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with tables and chairs outside,
to take in the scenic views of the greenery or the historic parts of the town.
We decided to forgo a stop in our favourite cocktail bar along the way and head
back to the hotel, making our way into the Champagne bar.
    ‘What has you smiling so much,’ Tracy asked, as
we found a cosy table, far enough away from the piano player to enjoy the music
without having to shout over it.
    ‘How many admiring glances you’re getting
tonight, and not just from me,’ I replied, enjoying how much that embarrassed
her.
    ‘Don’t be so silly.’ She shuffled in her seat,
uncrossing her legs, then crossing them the other way.
    ‘Take a look around, one guy’s already been
punched in the arm for checking you out while we were at the bar.’ I put my
whisky down on the table in front of us, propped my elbow on the arm of the
leather chair I was in and leaned towards her. ‘He’s imagining what it would be
like to see you naked, or to have you on your knees in front of him with a
mouthful.’
    ‘Anthony!’ She choked on her vodka orange and
burst into a fit of the giggles.
    ‘Trust me. Every time I saw you at college,
that’s what I was thinking about, having those hazel eyes looking up at mine as
you sucked my cock and swallowed everything I gave you. Christ, was reality
even better than my dreams. You were amazing.’ I licked my dry lower lip as I
thought back to the days when a quick blow job behind some bushes, or in the
car, was a regular feature. With the sudden explosion of our sex life in the
last few weeks, we’d been too busy with the actual fucking portion of the act
to focus on oral stimulation. Suddenly it was all I could think about. ‘I have
a sudden hankering to have your lips around my cock, to watch you swallow me
before I lick your clit and lap you dry.’
    ‘Stop,’ she moaned, rapidly gulping down some
of her drink.
    ‘Tell me the thought of my tongue flicking at
your aching clit doesn’t turn you on? Or that dreaming of my fingers pumping
inside you while I suck on it isn’t making you flood your knickers right now?
How about if you were sucking me while a total stranger had his face buried in
your pussy, tasting you for the first time?’
    ‘We need to go, right now,’ she murmured,
tucking her hair behind her ear. Her lips were slightly parted to accommodate
her more rapid breathing. I smiled as I flicked my eyes down to her chest, to
see the faint outline of her stiffened nipples pushing against the fabric of
her bra and top.
    ‘I’m not going to fuck you yet, I want to get
you off somewhere other than the safety of our hotel room.’ I could hear lust
fuelling my tone, the rumble that betrayed how desperate I was to do something
slightly illicit with her.
    ‘You’re killing me right now,’ she uttered,
knocking back her drink and quickly standing. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t
keep, Hodgins, or I’ll be filing for a divorce.’
    ‘You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart. These last
few weeks has reminded me how good we are together, so now I’m never letting
you go.’
     
    Tracy

     
    Ordinarily I’d have happily sat in the Champagne
bar all night, soaking up the atmosphere and people watching. It was so cosy,
with plump brown leather armchairs and sofas, its mahogany wood floors and
taupe and gold décor. Lighting was set low, giving an intimate vibe that was
added to by the gentle strains of the piano playing inoffensively in the
background. The chatter from the patrons was the loudest noise. It was a
popular bar, despite the expensive prices. Everyone was dressed smartly, but I
only had eyes for Anthony tonight. He was in a charcoal suit, with a green
shirt to match his eyes. I’d made him have a haircut this morning, leaving it
just long enough that I could clutch at it with my fingers when we were
kissing. I loved doing that. His dirty talk and suggestions had me fit to burst
though. Now all I could think about was him living up to his promise