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Chapter 27 by Felicityjones97 Felicityjones97

What's next?

James isn’t quite ready to let her just yet

With a wicked smile, he cranked the vibrations up to their peak, the egg's buzzing a secret symphony of pleasure only they knew. Felicity's hand trembled as she brought the spoon to her mouth, the rich chocolate exploding on her tongue as the egg sent her spiraling towards climax. The sensations were overwhelming, a delicious torrent of sensation that had her fighting to maintain her poise.

But just as she reached the brink, James abruptly halted the vibrations, the sudden absence of stimulation leaving her panting and ****. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "We're not quite ready for that, are we?"

Felicity's eyes watered with the effort of holding back her orgasm. She nodded, understanding his silent command. He enjoyed playing with her limits, pushing her boundaries until she thought she couldn't take it anymore, and then pulling back just enough to keep her on edge. It was a thrilling dance of power and submission that she had grown to crave.

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The dinner conversation was a blur of words and sensations as she tried to focus on anything but the love egg's relentless teasing. James spoke with confidence and ease, his hand resting casually on her thigh, occasionally moving up to give it a gentle squeeze that sent waves of desire through her body. The men at the nearby table watched, their glances lingering, and she could feel their envy as they imagined what was happening beneath the table.

The dessert sat untouched on its plate as James leaned in again, his thumb moving on the phone's screen. The love egg's vibrations grew stronger, and she felt her body responding, her hips moving slightly in an effort to seek release. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she felt the eyes of the men behind her focus on her even more intensely. She knew they were imagining the most lewd scenarios, and the knowledge only made her more aroused.

The vibrations grew more intense, and Felicity felt the orgasm building within her once more. Her breathing grew ragged, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. James leaned back in his chair, watching her with a predatory gaze, his own desire for her clear in the way his eyes darkened and his pupils dilated. She was so close, so very close.

Her voice was a whisper, barely audible above the soft background music, "Please, James...please let me come." Her words were a **** plea, a sweet surrender to his control. The men at the nearby table leaned in slightly, their curiosity piqued by the sudden shift in tone, but they couldn't make out the words.

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James's smile grew even more wicked as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Not yet, my love. First, you need to show me how much you want it."

With trembling hands, Felicity picked up her spoon and took a small bite of the chocolate cake, the warmth of it melting in her mouth. The vibrations grew stronger, each pulse pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel her pussy clench around the egg, her body begging for release. She took another bite, her eyes never leaving James's, the silent communication between them a dance of power and need.

The men at the nearby table watched her with hungry eyes, their glances moving from her flushed face to her trembling hands and back again. They couldn't hear what James was whispering into her ear, but the effect was clear. They were entranced by the sight of this elegant woman, barely containing her desperation for pleasure.

Felicity's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now. She could feel the orgasm building, her body tightening around the egg as the vibrations grew stronger. She took another spoonful of cake, the sweetness of the chocolate a stark contrast to the salty need pooling in her mouth. The pressure inside her was unbearable, and she knew she was about to shatter.

James leaned back in his chair, watching her with a smug satisfaction that made her want to scream. He knew what he was doing to her, knew how close she was, and he enjoyed every second of it. His thumb hovered over the phone, and she could see the muscle in his jaw tensing as he held back from sending her over the edge.

The men behind her had forgotten all pretense of subtlety now, their eyes locked on her trembling hands and the way her chest heaved with every shallow breath she took. The tension at their table was palpable, a heady mix of desire and power.

And then, with a final, wicked smile, James gave in to her silent plea. He tapped the phone once, and the love egg's vibrations grew to a crescendo. Felicity's eyes widened, and she bit her lip so hard she could almost taste blood, fighting to keep the scream of pleasure from escaping her throat. Her body tensed, her toes curling in her high heels, as the orgasm washed over her.

The sensation was exquisite, a powerful wave of pleasure that started at her core and radiated outwards. She could feel the muscles in her stomach contracting, her pussy spasming around the egg, her thighs clenching together to try and contain the intensity of the climax. The world around her blurred, the sounds of the restaurant fading into a distant hum as she rode the waves of her release.

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James's eyes never left hers, his hand steady on her thigh, his thumb still on the phone's screen. The vibrations grew stronger, the love egg inside her pulsing in time with her orgasm. She felt her knees wobble, her hand reaching for the edge of the table to keep herself upright.

The men at the nearby table watched her with rapt attention, their own desires mirrored in their eyes. One of them leaned in closer, whispering something to his friends, their glances shifting between her and James with a mix of awe and envy. Felicity's cheeks flushed even redder, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away from her husband's gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and submission.

When the final tremor subsided, James leaned in and whispered, "Good girl," his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. He turned off the egg, giving her a moment of respite as she caught her breath. The men behind her finally looked away, their interest momentarily sated, but talking quitely amongst themselves.

Felicity, still trying to compose herself, picked up her champagne flute with a trembling hand and took a much-needed sip. As she did, she couldn’t help but overhear snippets of their conversation. The words "hot," "slut," and "lucky bastard" floated over, and she felt a strange mix of embarrassment and pride. Their crude comments only served to fuel her arousal, making her aware of how much she enjoyed being the object of their desire.

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