Tom Holland smuts

Dine out (part 3)

asked questions about your boyfriend, who watched you talk with a devilish look on his face.
His hand moved steadily up to your inner thigh, his touch sending chills up your spine, distracting you from the chatter around you. You turned your head to look at him, but he didn't seem to notice. He was still in deep conversation with Jacob. Slowly, he hooked his thumb into the elastic of your panties, slipping his whole hand beneath the fabric.
He was driving you crazy.
Your underwear was soaked, and you could already feel it soaking through to your dress.
Biting your lip, you hold back a gasp, his thumb pressing down on your clit, sending you spiralling out of control.
You couldn't help but allow a small groan to escape your lips, covering it quickly with a sharp cough.
"Are you ok, darling?" Tom asked innocently. You cleared your throat, giving him the filthiest look.
"Yes."
Tom picked up his fork from the table again but allowed it to slip from his fingers, dropping it on the floor,