Page 12 of Big Girls Do It Wetter

I slumped down in the booth, breathing through my nose in long, controlled huffs, fists clenched tight, nails digging into my palms, fire pooling in my belly and crashing through my body...

...and then Jeff stopped, withdrew his hand and left it on my thigh.

"Goddamn it, Jeff!" I spoke through gritted teeth, wanting to scream in frustration. "Not fair!"

"Turnabout's fair play." The humor was in Jeff's voice, in the subtle softening of the corners of his mouth, the almost imperceptible lift of one eyebrow.

"Wellthat'snot cliché."

"I wasn'tteasing, Anna. I was making apromise."

"Oh, you bastard."

"Don't tease me, I won't tease you," Jeff said. His finger brushed between my thighs again, and they split open on their own, with alacrity. "But, if you ask nicely, I may finish what I started."

I grabbed his hand and tugged it higher, toward my wet, aching opening. "Please, Jeff?" I used my tiniest, most innocent voice. "I'm sorry. I won't ever tease you again."

Jeff smiled, both sides of his mouth lifting this time; a real, bonafide grin. I felt victorious, having wrested a full-fledged smile from a man so taciturn as Jeff Cartwright.

"I'm not sure you'll keep that promise, but I'll go easy on you this time." His finger brushed the fabric of my thong aside and delved into me. "But you have to be quiet. I wouldn't want to be embarrassed."

I gasped and fluttered my eyes. Of course, the server came up with my crème brûlée at that very moment. He only eyed me this time, frowning in puzzlement.

"Will there be anything else?" The server asked. He had our dessert in one hand, and the tray in another, presumably to show another table.

"I think I'd like to take a look at the desserts, actually, now that I've seen Anna's," Jeff said.

Jeff was circling my clit now, wringing a climax from me in record time. I forced myself to hold still, to keep my ass planted in the seat and my mouth shut. Miniscule whimpers kept escaping me, though, and the server was giving me increasingly perplexed glances as he pointed out and described each dessert.

"And what's in the tiramisu?" Jeff asked.

My teeth were grinding so hard my jaw ached, my fingernails were digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood, and I was exploding from the inside out, tongues of fire blossoming from my sex up through my belly and into my thighs and chest and down to my toes, curling them in my strappy platform sandals. If I were in a bedroom, I would be shrieking, moaning, clutching to Jeff for dear life as I rode the wave of ecstasy. Instead, I sat, still and silent, pitiful whimpers drifting from my lips at intervals as Jeff listened to the server patiently described ladyfinger pasties soaked in espresso, layered with blah blah blah OH GOD help me he wasn't stopping, surely he felt my muscles clenching around the fingers he'd slipped in and up to my G-spot, surely he knew I was coming, dying, but no, he kept stroking, kept pushing me higher.

A wave rocked through me, and I couldn't stop the gasp from escaping. To cover, and to mollify the server's concerned expression, I faked a cough. Which then turned into a real cough, and now Jeffandthe server were looking at me in concern. I took a sip from one of the glasses of ice water, the ice now melted and the glass covered in dripping sweat. I put the glass to my lips, and a took generous mouthful of lukewarm water. What did Jeff do? He slipped his finger out of my pussy and explored backward, past the stretch of skin and pressed onto my second, tighter opening.

I spewed water all over the server. I mean I sprayed it all over the front of his apron, his shirt and tie, his order book...everywhere.How humiliating.

Jeff actually, factually chuckled. A real laugh. At my expense, sure, but a laugh. It was almost worth the embarrassment. He stifled the chuckle with a sip of wine.

When I'd quit hacking enough to breathe again, I muttered an apology. "Sorry, it went down the wrong pipe."

The server looked disgusted, wiping ineffectually at himself with a napkin that had been dangling from his back pocket. He turned and walked away without so much as glancing at me or Jeff, still trying to dry himself off. When he was gone, I rounded on Jeff, my eyes blazing.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded.

Jeff just smirked at me. "I didn't want to leave you hanging."

Not like I had him, was the implication.

"But did you have to do it with the server there?" I squirmed in my seat, still feeling the aftershocks, and the surprise of his finger in my asshole. "And youreallydidn't have to put your fingerthere."

Jeff retained his innocently blank expression. "Where?"

"You know where." I leaned close, feeling more shy than I'd ever been; I'm not a shy girl. "You stuck your finger in my ass. That's why I spat water all over that poor server."

"I did? Gee, Anna, I'm sorry." Jeff's tone belied his words. He was all but laughing out loud. He knew exactly what he'd done. "Didn't you like it? You seemed like you did. I would never do anything you didn't like." That last sentence was delivered with an intense sincerity, all joking aside.

"No, I did like it, honestly. It just surprised me. I've never been touched there." I kissed his jaw and whispered in his ear. "I wouldn't mind if you did it again later, in private."