She chewed on her lip and glanced in the back seat. “I brought my boots, just in case. I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be,” I said, reaching out to hold her hand as I rounded another coastal curve. “It’s going to be fun. I promise.”
Her grip on my hand was like a vise when we pulled into the parking lot of the casino.
“Do you trust me?” I asked. I didn’t realize how nervous I was to hear her answer until the words left my lips.
Her big doe eyes scanned the parking lot and eventually landed on me. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Think so?” I laughed. “Love the vote of confidence.”
“I’m not so good with words.”
“Woman! You make almost a full living on your words alone.” She chuckled, but I pressed on. “I know you trust me to some degree, considering the choice of shoe you wore. But I am going to ask you to trust me with one more thing before we head in.” I drove around the building and parked in the extended lot. It was nearly empty, one or two cars dotting the sea of open parking spaces.
“What is it?” she whispered.
I turned off the engine and scooted closer to her, thankful for the bench seat. “I know you are nervous about tonight.”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I want to do this with you, I know it will be fine, but it feels like skydiving, or at least what I imagine skydiving would be like. Jumping from the plane is the hardest part. I know I’ll enjoy being in there with you, making fun of bad art, drinking fancy wine, all of that. It’s justgettingin there.”
I nodded, kissing her exposed neck. When she shivered, I couldn’t help but smirk at her. “I know something that can relieve stress. A sure-fire way to help all that tension melt away.”
“What?”
“That’s what I need you to trust me with.” I scooted back to my seat and ran a hand up her leg, under the black fabric of her dress. “Lean against the door. Put your feet on the seat.” I was already guiding her legs up and twisting her body, running my fingers up her bare thigh.
“What? Oh—”
I stroked her pussy once, twice, then couldn’t hold back. I moved her panties to the side and ducked my head under her dress, pushing it up until it bunched around her waist. My tongue flicked her clit and she let out a long guttural moan.
“Trask,” she breathed, “will people see?”
“No, they won’t.” Her fingers ran through my hair. “I want to make you relax, so lean back and close your eyes.”
“Trask.”
I dove in again, twisting my body in the front seat to get a better angle of her sweet, little pussy. I sucked, licked, and nipped at her, and her soft moans grew steadily louder.
“Trask,” she said again.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered, face hovering over her clit. God, she tasted like heaven, and I was kicking myself for not doing this to her sooner.
“No, please—”
I cut her off when I sucked on her clit, her soft thighs clenched around my ears, her hand fisting my hair. She was close, but I wanted this to last longer. I snaked a hand between us and probed her entrance, teasing her. She wanted it. She needed the penetration.
“What is it, baby?” I asked, not even trying to hide my smile. “My tongue isn’t good enough?”
“It is. It is,” she whispered. “Trask,pleasestop teasing me.”
I blew across her pussy, and she shivered. I clamped down on her clit, sucking and licking, and slid two fingers into her dripping cunt. I only rubbed her a few times before curling my fingers and I felt her clench around them. Her muscles constricted and she let out a long moan, legs shaking, before she finally relaxed. There was a small sheen of sweat on her forehead when I finally looked up.
“Better?” I asked.
“Oh, my fucking god.”
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