My fingers curl around him, stroking his length slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him in my hand. "I want you inside me," I whisper against his lips. "Now."
I stare into her eyes. “As you wish, my queen.”
I guide his hardness toward my wet entrance, moaning softly as I slowly impale myself on him. He fills me perfectly, stretching me in ways I hadn't expected but that feel amazing. His hands come to rest on my hips, holding me still as he begins to thrust into me steadily, his movements matching the rhythm of the music playing around us.
I close my eyes and lean my head back against the bench, lost in the sensation of being completely owned by him. "Oh God..."
She smirks at his reply, amused by how eager he seems. "Or maybe something a bit stronger," she says suggestively as she takes another glass from the rack and begins polishing it again, her movements practiced and smooth. "There's a back room where we keep our supplies... We could go there if you like."
Her hazel eyes meet his for a moment before darting away again, heat rising in her cheeks as she realizes how suggestive that sounds.
I reach out and lightly touch her hand. “I think I’d like that very much.”
With a slight blush creeping up her neck, she smiles at the contact before moving to grab two fresh drinks from the shelf behind her. "Follow me," she whispers, leading him through a door marked 'Employees Only' and into a small, dimly lit room stacked high with boxes of various liquor bottles. There's a table in one corner, covered in crumpled-up paper bags and empty beer cans.