Gabe had decided we’d go out to eat for our anniversary.

Usually, we liked to make meals at home, romantic or otherwise. It wasn’t uncommon for us to cook a celebratory dinner together in the kitchen, eat it in the dining room and then fuck on the sofa in the living room. We’re homebodies, and we make the most of it.

It was a lovely summer night, so I wore a short skirt and a soft silk blouse. I had to admit, being taken out was a nice change of pace.

When we walked toward the restaurant, the soft breeze blew over my bare legs, and I found myself getting turned on by that subtle caress. When we returned home, we’d have to celebrate our anniversary in a completely different way — naked.

“What are you smiling about?” he asked, studying my face.

“Oh, thinking dirty thoughts about you.”

He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Even after all these years.”

He brushed his lips over my hand again, and I shivered. Then he used his teeth to nip my skin, and I shivered even harder. Gabe is good at using his teeth on me until his little love bites leave marks for me to savor later.

Inside the chic eatery, Gabe gave his name to the host.

“Ah, yes. We have the secret room for you,” the man said, smiling. “Happy anniversary,” he added, after consulting his book.

I was intrigued. “Secret room?”

The host took two menus and led the way, speaking over his shoulder. “Yes. We have a private room available for special clients.”

Gabe whispered to me, “I didn’t know about it until my work buddy Tom told me.”

The space was small, intimate and dimly lit. The table was ringed by a horseshoe booth, and I slid into the seat.

As he settled in next to me, Gabe’s hand brushed my bare thigh. The sensation shot straight to my pussy, and I made a sound that gave my feelings away.

The host gave us his spiel, bowed slightly and then took his leave.

Gabe studied his menu as he uttered, “Someone’s feeling randy.”

His warm hand slid up my thigh and stopped just short of sliding beneath my skirt. Arousal pounded in my pussy, which was growing wet beneath my panties.

“A bit,” I said, breathless.

He leaned in and kissed my lips, then scraped his teeth down my neck to nip me where my neck met my shoulder. I let out a sigh as I felt my nipples grow hard inside my blouse.

His hand crept up further, and his pinky brushed the silk of my panties. He was so close to my clit, which seemed to leap with excitement.

“I can’t concentrate,” I said, attempting to read the menu.

He kissed the same place he’d bitten me, and then wiggled his finger. This time, he did brush my clit, and I let out a small moan as the menu dropped from my hand.

He worked his hand beneath my skirt and found my clit with ease. He rubbed it just the right way through my wet undies. I raised my hips to meet his touch as I prayed the door to our room wouldn’t open for a little while longer.

But it did, of course, and I let out a surprised cry at the sight of the waiter.

Gabe laughed even as I felt my cheeks blush.

He ordered our wine as I sat there with my mouth open. Then he said, “I think we’ll both have the surf and turf. Steak medium. Okay with you?” he asked, turning to me.

I swallowed hard, grateful I didn’t have to read or think. “Yes,” I said. “Perfect.” All the while his hand remained beneath my skirt. Still, but oh-so-close to where I wanted it.

Once the door closed, he slid closer to me on the seat.

He tugged at my panties, and my breath caught.

“Lift your hips,” he said.

I did as asked, and he managed to slide the undies down to mid-thigh.

“Take them off,” he said.

I did and put them in my purse. I sat there with my pussy pounding and my head swimming.

“Good. I didn’t know the room would be this private. We might as well take advantage, right?”

“I moaned as the intensity of his fingers increased, working faster.”

He played his fingertips, already slick with my juices, over my clitoris. He knew how to touch me, knew just what I liked. He worked me in soft circles at first. When my hips started to buck, he ramped up his caresses.

I clenched my pussy and felt a rush of pleasure. I was hovering right there on the verge of coming when the door swung open and the waiter arrived with two glasses and our bottle. He made a big show of the pouring — which I’d normally have loved — and then finally, finally, left.

Gabe grinned at me, then gave me a deep kiss. My body pulsed like one big heartbeat.

I moaned as the intensity of his fingers increased, working harder and faster. He was clearly intent on making me come.

He bit my lip and I came, barely stifling my cry.

I thought that would be it. I took a hearty swig of my wine and watched him do the same. But when he turned to me with an eyebrow raised, looking mischievous, I knew we weren’t done.

“This time, I’m going in.”

I was confused for a moment. But just a moment, because then he plunged a finger into my cunt and started to fuck me with it. I gripped the lip of the table so hard my fingers blanched. I fought to breathe.

I was already so flushed and swollen inside that his single finger felt like it filled me up entirely. He watched me intently as he drove his finger into me. I grew wetter and wetter beneath my tiny skirt. I held on to the table for dear life as he gave a soft chuckle and then wormed a second finger inside me.

I growled, and that made him smile wider.

His fingers fucked me wildly. I was so wet I heard every movement of his digits.

“He’s going to come back at any minute. You don’t want him to catch us this way, do you? Me, buried knuckle-deep in your wet cunt. You’d better get off quick.”

I moved my hips restlessly to meet him. Gabe pressed his broad thumb to my clit and slammed his fingers into me hard and deep.

I came again, struggling not to make a sound, which was very difficult.

Gabe kissed me, nonchalantly removed his fingers from my pussy, wiped them on his cloth napkin, and then raised his glass in a toast.

“To us.”

“To us,” I echoed dumbly. My hands were shaking and so were my thighs.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Leave the panties in your purse.”