hair, “Mine.”