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His mouth found her shoulder and teeth gently grazed the muscle as two fingers brushed over her swollen, wet folds.
“Like that?”
“More.”
With expert attention, he spread her pussy lips and slid one thick finger deep inside her.
“God you’re so wet. I want my tongue inside of you. I can still taste you and I want it again.”
“Do I taste good?”
He pulled his finger out of her and up to his mouth, licking up one side of it. She turned her head and licked up the other side.
“Mmm, so good,” she said, sucking around the base of his finger so the sweet tang of her juices coated her tongue, fueling the fire building within her. Brian continued to play with her erect nipple and work his groin against her ass. To the casual observer they were lost in the rhythm of the music, two lovers dancing as one. No one the wiser. Our little secret, she thought as her heart raced. But, she wanted more. Feeling the exhilaration of risk, she pushed his hand back down to her bare skin, guided him back under her skirt, between her legs.
His hips never stopped moving, swaying back and forth, around and again, his fingers spreading her swollen folds open, circling around her aching clit, dipping inside her, stroking along her deep crease, the pressure of his rock hard cock rubbing against her ass, all in time with the music. Her breath came in steady little pants as he worked her, dragging a gentle suction of kisses up the long line of her neck to the tiny depression behind her earlobe.
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“I want you,” she let out in a sultry moan, feeling the tiny spasms of pleasure increasing as his fingers thrust inside of her.
“Where?” He added a third finger to her hole, stretching her in a tease, and pressing in deep.
She gasped as he filled her, looking around to make sure all eyes were still ahead. It was the start of a new song.
“Here.” Pressing into his cock, she lifted the back of her long skirt so that her bare ass was hugging him through his pants.
He groaned and ground against her, thrusting his fingers deep into her one more time before withdrawing them to paint tiny circles around her clit. He pulled away from her so her hands fit between them. She rubbed his enormous cock, wishing she could wrap her mouth around it, and then pulled the zipper down carefully. While she preferred no panties at all, Brian was a boxer man. Concentrating hard on the task at hand, while having her clit worked in relentless excess, she freed his penis and stroked him.
“So wet.” Smearing her creamy fluids over her lips and creases with one hand, he withdrew the other from her shirt and she could feel him reaching through her legs from behind. One hand gently pinched her erect clit, making her cry out in a muffled moan of pleasure, while the other teased her opening. She was suddenly sure she’d never be able to stay quiet enough not to attract the attention of everyone around them. But it was too late to stop now. The tip of his penis rested against her ass as he played with her. She began to stroke it with a firm grasp. The hand at her hole suddenly stopped and retracted. As if connected through telepathy, she spread her legs a few inches further apart, almost coming as she did it. No one was looking. She could feel his stance change slightly and the bulging head of his cock press up between her legs to her slick hole. She tilted her pelvis back, offering herself to him, begging him to fill her.
He started to slide in, pushing up into her slowly. She was looking forward, standing still, breathing hard, beginning to climax, when the man standing in front of her turned around, checking out the crowd. His eyes stopped on her and raked down her body in appreciation as she stood motionless, her pussy contracting wildly with Brian’s cock still sliding up into her, shielded only by the sheer fabric of her skirt. She stared at him, her controlled expression one of complete disinterest, until the stranger looked back up at the stage, and she came in an explosion around Brian’s penetrating cock.
Waves of searing heat and pleasure pulled from every nerve in her body, collecting in a tidal wave of intensity deep within her core. Her legs started to give out under her as she panted, trying not to scream. Brian’s strong arm immediately came around her waist holding her tight against him. Wrapped up together in a spell, no one on the planet but them, nothing more important than their immediate union, bodies and souls fusing as one.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby,” he said against her ear as he thrust into her. His other hand moved back under her skirt to her pussy, his palm cupping her, guiding her movement in rhythm to the music, as his middle finger circled her pleasure nub. “I’m going to make you come again.”
She moved under his direction, lost in ecstasy as he stretched her to take him. She watched the crowd, unable to control the pressure building within her, harder, faster. They moved together until she was no longer moving herself. Supported by the backs of Brian’s solid thighs and iron grip around her waist, she felt him pumping in and out of her as she watched the crowd, trying not to scream. It was building fast. He ground against her back, thrusting deeper. So good. Deeper and deeper, until, gasping, she came in a series of silent spasms.
Brian rocked her slowly then, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. Kissing her shoulders until every last wave was through. And then he withdrew and lowered her skirt. With a quick adjustment he returned his unspent organ to its khaki prison and, still supporting her, turned her to face him.
He pulled her in close and leaned down into a slow and tender kiss, brushing his lips over hers with a back and forth motion, sinking into it with infinite care. When he pulled back, he said, “Dance with me.”
Amber leaned her cheek against his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart over the music from the stage. He stroked her hair as they swayed together, dancing with the crowd.
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When they returned to the street, it was after two a.m. The night air was cool and pedestrian traffic light. Amber couldn’t believe how late it was. They’d talked for hours and the time had simply slipped away. She lost track of everything in Brian’s company. Time, inhibitions, impulse control. It was fantastic. So good, that every time she stopped to think about just how good it was, she tensed with apprehension. She didn’t get vulnerable. It didn’t happen to her. And yet, she couldn’t stop worrying about losing this feeling she’d never had before.
Brian was one of the most handsome and genuinely sexy men she’d ever met. And more than all of his exceptional physical attributes put together, he was the most interesting. His stories charmed her, his tenderness warmed her, and his every touch—every look—excited her. He knew about everything and they shared so many common interests that at one point she had to stop him and get him to swear that he wasn’t just trying to hustle her. He’d simply laughed and asked why, so he could get into her pants? They’d both laughed and she’d decided to take his word for it.
Now they were walking along the sidewalk, past darkened storefronts, holding hands and talking softly about their families.
“Three brothers and two sisters? Oh, your poor mother!”
“Yeah, a good Catholic bunch,” he joked. “But it’s nice. As much as we hassled each other as kids, now it’s like having five best friends. Even as scattered as we are.”
Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew his wallet and showed her a picture of his family.
