Before I know it our food and drinks arrive. As soon as the waiter leaves I feel him reach under the table with his right hand for my left. He discretely (or maybe not so discreetly) slides my hand over to his thigh conveniently making it bump into his tent.

"Mind if I enjoy my very thoughtfully chosen dinner and drink before I enjoy dessert?" I ask playfully giggling a bit as I just as playfu!ly run my hand along his member a single time before bringing my hand back up from under the table.

He confesses how hard it is for him to feel my legs jiggling without getting a tent. He says it's because of how in love and attracted to me he is. I then feel him honor my request by patting my inner thigh one last time before bringing his hand from under the table.

After the most incredible dinner I say "Feel free to have me any way you likes when we get home. I understand how incredibly hard it must have been for you to honor my request that we wait for dessert."

He asks if I'd like to have dessert before leaving or if I'd rather rush home. Before I can even answer I feel him drop his hand on my quads making them jiggle in his hands.

"If you can wait I wouldn't mind dessert. Its been such a lovely dinner I'd hate for it to end now." I said finally noticing he was looking deep into my eyes.

He suggests we order the tiramisu as it is the second best dessert (after my legs and eyes).

"Yeah, that sounds lovely." I began with a happy giggle at his previous comment. "I can't wait to enjoy a second dessert when we get home." I finish in a more teasing tone.

As soon as we finish eating we quickly head to the car. As soon as I'm seated I feel  him drop his right hand on my left quad as he asks me if I've decided which way I wanted to make love when we got home.

Still being in a really romantic/yet very turned on mood I thought a min to decide which way was the most intimate.

"As much as I love riding best...I think it would be more intimate if we were on our sides." I finally say hoping he agrees.