so impressive, when he knew how much she wanted to move. He slid his fingers across those delicious pussy lips, wet and warm and inviting. She trembled against him as he stroked up and down, then focused on her swollen clit, so needy, so hungry for his touch. He rubbed his finger against her, and he could feel the way tension tightened in her body as she neared the edge.
“Don’t move, Shan,” he commanded. “I know you want to. I know you want to ride my hand so badly right now, don’t you?”
She nodded the back of her head against his chest.
“You want to fuck my hand like the wild woman you are.”
Another nod.
“And it’ll be even harder for you to hold back when I slide my fingers into you,” he said. Her shoulders rose up in a sharp line of tension. Her beautiful body was strung tight, stretched to the limits of her own desire, her own sexuality. He loved knowing how to play her, how to touch her, how to send her into a land of bliss.
So he did as promised as the sprays of water soared higher, and the music grew louder. Crowds surrounded them, but he didn’t care. No one could tell his hand was in his favorite place, and no one knew the gorgeous brunette in his arms was seconds away from nirvana. He slid two fingers deep into her. She gripped him and started to move her hips.
He brushed his mouth against her ear, and spoke sharply. “You move, I stop. You want me to stop?”
“No,” she said, breathy, so desperate.
“You want to come?” he growled.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m not going to cover your mouth,” he said, in a warning. “And I’m not going to let you bite down on my arm. You’re just going to be quiet. Got it?”
She murmured something that sounded close to a yes. He thrust deeper, his thumb rubbing her gorgeous clit, and her body tightened. “Yeah, babe. Come on my fingers. Let me feel you come all over my hand,” he said, and she clenched tightly around him, her body shuddering in his arms.
He watched her face, her gorgeous, beautiful face, as she squeezed her eyes shut, and nearly sealed her lips together to zip up her cries as she came on his fingers.
As she trembled, he uncurled her fist from around the lollipop she’d been gripping tightly in her hand. He brought the candy to his mouth and licked it once, smacking his lips.
“Mmm. You’re right. That is delicious.”
* * *
Later, as he walked her to her ride, he didn’t press. He didn’t ask again if he was forgiven. Instead, he kept moving forward, because that was what they were doing.
“When I was in New York, I saw a sign for the Alvin Ailey dance company on tour,” he said.
Her eyes lit up. “I love Alvin Ailey. It was my dream to win a spot in Alvin Ailey.”
“I know. And I remember in college you wanted me to go with you. But I had a gig so I cancelled on you.”
Her smile erased itself. The memory of another one of his dick moves must have just returned to her. He kept talking, eager to right that wrong from years ago. “So I bought tickets to see them here next week. I’d really like to take you. And I will keep my promise to take you.”
She looped her arms around his neck. “Yes. I would love to go with you.”
He wanted to pump his fist in the air, to shout a victorious yes. Then he wanted to close his eyes and groan in pleasure, because she was running her fingers through his hair. He loved the feel of her hands in his hair.
“You really know how to treat a woman you used to go out with, don’t you?”
“Speaking of that,” he said, pulling back and cupping his hands on her shoulders. Tonight had gone so well, and he wanted to build on it. To keep up the momentum. To do that, they’d need to let go of the old wounds. “Shan, how would you feel if we agreed to move on from the past?”
“To put it behind us?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Are you asking if you’re forgiven?”
“Kind of,” he admitted with a small grin, hoping it might help his cause.
She looked him square in the eyes. The corners of her lips curved up, as if she was considering his request. He held his breath, waiting for her answer. Then it came,