"You like that?"
She nodded shakily.
I wanted to know everything about her body, how she reacted, the sensitive spots. I wanted to make her feel so good that I ruined her for other men. That wasn't something I'd ever thought about before. But I was lost to these new feelings.
I licked and sucked, then flicked her clit with the intention of driving her wild. Her fingers tugged at my hair as if she hung on a precipice and needed me to send her over. I used a finger to enter her, barely containing my urge to be inside her.
She bit her lip. "I'm so close."
I used a second finger to pump inside her while I circled her clit with my tongue. Her muscles tightened, and her body went still. Then she was convulsing around me.
"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers." I wasn't usually a talker during sex, but she brought it out in me. There was this overwhelming sense of tenderness. I wanted to take care of her.
When she calmed, I pulled out my fingers and licked them. I stood. Her fingers encircled my dick. Every rational thought disappeared. I couldn't remember what my plan was for her. Instead, I focused on the pressure of her fingers.
I wanted more.
She slid to her knees, and I was powerless to tell her no. How could I when she looked so gorgeous at my feet, looking up at me, her tongue licking the precum?
She tightened her grip and sucked me into her mouth. The motion was so unexpected; I let my head fall back. The sensations rippled through my body. The heat of her mouth, the tight grip of her hand. She pumped and sucked, removing every rational thought from my brain.
I lowered my head so that I could watch her. The sight was so erotic; I was close to losing control. I rested a hand in her hair to ground myself, but I couldn't seem to grab onto reality. Everything was slipping away, all logic and reason. My mainstays in any relationship. If I lost those, then I was vulnerable to getting hurt.
I wanted to be the man she deserved. But how was that possible with my past?
There was so much determination swirling in her eyes. She wanted me to feel good. And I wanted to let go. I focused on her, blocking out everything else, and the orgasm tingled at the base of my spine. The sight of her lips stretched wide around my dick was all I needed for the orgasm to overtake me.
She swallowed, and I helped her to stand, feeling like I'd lost the strength in my legs. We quickly finished in the shower. Then we stepped out. I grabbed a towel to dry her off. Then one for myself.
We tumbled into bed naked to escape the cool air.
This was my favorite place to be. There was nothing between us, and our bodies were sated. She curled up against my side, her head on my shoulder, and my hand played with the strands of her hair.
"Today was good."
"I'm glad the parade was a success."
"It made me think that I could do more," she said hesitantly.
"What do you mean?" I asked, wishing I could see her face.
"I don't want to follow the blueprint from the year before; I might want to add something. For example, Hattie's hot chocolate truck is so popular; I'd love to have her in town permanently. But it's not my decision to make. I'd need to run it by Eve."
"She is your boss." I understood the need for hierarchy. I wouldn't want my crew making decisions without consulting me. I had the bigger picture in mind, one the crew on the ground didn't always consider.
"Are you saying I should do what I'm told and leave it at that?" Aspen shifted so she could see my face.
I sighed, out of my depth in this conversation. I saw things in black-and-white, right and wrong. My dad was bad, so I avoided being anything like him. "I'd talk to Eve and see if she agrees with your changes."
"That's what I was thinking. I wish I had more autonomy, and I never will in this job. Natasha and Eve own the town. I'm just a temporary employee." She sounded defeated.
"That doesn't mean you can't dream about something different."
"This is the first job in forever that I actually could see myself doing, but not if I'm stuck in a box that someone else made."
I suspected that had been her problem all along. She wanted to forge her own path but kept trying to fit into the box to please her parents. "You don't have to settle."
"I'm never going to find another job like this. And even if I do, I won't have the independence to do what I want. I would always be under someone else's supervision."