Passion in Restraints Read Free Page B

grin, she set her phone on the table. The wind picked up and blew strands of her hair. Perfect timing. She bunched her locks into a ponytail. Her elbows stuck out as she held her hair off her shoulders. Licking her lips, she straightened and pushed her tits outward. She moved one hand across her cheek. When her pinky finger grazed her lips, she stuck her tongue out and licked it.
    Game on, Mark. Enjoy the show.
    She lifted her chin and glided her hand down her neck. Slowly, she dragged her fingers over her right breast, then cupped and squeezed it gently. Her heart pounded and her ears burned. She had to be mentally unstable to be actually touching herself in the open. God, don’t let her daughters find out. She surveyed her surroundings as she lowered her hand and uncrossed her legs. No one was watching her, at least none she could see. Wherever Mark was, she hoped he was pleased and his shaft was ready to burst.
    She placed her hand on her thigh and glided it towards her apex. When her skirt slid upward, exposing more of her flesh, she paused. The throbbing in her ear matched the pace of her heart. Was it working that hard? Was she that afraid of exposure? She was in the Red Light District where prostitution and drugs were legal. What did she have to fear?
    A deep breath calmed her nerves. She moved her hand under her dress and along her inner thigh. While she continued to scan the café, she wedged her digits inside her damp panties. The breeze brushed over her neck but did little to lower her temperature. She pushed two fingers into her slit and felt her slickness. Dear Lord, she was touching her pussy in public. What. The. Fuck?
    “Now that is fucking hot,” said a familiar voice behind her as he leaned over her and gripped her wrist.
    Gwen flinched and bumped her right shoulder into his chest. Pressing his hand on her left shoulder blade, he kept her seated while he lifted her arm. He opened his mouth and licked her fingers—the ones coated with her juice. All she could do was stare at him as he sucked on her digits.
    “Mm… Exactly as I’d thought. Delicious.” He straightened and placed her palm over the hefty lump in his pants. “And this will be yours tonight. I will give you all that you want, Gwen. Imagine the possibilities.”
    Oh, she was, as intense longing pulsed in her veins. He had such a massive hard-on. It seemed bulkier than before. “Perhaps I should help ease the swelling in this muscle now instead of waiting until later.”
    His lips curled. “If I had the time, I would accept your offer.”
    He bent and pressed his lips to hers. Need thrived within her body. She craved so much more from him. His dick under her palm only made her yearn for him more.
    “But I have to go,” he said as he straightened.
    Gwen rubbed his length. “Are you sure you can’t spare a few minutes?” Rock hard. Damn!
    He chuckled. “Oh, I’d love to and could.” He placed the edge of his fingers under her chin and lifted it until her gaze met his. “But it would spoil tonight. Trust me, the wait will be worth it.”
    But she needed a fix of the orgasmic kind. Why couldn’t he give her a little tongue or a finger fuck? Something. Anything to ebb her desire.
    “I hope you’re right because I’m a crazy horny woman right now. I might have to venture into another sex shop and find a stud to take care of me.”
    “Now, now.” He removed her hand from his groin and tugged it.
    Gwen rose and stood in front of him. She marvelled at the solid muscles in his arms and chest, clearly visible underneath his tight shirt.
    “You don’t want to get mixed up with the wrong person.” He wrapped an arm around her and brought her to his body. His mouth hovered near hers.
    “And you’re not the wrong person?” She placed her palm on his torso. His heart thumped fast. “You asked me to touch myself in public.”
    His upper lip curled. “Look inside some of the windows. You’ll see far more touching and exposed