“I can’t,” she protests faintly.
“I think you can. At least let me try to help you?”
She sighs, half resignation, half pleasure because my mouth is now on her neck. “Okay,” she relents. “I’ll try to forget about the camera tonight.”
I give her neck one last nip and then straighten up, reaching for my bag.
“Wait, now?” she asks, sounding horrified. “While there’re still people here?”
I give her an evil grin. “Are you being modest, Devi Dare?”
“There’s a difference between modest and law-abiding,” she shoots back.
Undeterred, I dig out the camera and turn it on, setting it on the ledge so it’s aimed at our corner. While I adjust the settings to compensate for the dim light, Devi lists off all the reasons it’s a bad idea to film right now.
“We could get caught. We could get thrown out. We could get arrested. They’ll find out you didn’t have the right permits and you could get fined. Even Vida could get in trouble.”
Satisfied that the camera is set up well, I walk towards her and slowly back her into the wall. Her voice falters and her words trail off as my stomach touches hers, and then she gasps as my hips move forward and I press my growing erection into her.
“I’m not ignoring your concerns,” I tell her, sliding one hand around her waist and the other up her neck to hold the side of her face. “But I want you to trust me. Let me take on your concerns, and I promise to take care of you. I’ll be responsible for you—for us—and I’ll make sure we don’t get caught.”
I feel her hesitate, and even though I want nothing more than to seal my lips over hers and kiss the resistance right out of her, I have to know whether or not this is an actual limit for her.
I use my hand to guide her face so that she’s looking at me. “Devi, it’s okay if this is a boundary. Being in public. All you have to do is tell me.”
She worries at her bottom lip with her teeth, and then she finally shakes her head. “As long as you listen for anyone…”
“I give you my solemn vow.”
“...then I guess it’s okay.”
“You guess? I need more than that, Cass.”
She takes a breath. “I’m sure it’s okay.”
“I don’t know how much better that is.” I’m full hard now, and all I want is to start, but I have to know that she feels safe and comfortable. Otherwise, no dice. “It seems like you’re uncertain...do you want to try it and then if you need to stop, we can stop?”
Her forehead wrinkles. “Like with using a safe word?”
“Right, but you can just snap your fingers if you’d like.” I’ve found that many girls struggle to vocalize their limits, even with permission, and sometimes things like snapping fingers are easier.
“Okay. I’ll snap my fingers if I want to stop. But I don’t think I’ll need to.” She gives me a small smile. “I trust you.”
“Thank God,” I exhale. “I didn’t know how much longer I could keep from kissing you.”
“Then don’t wait any longer,” she says, and I don’t. I do have something to prove, after all.
I lower my face, brushing across her mouth once, twice, three times before I firmly settle my lips against hers. For a minute, everything seems singularly slow and distinct: her small inhalations and exhalations tickling the skin above my upper lip, the way her hand finds the back of my neck to pull me even closer to her, the way my heart pounds in my chest as I cradle her face against mine. And then time catches up with us all in a rush, Devi’s fingers finding my hair and pulling, my hand dropping down past her hip. I ruck up her skirt until my hand finds the bare skin of her ass and then I’m grabbing and squeezing the delicious curve of firm flesh, my cock leaping every time my fingers dig into her skin.
She’s just as busy, her other hand finding the bottom of my shirt and then sliding up my stomach to trail lines of light scratches across my abs. I hiss as she finds a flat nipple and pinches it, the sensation traveling straight to my dick.
I deepen the kiss, parting her lips with mine and licking inside her mouth. It’s sweet, like the cotton candy she ate earlier, and warm—and like a lightning strike, I remember that she’s going to suck me off with that sweet, warm mouth, and I have to pull back for a second to clear my head.
“What?” she murmurs, using the break in the kiss to move her mouth to my neck, sucking and biting hard enough to bruise, and I have to wrap my hands around the brick ledge to keep from shoving her to her knees right then and there.
Keep control, you asshat.
After all, I am supposed to be proving something to her, right? Not simply proving how much I want her to go down on me. I’m going to prove to her how real and how organic we can be, even with the camera.
Resolve renewed, I take a step back. “Turn around,” I say, keeping my voice quiet to account for the people enjoying the art mere feet away.
Biting her lower lip, she pivots so that she’s facing the wall. I lean forward enough that my mouth comes close to her ear. “Brace your hands against the wall,” I whisper.
She shivers and more of those delightful goose bumps appear, and she obeys, her slender hands spread wide and flat against the brick. The thin dress she’s wearing has ridden up slightly in back, and I place a hand in the middle of her shoulder blades and push her forward even more, so that the hem of the dress barely clears her ass.
And then I drop down to my knees, my palms sliding up the back of her thighs to her rump. I inch the hem of her skirt up until she’s mostly uncovered and then I spread her cheeks to see a thin strip of lace covering her pussy. She’s wearing a thong, as white as fresh snow, and I get the most maddening glimpses of what that lace is hiding—tiny curlicues of glistening pink, small semi-circles of smooth bronze.