Epilogue
Grogoth - One year later
“Leave the curtain open, Damion, thank you.” I feel Arielle squirm under the table. “We like to watch the band.”
“Of course, sir.”
Alone in our private booth, I turn my smirk onto my sweet hummingbird. She grins right back. I put my left arm around her on the back of the booth and reach below with my right, sliding it between her upper thighs, which part for me readily.
“Do you remember?” I punctuate my point by sliding further up, up, until my thumb grazes her cunt, coming away with a little string of her sweet nectar. I chuckle. “Ahh, so you do.”
“How could I not?” she giggles, her gaze flicking to the band and back. “It was our first date and you already knew exactly how to drive me mad.”
“When I discovered you’d spent years getting aroused by your little show for me, I knew you liked it.” I lean close, brushing her ear with my nose. “Being watched.”
Her breath hitches, her body tensing. One hand closes around my wrist under the tablecloth. A flood of wetness surges over my knuckle as I realize what had both scared her and turned her on—the arrival of Damion.
“Here is that appetizer. Do we know what we would like to eat?”
I turn my most charming smile onto the server and list the first two dishes to come to mind. He departs and I turn back to Ari, who looks absolutely distraught.
“Do you think he could tell?” she asks.
“Maybe.”
She whimpers and rolls her hips, riding my hand while the band starts to play their next song, a jazz number with lots of sax. I slip two fingers inside her and watch with pride and amusement as she tries to fuck them without being obvious, her nipples pebbling profusely against her cotton dress.
“You are a naughty witch,” I chuckle. She blushes. I capture her mouth, letting her lower lip linger in my teeth. “Happy Bliss Day, hummingbird. I love you.”
“I l-l-love you t-too—ohhhh,” she mutters incoherently as I add a third finger and swirl her clit with my thumb, just as the server approaches with a soft cough.
“Leave them on the table, thank you, Damion,” I say without looking away from the very obvious orgasm on Ari’s face.
The server scurries away and Ari’s orgasm twitches to conclusion. I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.
“You’re everything to me,” I tell her truthfully. “I’ll spend the rest of my days making you cum for me, in public, in our home, anywhere you wish. If you’ll have me.”
“There’s nothing else I wish in the whole world.”
THE END.