James isn’t done yet

As Felicity set the champagne flute back down, her hand still trembled slightly, and James's eyes flicked to the movement, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He seemed to savor the knowledge that he had left her so shaken, and Felicity felt a flutter in her chest as she met his gaze. The air between them was charged with tension, the aftermath of her orgasm still simmering just below the surface.

The men at the nearby table were now engaged in a hushed conversation, their eyes darting back to Felicity and James with increasing frequency.

As the men's conversation continued, their voices grew slightly louder, and Felicity could make out a few more words. "I'd pay to see that again," one of them said, his tone laced with a mix of admiration and lust. James's eyes never left Felicity's face, but a small, satisfied smile played on his lips. He seemed to be enjoying the attention, and Felicity felt a surge of possessiveness. She was his, and he was hers.

Felicity's gaze drifted back to her champagne flute, and she picked it up again, her hand still trembling slightly. She took another sip, the cool liquid helping to calm her nerves.

Felicity set the champagne flute back down, her hand still trembling slightly. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and excitement at the thought of the men's desire for her. She met James's gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and defiance. She was his, and he was hers, but she also belonged to herself, and she reveled in the power of her own sexuality.

James's eyes twinkled with amusement and pride as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Are you ready for another round, my love?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

Felicity's heart skipped a beat as James's warm breath danced across her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of another round, her body still humming from the previous orgasm. She turned to him, her eyes locking onto his, and nodded almost imperceptibly. The spark of desire in his eyes grew brighter, and he smiled, his lips curling up in a wicked grin.

As he leaned back in his chair, James's hand slipped under the table, his fingers brushing against Felicity's thigh. She felt a jolt of electricity at the touch, her skin still sensitive from the previous stimulation.

As James's fingers brushed against Felicity's thigh, he smiled to himself, knowing that he had her right where he wanted her. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers, and reached for his phone. The screen flickered to life, and he tapped the icon that controlled the love egg. The vibrations began, soft and gentle at first, but gradually increasing in intensity.

Felicity's eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft sigh as the sensations washed over her. She felt her body begin to tense, her muscles contracting in anticipation of what was to come.

As the vibrations intensified, Felicity's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic motion. Her eyes remained closed, her eyelids fluttering slightly as she focused on the sensations building inside her. James's gaze never wavered, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, his expression a mixture of desire and control.

The men at the nearby table watched with rapt attention, their faces reflecting a mix of awe and envy. One of them shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes darting to James before returning to Felicity. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

James's fingers continued to move higher up Felicity's thigh, the vibrations of the love egg growing stronger with each passing moment. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused, her body begging for release. The men at the nearby table were still watching, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them.

Felicity's breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to maintain control. James's fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing her and bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, her muscles tensing and releasing in time with the vibrations.

James's fingers continued to move higher, tracing a path up Felicity's thigh, until they reached the hem of her dress where the slit rode high on her thigh. He teased her, his fingers playing with the fabric, gently lifting it up, before letting it fall back down again. Felicity's breath hitched in her throat, her body tensing as she waited for him to continue.

Finally, James's fingers found what they were looking for. He brushed against the lace of her underwear, causing Felicity to gasp softly. The vibrations of the love egg were now at their peak, and Felicity could feel herself on the brink of release.

James's fingers lingered on the lace of Felicity's underwear, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel herself on the brink of release, her muscles tensing and contracting in anticipation.

James's fingers lingered on the lace of Felicity's underwear for a moment longer, before he pulled his hand away. Felicity's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand move away, leaving only the vibrations of the love egg to tease her. She opened her eyes, looking at James with a mixture of frustration and desire.

James leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips. He knew that Felicity was on the brink of release, and he was enjoying the control he had over her. He glanced over at the nearby table, where the men were still watching with rapt attention.

James's gaze lingered on the men at the nearby table, a hint of a challenge in his eyes. He seemed to be daring them to look away, to tear their attention from the spectacle that was Felicity, poised on the brink of release. The men, however, were transfixed, their faces frozen in a mixture of desire and envy.

Felicity's eyes, still locked on James, narrowed slightly, her pupils dilating with frustration. She could feel the vibrations of the love egg still pulsing inside her, teasing her, taunting her with the promise of release.

James's smug smile only served to fuel Felicity's frustration. She could feel herself growing more and more aroused, the vibrations of the love egg driving her to the brink of insanity. She shifted in her seat, trying to alleviate some of the tension building up inside her. But James's hand remained on the table, far from her reach.

James leaned forward, his eyes locked on Felicity's. "You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

Felicity nodded, her breath hitching in her throat.

James's lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched Felicity nod. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and husky. He tapped the icon on his phone again, and the vibrations of the love egg began to subside.

Felicity's breath caught in her throat as the sensations began to fade, her body still begging for release. She opened her eyes, her gaze locked on James, her expression a mix of frustration and desire.

James leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Felicity's. He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers.

As James's fingers intertwined with Felicity's, his eyes locked onto hers, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. Felicity's gaze, still reeling from the sudden withdrawal of the vibrations, faltered for a moment before refocusing on James's. She felt a jolt of electricity as their palms touched, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.

Just as she thought he was letting her back from the brink, James's thumb brushed against the screen of his phone, and the vibrations of the love egg surged back to life. The intensity was higher this time, the pulsations more insistent, and Felicity's body responded immediately.

Felicity's breath hitched as the vibrations surged back to life, the intensity taking her by surprise. She closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she surrendered to the sensations. James's grip on her hand tightened, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand.

The men at the nearby table watched with bated breath, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them. One of them shifted in his seat, his gaze flicking between Felicity and James, a mixture of envy and admiration on his face.

James's thumb continued to trace small circles on the back of Felicity's hand, his grip tightening as the intensity of the vibrations increased. Felicity's breath hitched, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt herself nearing the edge.

The men at the nearby table watched with rapt attention, their faces reflecting a mix of awe and envy. One of them leaned forward, his eyes locked on Felicity's, as if willing her to look his way. But Felicity's gaze remained fixed on James, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and frustration.

As the vibrations reached a fever pitch, Felicity's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her fingers spasming in James's grasp. He tightened his grip, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of her palm, as if anchoring her to the present moment. The men at the nearby table watched, transfixed, as Felicity's eyes flew open, her gaze locking onto James's with a **** intensity.

James's smile grew, his eyes glinting with triumph, as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against Felicity's ear. "Let go," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Let go, and I'll give you what you want."

Felicity's eyes locked onto James's, her gaze burning with a **** intensity as she teetered on the edge of release. The vibrations of the love egg pulsed through her, a relentless drumbeat that threatened to consume her. James's words, whispered against her ear, sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her resolve crumble. With a barely audible whimper, she let go, surrendering to the sensations that had been building inside her.

As she came, her body arched, her back bowing like a drawn bowstring. James's grip on her hand tightened, his fingers digging into her palm as he rode out the storm with her.