I slid a third one inside and rubbed her clitoris with my thumb. “You’re greedy, dulzura.”
“Because all I—mmm, Harlem.” She gasped as I scissored her pussy, and the first explosive firework burst in the sky in an array of red, white, and blue.
Her ass rose from my lap, and her hips circled as she arched her back. She was wet, and when the loud boom of the fireworks dimmed down, I could hear her pussy suctioning my fingers deeper still. I pulled them out, and she gripped my wrist.
“It’s okay, dulzura. Calm down. Just wanna taste you, ma.”
I sucked my fingers clean before I returned them inside of her warm, sticky nectar and played around some more.
“Thought you were supposed to be telling me what to do,” I whispered as she moaned, and her body shook.
The humidity of the night closed us in, and the cheers of the crowd on the other side of the park blended in with the fireworks. None of that mattered to us, though. We were in our own personal fireworks show, shooting off sparks that were incomparable.
Baby gripped my wrist again, and she lifted her ass once more. She fucked my hand so hard that I could barely move it. She had one arm stretched up, gripping the back of my neck.Her breasts jutted into the dark air, but every time the fireworks went off, I could see her nipples poking against her yellow, cotton sundress.
She was a sight to see as sweat beads formed at her temples, and her hair became plastered against her face. The humidity and the pleasure that I brought her turned her cheeks red, and her freckles stood out in the dark of the night anytime the fireworks went off.
Baby’s lips were parted, and her warm breath was a sweet caress against the side of my face as she turned her head toward me and moaned. “I’m cumming, Harlem.”
“That’s fine, dulzura. That’s all I want is to see you come apart for me. This is all about your pleasure tonight. Give me what you need to give, and I promise that I’ll be back for more as soon as we get home.”
She squeezed her legs around my hand, humped hard and fast, and within seconds, my entire hand and wrist was coated in her juices. I waited until she calmed down, released the tight grip her thighs and pussy had on my hand, and then I pulled my hand free.
I sucked my fingers clean and licked my wrist as well. Baby laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“You! You’re so damn freaky. Your wrist, bae?”
“Shit! Why not? I don’t believe in letting prime pussy juice go to waste.” I licked my wrist again to show her exactly what I meant.
I watched as she stood and removed her panties from underneath her dress.
“You’re going commando, dulzura?”
“Might as well. You ruined these.”
I reached up and snatched them from her hand.
“What are you gonna do with them?”
“Keep them around in case I need a hit of you in the middle of the day, and I can’t get to you.”
She shook her head and laughed. “You’re so damn nasty.”
“Come here and sit on this hard dick. You love ya nasty boy,” I replied, pulling my dick free of my shorts.
She gathered her dress in her hand, repositioned herself, slid down my erection, and settled her back against my chest. I wrapped an arm around her as I slowly pumped up inside of her. My movements weren’t fast, and my drive wasn’t erratic. I took my time stirring her juices up again, pushing her to the point of delirium, and sending myself to the brink of insanity.
Our sex was slow in the heat of the late night, on the other side of the park, all alone, underneath a large sycamore tree. She rode me slow and long as I thrust deep in a leisurely manner.
I kissed along the nape of her neck as my hand went to the front of her neck and slowly squeezed. She moaned, whimpered, shook, and pleaded as I drove our body temperatures past the boiling point.
By the time we came, we had been holding on for longer than I thought possible. Her body shook, and she released a shrill cry as I dropped my head back, and a barbaric sound ripped from my throat. We were both oblivious to the heat of the night and the piercing sounds of the fireworks.
I held her closer and kissed her neck as the oxygen worked its way back into our lungs.
“Thank you for this, Harlem. Thank you for everything. Today has been the best.”
