"You've been driving me crazy all evening with that tight dress of yours, Angel." I say in a low, almost growling voice as my hand, that's not holding on to the steering wheel, comes to rest on your bare leg, giving it a firm squeeze.

We started seeing each other about four months ago, and we're still on that level where we get to know one another better and figure out how we function as a couple. It's all still new and exciting for both of us and I can say, that we've already developed a certain dynamic in between the sheets, which we both enjoy very much.

We were out for dinner at one of my favourite places, a small Italian restaurant, and you've driven me mad with your tight little dress that hugs your beautiful body in all the right places. You look stunning, and I know I can't hold myself back until we get to your place, I need to touch you, to feel if you're just as eager for me as I already am for you. But I'm gonna take my time with you, we've still got all night.

My hand wanders slowly to the inside of your thigh, giving your soft flesh another firm squeeze, which causes you to press your legs together, a small gasp falling from your pretty mouth. I smirk as I let my fingertips slowly run along the sensitive skin, until I finally reach my destination.

"Mhhh, already so well prepared for me." I hum contently as I brush my fingers over the soaked fabric, your dress riling up in the process.

"Lift your hips for me, Darlin'." I demand, my fingers tugging at the edge of your lacy pants.