She’s unbelievable.
Everchanging.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
I don’t plan to, baby.
“Please– don’t– don– ahhhhh.”
Her pussy blessed me with mounds of creamy, fluffiness. It leaked from her center like filling from a donut hole. Her slime covered my fingers. She was slippery to the touch, but still I pressured the button that uprooted her.
“Please– please… oh my God… Saint.”
Her hand caught a hold of my wrist. The veins in her face protruded. She’d reached her end. Her climax had rocked her to the very core. She was visibly shaken. Visibly confused. Visibly distraught. But, in the most pleasurable way.
Let her rest. I told myself as I extracted my fingers.
A trail of her slime maintained my connection even after my fingers were surrounded by the cold air of Georgio’s. I shivered at the thought of burying my bone inside her sea. Without question, I’d never want to leave.
Nevertheless, I retracted my limbs and placed her panties back on top of that sweet, voluptuous pussy of hers. I was well aware of why she chose to wear that little sheer skirt around her waist. Rome was thin, but her pussy was thick. I couldn’t wait to lay up in that motherfucker.
I cleaned my hand with the napkin I’d placed inside of my shirt. It slipped out with ease. Rome’s thighs were next. Once she was decent enough, I lifted her from the table. I wrapped her arms around my shoulders and smoothed her hair down on her head. My lips pressed against hers.
“You did good, Mellow.”
I lifted her into my arms and then lowered her into her seat. I made my way back to my chair and had a seat as well. The table was still empty. We were surrounded by dishes. But, I didn’t give a damn about the mess I’d made. Not between her legs. In her head. Or of the table.
“Now. For dinner.” I cleared my throat, wiping my arm across my mouth to clear what was left of Rome.
She sat in the seat across from me, struggling to regain her composure. Her chest made it evident she had yet to wrap her head around what had just happened.
“Would you like a drink, Mellow?”
She nodded rapidly. “Two.”
NINE
Bomp.
“Ahhhh!” I gasped, braking completely.
My hands flew in the air as my head ducked in between my shoulders.
“Easy, baby. Easy on the brakes. Remember, slowly lower your foot on the pedal. Now, let’s go. Start from up here.”
I looked ahead where Saint was pointing. Every orange cone he’d set out in the enormous parking lot was turned over. I’d hit everything in sight, including the makeshift stop sign.
“You know, Saint,” I breathed, “There’s a reason my entire family gave up on teaching me, right?”
“I don’t care, Rome. You’re going to learn to drive.”
“I have drivers. I’ll never be alone long enough to drive myself anywhere, anyway. It’s pointless,” I reminded him.
“I saw that look in your eyes. It doesn’t matter that you don’t have to drive. I know you want to. It looks risky and it feels risky to you. That’s because a woman like you barely takes risks, if any at all. You keep it safe. Security and stability are your crutches.”
“I can think of at least one risk I’ve taken,” I admitted, turning to look at Saint.
He was still dressed in running gear. I was supposed to be underneath the shower head allowing the water to cascade down my body after having a well-balanced breakfast. Instead, he shoved me into his car and demanded we have our first driving lesson.
