bark bark
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The restaurant was bustling with conversation and laughter as you and your friends gathered around a long table, enjoying each other's company. Taylor sat beside you, her presence a comforting warmth at your side. The two of you had recently started dating, and while the relationship was still new, the chemistry between you was undeniable.
Throughout the evening, Taylor had been stealing glances at you, her eyes sparkling with a playfulness that made your heart race. You exchanged smiles and small touches, the kind that might go unnoticed by the others but sent electricity through your veins.
As the dinner progressed, you felt Taylor's hand brush against your knee under the table. At first, you thought it was an accident, but then her fingers lingered, gently tracing circles on your leg. Your breath hitched slightly, and you glanced at her, finding her looking straight ahead, engaging in the ongoing conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
You tried to focus on what your friends were saying, but it was impossible with Taylor's hand now slowly sliding up your thigh. The subtle pressure of her fingers on your thigh made it hard to think about anything else. Your heart pounded in your chest as you shifted slightly in your seat, trying to suppress the shiver that ran down your spine.
Taylor's hand stilled for a moment, and she turned her head slightly, catching your eye with a mischievous grin. Her fingers resumed their teasing, inching higher with deliberate slowness, as if savouring your reaction. She looked perfectly composed, her face showing no hint of the game she was playing under the table.
You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure as her hand moved further up your thigh and under your skirt. It was almost impossible to stay still, the anticipation building as her touch grew more intimate. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, your body reacting to her in a way that made it difficult to sit still.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" one of your friends asked, noticing your distraction.
You forced a smile, nodding quickly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little warm in here," you managed to say, your voice slightly breathless. Taylor's grin widened slightly, but she continued her casual conversation with the others, all while her hand continued its slow, torturous exploration.
She was driving you crazy, and she knew it. The fact that you were surrounded by friends only made the situation more intense, the risk of being caught adding to the thrill. Taylor's fingers traced patterns on your inner thigh, and you could feel your pulse quicken with every stroke. You were hyper-aware of every touch, every subtle movement of her hand.
At one point, she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You're doing so well, staying so composed. But I can feel how much you want me."
Her words sent a shiver through you, and you clenched your fists under the table, trying to maintain your composure. It was getting harder to focus on anything else but the way Taylor was touching you, the way her voice sent heat spiralling through your body.
Finally, when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Taylor's hand began to retreat, sliding back down your thigh in a teasingly slow manner. She gave your leg a gentle squeeze before pulling away entirely, leaving you breathless and wanting more.
She turned to you with a soft, almost innocent smile, as if she hadn't just set your entire body on fire. The rest of the evening passed in a blur, your mind unable to focus on anything but the lingering sensation of her touch and the promise of what might come later when you were finally alone.
As the dinner wrapped up and everyone started to gather their things to leave, Taylor leaned in close once more, her breath warm against your ear. "You handled that so well," she murmured, her voice low and full of praise. "I can't wait to see how you react when we get home."
