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Getting on his knees, he slides his hands up my thighs and underneath my dress. The feel of his strong fingers grazing the soft skin of my inner thighs sends a shiver down my spine. He fingers the elastic band of my white cotton panties, teasing me.
“But first, I want to touch you.” Glancing up, he gives me a wicked grin. “Hold on tight, baby. You’re in for a treat.”
My ass bumps up against the railing behind me, the only thing between me and this city. I wrap my fingers around the cold metal, clinging tightly. “Are we really doing this?”
“No turning back now.” He reaches the apex of my thighs and his fingers slide up, down, teasing my now slick and aching core. His long, slender fingers find the edge of the cotton panties, pulling them to the side. I can feel the cool air on my heated flesh, a sensation that only heightens the anticipation of his touch.
His rough hands glide over my saturated lips, then dip lower, parting my folds and finding my entrance. Two fingers slide inside me, pumping slowly, rhythmically, in sync with my own breathing. As he touches me, he takes my hand in his other. His lips find my other hand and he kisses each finger one by one, leaving a trail of passion and desire down to my palm, kissing while stroking my pussy.
I can feel myself getting wetter with every stroke of his fingers, the desire and anticipation building up inside me.
The coolness in the air brushes over me, a reminder that I’m still standing in the open space of the rooftop, cars and people everywhere around us, eating in their dining rooms, watching television in their living rooms. Anyone could look out their window, glancing over the Mark Hotel rooftop.
And would they see me? Standing here? His fingers inside me?
He pulls out his fingers slowly, leaving my pussy wet and aching for more.
“Oh, god. Please don’t stop.”
“It’s time to get those panties down. I want to kiss your pretty pussy and run my tongue over your clit. Taste you. Smell you. Devour you. My dessert.”
Heat and nerves flow through me, waiting for him to continue. I don’t want him to stop. But I’m also overwhelmed by the idea of being eaten out here in public. And having him buried in my pussy for the first time.
Will he like the way I taste? Will he enjoy going down on me? Will I enjoy it?
If he’s half as good with his mouth as he is with his fingers, I know I will.
He keeps his eyes on me, obviously enjoying the flush of my shame as he tugs my panties over my hips. He slides them slowly down my legs. He lowers himself to one knee, kneeling on the hard concrete rooftop floor.
“Lift.”
I obey, delicately lifting one foot then the other as I hold that railing tight. He takes the panties in his hand, watching my face as my blush deepens. I can feel the heat crawling up over my cheeks as he brings the panties to his face, deeply inhaling their scent.
“God, you smell so good, baby. It turns me on.” Slipping them into his pocket for safekeeping, he lifts my dress. His curious fingers reach for me, now bare to him.
As his fingers travel, I can feel him slipping his tongue between my folds, tasting my arousal. My hips buck forward, inviting him in deeper, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of my pussy. I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath against my most intimate parts, the tickle of his five o’clock shadow against my skin, the building pleasure that starts to take over.
I lock my fingers into his hair, holding him closer to me, wanting more of his touch, more of his wet kisses. “Please, don’t stop,” I beg.
Cupping my ass in both his hands, he complies, sliding his tongue deeper inside me, exploring my most intimate places. Strong fingertips dig into my soft flesh. My body responds to his touch, my hips bucking up against him, my breath catching in my throat. My fingers leave his hair, my hands reaching back to cling to the railing once more.
His fingers find their way back to my hungry core, sliding deep inside me, stroking me rhythmically, his thumb rubbing my clitoris in a circular motion. The sensations are overwhelming, as if my entire body is on fire, wanting more of his touch.
I can feel myself getting closer, my body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. I grip the rail tighter as the sounds of the city dissolve in the background. The only sound is my ragged breath, my moans getting louder.
“Please, more,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asks, his voice low and raspy.
“Yes, yes!” I cry out, my body arching off the rail in response to his touch.
His mouth finds my pussy once more, and increases the pace, his tongue licking and sucking at me with a fervor that is almost frantic. His fingers work in tandem, stroking me deeper, his thumb rubbing harder and faster against my clit.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp, my body shaking with the force of it. “I’m going to come, Rockwell.”
And then, I shatter into a million pieces. My body convulses, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I come.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stands, taking my trembling body in his arms. He holds me against him as I come back to earth.
