Your boyfriend's love language was physical touch and the man could not take his hands off you.

No matter where you were- or who you were with, he was touching you.

Tonight he was extra handsy, especially in the dim lighting of the restaurant.

You were seated in the back in a booth and he took the privacy to his full advantage.

He always sat next to you in a restaurant and tonight was no different.

His hand massaged your thigh under your short dress.

Even though you've been together for so long, your body couldn't help but react as he moved his hand further up.

You put a hand over his to stop him and look around.

"Someone might see," you tell him.

He leans in to whisper in your ear, "Let them."

He kisses your jaw and then attaches his lips to yours.

The kiss is slow and intoxicating as his hands moves further up and stop right where you crave it.

His tongue teases yours and you suck on it which earns you a groan from him. The sound turns you on even more.

You spread your legs as he begins to rub circles over your underwear.

Your breath is shallow and you bite your lip to suppress your moans.

He kisses your neck before he moves the fabric aside and sinks two fingers in.

He increases the speed with each stroke and your hips jut out to ride them.

Soon, you're tumbling over the edge as he kisses you to suppress your moans.

The waiter approaches soon after with your drinks. "What would you guys like to eat?"

His hand is on your thigh once more as he says, "Actually, we'll need the bill."