“I hope he didn’t ruin your night,” I said quietly, my mouth brushing her bottom lip.
“Almost, but you turned that around quick.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded, “And I appreciate you for it. It was a beautiful night, and I feel honored that you celebrated me the way you did.”
She kissed me deeper, rolling her hips slightly, and I groaned. My hands slid up her thighs, under the dress, feeling bare skin.
“DaVinci,” she breathed.
“I know.” I kissed her neck. “Ten more minutes.”
“That’s a long time; this pussy is hot and ready for you right now.”
“Word?” I asked, cupping the pussy I couldn’t wait to have. I slipped a finger in her panties, feeling the heat. I added another finger, moving in and out slowly. She liked that slow shit, and my soaked fingers were the proof. My eyes closed tightly at the feeling. I knew that she was just as excited about this as I was, which made my heart stutter. Intimacy was on a different level with her.
“That feels so good, baby.”
I slowly removed my finger and licked it.
“How do I taste?”
“Like sweet cantaloupe. Taste for yourself,” I said, slipping my other finger in her mouth.
“Mmhh,” she moaned, moving on my lap again. “I didn’t know you carried a gun, Vinny?”
“It’s legal, so I carry. Security isn’t foolproof. I need to protect myself at all times. I’m sending a nigga to his maker if I need to, no questions asked. I ain't depending on another nigga to ensure I make it home.”
“That’s so damn sexy. You are sexy.”
“Yo, you funny as fuck. What’s sexy about it, beautiful?”
She shrugged and kissed me instead of answering. We stayed like that—kissing, touching, trying not to go too far in the back of a car. When we finally pulled up to my house, I was ready to lose my mind and hopefully find it between her fuckin’ legs.
I helped her out, said goodnight to Langston, and led her inside.
“So,” I said, pulling her close as the door closed behind us. “You still wanna watch that derby footage?”
She looked up at me, and I saw the heat in her eyes. We both knew what that meant. I had known since she said it at the gala.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice dropping. “I really want to watch Derby footage.”
I smiled and grabbed her hand. “Theater’s downstairs.”
I led her down the hall, down the stairs to the basement level. Pushed open the double doors to the theatre, three rows of oversized recliners, a massive screen, surround sound, the whole setup.
“This is insane,” she said, looking around. “I’d never leave.”
“You like it?”
“I love it.” She turned to face me. “But we’re not really watching derby footage, are we?”
“Nah, Angel. We’re not.”
She kissed me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I gripped her ass softly while our tongues danced.
I backed up until my legs hit the recliner. I fell back on the seat, bringing her with me. Her soft giggle made me feel a way. It was a sound I could never get tired of. I flipped the seat out. We needed room for this.
