The evening air hummed with laughter and clinking glasses at the crowded rooftop bar, where my fiancé Nik and I had claimed a corner table overlooking the city lights. Nik, with his sharp jaw and mischievous grin, leaned in close, his hand resting possessively on my thigh. "You look stunning tonight, but I bet you're even more beautiful when you're trying not to moan," he whispered, eyes sparkling with that familiar wit. I arched an eyebrow, strong and unyielding as always. "Nik, behave. We're in public, and I'm not some shy debutante you can charm into anything." He chuckled, his fingers inching higher under my dress. "Who said anything about charming? I'm just testing how wet my future wife gets when I push her buttons."
I shifted, feeling the first spark of heat, but kept my voice steady. "Try it and see what happens. I said no public games tonight." Nik's grin widened, undeterred by my strength. "Your 'no' sounds a lot like 'make me horny,' darling. Besides, no one's watching—yet." His hand slipped beneath the fabric, brushing against my already damp panties, and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. The tension built as he traced circles, making me wetter with each teasing stroke.
"You're impossible," I muttered, my breath hitching as his fingers found my pussy, parting the folds with expert precision. He was hard already, his cock straining visibly against his pants, but this was about me. "And you're dripping for it, even if you won't admit it," he retorted wittily, sliding one finger inside me. I gripped the table edge, panting softly, my strong resolve melting into raw desire as he fingered me slowly at first, then deeper, hitting that perfect spot.
Sweating lightly in the warm night, I leaned into him, whispering back, "If you keep this up, I might just drag you to the bathroom for a blowjob instead." Nik laughed low, adding a second finger, working my pussy with firm, rhythmic thrusts that made my ass clench against the seat. "Promises, promises. But right now, I want to feel you come right here." The public thrill heightened everything—voices nearby, the risk of discovery—as he curled his fingers, thumb circling my clit.
I came hard, biting back a moan, my body pulsing around his hand while cum coated his fingers. Panting, I shot him a fierce look, still in control. "That was reckless, fiancé. But don't think you're done." Nik withdrew slowly, licking his fingers with a smirk. "Wouldn't dream of it."
The night was just beginning, and as he pulled me closer for a kiss, I knew our engagement held far more daring adventures ahead.
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