“DaVinci,” she whimpered. “I’m…I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” I said against her skin, sliding my fingers inside her and curling them deep while my tongue stayed on her clit. “Come for me, Angel.”
Her whole body locked up, then melted right into my hands as she cried out my name. I worked her through it, didn’t stop until she was pushing me away from her oversensitive bud. She was trembling and panting. I sat back and watched her try to remember how to breathe.
“Holy shit,” she finally said.
“I got you.”
“I’m—” She laughed, breathless. “I don’t even know. That was—”
“Just a sample,” I said, moving back beside her to pull her back into my lap. I kissed her softly. “But we got time. All the time you need.”
She rested her head on my shoulder, and we sat there for a while, just breathing, her body still trembling slightly against mine.
She rested her forehead against mine.
“I wasn’t always treated right,” she said, voice small. “That’s all I’ll say.”
I nodded once. “You ain’t ever gotta overexplain that to me.”
“I know.” Her voice was barely there. “Just… don’t make me feel stupid for believing you.”
I drew her closer by the waist. “I wouldn’t play with you like that.”
She gave me a soft kiss, eyes full of something that felt a lot like the beginning of forever, or at least forever for now.
When we finally pulled apart, she smiled. “So that’s your thing, huh? Being good with your mouth?”
I laughed. “You complaining?”
“Absolutely not.” She nestled closer. “Just making a mental note for future reference.”
“Good. Because I plan on doing that again. Often. Taste good as fuck, and that shit was soaked.”
“I’m not opposed to that plan. I’ve been looking for an eater.”
“Don’t look any further, baby.”
We stayed on the rooftop for hours, talking and kissing and watching the stars above, if not watching each other. The night was coming to a close as she yawned. It was late, but I knew I had to get her home. I carried her downthe stairs while she rested her head on my shoulder. When Langston pulled up to take her home, I didn’t want to let her go.
“I had a really good time tonight,” she said, standing by the car.
“Good enough for a second date?”
“Definitely.” She smiled. She touched my face, and I leaned into her body.
“Thank you for tonight. You did an amazing job showing me a good time. I’ll never forget it.”
“No, thank you for letting me have you for a few hours. Among other things,” I said, brushing her hip with my thumb.
The truth was simple. I wasn't finished with her. I liked how she looked at me, how she carried herself, how the night shifted just because she was in it. Being around her felt steady in a way I hadn’t experienced in a long time, and I was in no rush to let that go. I wanted more time. I wanted more of her.
“Give me ten minutes to lock up. I’m riding with you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’m not ready to end this shit just yet.”
