Damien leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I whispered back. The rum on his lips permeated the air around me and gave me tingles. And his cologne! I had gone to heaven. He sat right against me, his arm wrapped around behind as he leaned in and whispered again.
“Would you say we brightened the evening?”
“Mhm,” I replied, closing my eyes to the sensation of his nose grazing my ear. I got goosebumps down my neck, and as he whispered again, I nearly slid off the seat.
“When’s the last time a man made you feel good?”
“Too long,” I said with a slight chuckle. It was true enough to be a little embarrassing. I looked up at him to find his deep blue eyes staring back at me, peeling away my layers—and my clothes too. I could only dream of what he would do to me if we were somewhere alone.
“Is that right?” His voice was deep and melodic then, almost like a distant call from some uncharted island.
“Oh yes,” I said to him, still looking into those eyes. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth for a slow bite. Damien’s eyes shot to my mouth, then he lifted his hand to my face and caressed me. Gently, slowly, he thumbed over my lip as I released it. He drew a grin. With my face still in his grasp, he tilted my head and kissed my neck. Jazz notes echoed off the brick walls as I closed my eyes for a moment. Cranberry on my tongue, ocean waters cologne drifting near my nose. More kisses, more jazz, more Damien.
“Have you ever been fingered by a stranger?” he whispered in my ear. By now, all I could do was shake my head. My body felt light for the first time in forever. No more stress from the wedding, nothing about work going through my mind. Just me and what I wanted. And that was Damien.
He slid his hand over my thigh, then warm fingers trailed up beneath my skirt. Around to the inside, he tickled my leg just slightly. I let out a soft giggle, but no one in the room noticed. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I loved it! We sat in the dark, up against the tall booth seats that smelled of leather and whiskey. Damien’s fingers traveled toward my knee as I squeezed my legs together. His lips on my neck, kissing and humming as the pianist hit his notes. Loud pings on the piano, more whiskey, more rum. Cranberry bursting on my tongue.
Damien pressed himself against me, and more of his cologne permeated my air. I rolled my head back and kept my eyes closed. His hand slid up to my center, inching closer as he teased me.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
I moaned but didn’t truly answer.
“Tell me.”
I rolled my head to face him. Opening my eyes into slits, I could see the hunger on Damien’s face. He didn’t just want to touch me, he wanted to own me. It gave me chills to see his eyes so sharp, so focused. His fingers walked up and down my thigh as he awaited my answer. One song ended, and another began immediately. Now there were trumpets and saxophones in the background. The mood turned lively, and it felt like my body was trembling to the beat.
“Touch me,” I whispered to Damien. “Touch me.”
He drew a grin. His fingers, warm and soft, walked up my inner thigh, this time all the way. No going back now. I was already throbbing and wet. I wanted him to feel me, to turn that grin into a full-blown smile of satisfaction. He kissed my neck, groaning my name as his fingers found my panties. He peeled over one side and touched me. Chills and tingles traveled down my legs. My body warmed in his hands.
He nudged my ear with his nose and growled, deep and melodic, “That’s nice.”
He had to be smiling now.
I reached out for something to hold onto but found nothing but the cold leather seat. Then, to the other side, Damien. I gripped onto his suit pants, wrinkling the smooth fabric in my fist as Damien went to work. Gentle, rhythmic circles kept me on edge. His fingers traced the outline of my clit, then he pressed for a second to make me tremble. He continued on, swirling around to arouse me further. Not that I needed much of that. I was on the edge already. I could feel the throbbing pulses of my heartbeat all the way through my thighs and ass.
Damien kissed and nibbled at my ear. “You’ve been wet since we walked in the door, haven’t you?” he groaned. Goosebumps trailed down my neck and over my chest. I gave him a nod, and as I did, his fingers dipped into me, pulling the wetness up over my clit as he caressed me in firm circles. I grabbed his pants tight and bit my lip.