He laughed and put his arm around my shoulders as if we were a couple. I hated how his laugh rained on me. Also liked it. "I'll follow your will," he promised.

That was a challenge, but I didn't want to accept it. Instead, I said "thanks." I hesitantly wrapped my arm around his waist and felt his rock-hard body. I'd never touched him so intimately before. He was already nose-deep in my pussy, but I hadn't done anything to him. 

The fire he stoked in the Italian restaurant flared up again, and I had to swallow my dry tongue and reconsider.

I wanted to sucking his scrotum. I wanted...