“What happened to waiting for me to initiate the sex? I was starting to think you were going to make me beg.” She arches an eyebrow and gives me a challenging grin.
“This isn’t sex. This is just good morning.” I press my gaze hard into hers as my hand slips between her thighs. “I meant what I said. I am going to wait. I’m going to wait right here until you’re ready.”
I tease her outer folds with my fingertips. A whimper that sounds close enough to “please” for me escapes her lips and I slide my middle finger into her slick, pulsating heat.
“Fuck,” I moan, knowing exactly how good that clenching is going to feel on my cock. But not yet. Not until she’s sure she wants this with me.
I kneel down, blinking through the water droplets pelting my face, and stare up at her. She arches an interested brow, and I place openmouthed kisses on her inner thighs.
She slides her fingers into my hair. The heat in her gaze is all the permission I need, but I’ll wait for the words.
“Good morning, Robyn.”
“Good morning, Dallas,” she whispers.
I wait patiently until she nods, giving me the permission I’m seeking. I won’t push her past this, but I won’t leave this shower until she’s sated.
Robyn throbs against my mouth, her hips jerking forward the moment my tongue invades the space between her folded flesh.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Y-Yes. But—”
“But?” I pull my head back to glance up at her again.
“After this, we are going out on the town, Dallas. I’m serious.”
I pull her delicate clit into my mouth once more before answering. “You got it, pretty girl. After this.”
“I can’t believe I’ve never been here before. I wanted to get Leaving Amarillo a few shows in the area but it just never worked out.” I look around at the colorful fabric of culture that is New Orleans. Every corner is painted and decorated like they’re prepared for a yearlong festival.
“Same here,” Robyn says, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the crowd. “I’ve always wanted to come, but I just never got the chance. This is why I love my job. I get to travel and see the world.”
“That the only reason?”
Her eyes widen and I wink to let her know I’m playing around. Except I’m not sure that I am.
“Of course not.” She nudges me in the side. “I have great insurance benefits and a 401(k), too.”
I reach for her, tickling her around the rib cage hard until she cries out.
“Okay, okay! Stop! I might enjoy the fact that I get to see you. A little.”
“You’ve seen me a lot more than a little.” I growl softly, then kiss her below the ear.
She whimpers when I let my hands drift lower. “Dallas, we’re in public.”
“I don’t remember that bothering you,” I say, recalling a time after graduation when we indulged in some very public sexual acts in very crowded areas. Thankfully everyone else was too wasted to notice.
“You are so bad,” she tells me.
“You love it.”
Her silence tells me that I’m right. For the next hour we sightsee like she wanted, popping in and out of little shops and even buying some strange voodoo candles. We feed each other beignets and I kiss powdered sugar from her lips.
We grab gumbo for dinner and eat outside on a patio at a place on a busy street corner.
“It’s like it never stops here,” she says. “Like the city has its own heartbeat and it’s just constantly alive and awake.”
Beside us a woman, or it might be a man dressed as a woman, hell if I know, is being shoved into a police car. On the opposite corner a group of young men in tighty whities and wigs and lots of glittery makeup are pole dancing on some building pillars.
“Yeah, it’s alive and awake all right. And parts of it are fucking weird.”
Robyn laughs at my discomfort. “We’re a long way from Amarillo, country boy.”