Page 83 of Made to Love Ya

“How?” he asked with his lips pressed against my neck and then lightly sucked there.

“Because I can’t hold back my moans when you make me feel this way. You know I’m loud and that I’m a screamer.”

“Then don’t scream, baby,” he stated and pushed his fingers deeper inside of me.

My fingers clutched the edge of the blanket, and I bit my bottom lip, trying to hold my moans inside. He continued working me over until I threw my arms up and behind me to loop around his neck.

“The way you arching that back with them titties in the air, everybody’s gonna know what we’re doing.”

“Mmm.”

“If they can’t tell by that moan. They’ll know if you don’t open your eyes,” Izael whispered and shoved another finger inside of me.

My eyes flew open because somehow he had fit four fingers in me, and he pulled them in and out repeatedly until I released on his fingers.

“Zae!” I shrieked, overwhelmed by the emptiness I felt without his fingers.

“Just wanted to make sure that you were paying attention,” he teased.

I sat forward a little and watched as he sucked his fingers clean and winked at me.

“You’re no good.”

“Mm. Is that what you tell the man who’s about to make you explode in this park?”

“You’re not playing fair.”

“Am I? Just trying to satisfy my urges too.”

“I mean, you can always take me home and get more of me.”

“Oh, trust me. I plan on doing that too. But the way you was working that back and clenching that pussy around my fingers made me experience FOMO like a muthafucka.”

“Well, sir, could you please finish what you started?” I begged.

“Here. Lay back, and let me help you unwind.”

I did as he told me and splayed my legs wide on either side of his legs. This time, Izael rubbed my clit softly until it almost drove me crazy with need. My belly ached with need, and my pussy clenched with desire.

I wanted more. As if he could read my thoughts, Izael buried two fingers inside of me while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I jerked my hips forward as he scissored his fingers inside of me. The feeling of completeness that washed over me with his fingers inside of me, his thumb on my button, and his lips on my neck was insane.

I was overwhelmed, and my body was so sensitive to his touch I could no longer hold back. I bit my lip as I moaned and whimpered before I told him, “I’m about to cum, Zae.”

“I’m right here to catch you when you fall, baby. Give it to me.”

“Zae.”

“Hmm?”

“I can’t…I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby. Just let go. Right here.”

Strangers were all around us, dancing and swaying to the sound of the saxophone and other musical instruments by the other musicians on stage with Candy Dulfer. I knew they weren’t paying any attention to me, but I didn’t care if they were. This was all that mattered to me, right here and now. Connecting and unwinding with the man of my dreams was the perfect climax, literally and metaphorically, to a long, exhausting day.

He pulled his fingers out of me and asked, “You want to taste?”

I gripped his hand and sucked his fingers clean. I moaned at the taste of my essence that coated his fingers.

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