There were a few people around the fountain but not enough to spoil their time together.
“Wow,” she said.
Chris stopped, giving her enough time to enjoy the view. “I know it’s not some landmark or anything. To me, this is beautiful.”
Lights surrounded the base of the fountain lighting the water up like a running glow. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. At least nothing as good as this in the city,” she said.
“Come. Sit and eat.” They took their seats on the edge. Erica ran her hand in the water. Chris pulled out a coin and handed it to her. “Make a wish and pay the toll.”
“I’m not a child,” she said, refusing to take the coin.
“I know. This is fun, and who can’t believe in wishes?” To show her, he closed his eyes, made a wish, and threw the coin in.
“You made a wish?”
“Yes.”
I wished for you to be happy.
He grabbed another coin and handed it to her. She took it, staring from him to the coin and back again.
“I don’t need to know your wish. Just once let go and believe in something that cannot be explained.”
She stared at the coin, before she held it close to her chest, whispered something he couldn’t hear, and then threw it into the water.
He held out her box of fried chicken. She gazed at him for several moments before taking the box from him.
“I’ve never done that before,” she said.
“Thrown coins into a fountain?”
She nodded her head. Chris didn’t ask any further questions. He knew she held a lot in about her past. When she was ready, she’d share with him.
“Thank you,” she said.
“What for?”
“For not asking. So many people want to know everyone’s past. I’m not ready to talk about it.”
He took out a burger, eating the few pieces of lettuce that had escaped. “Sometimes it gets easier if you talk with someone, but I also know keeping it in can be the best.”
Erica smiled, taking a bite of her fried chicken. Watching her eat was special to him. Most women picked at salads as if they had mold or something on them. Erica dug in, taking chunks of chicken and the coleslaw he handed to her.
“Wow, this tastes good,” she said.
“Burger is great. Take a bite.” He offered up his food, and she took some. Watching her teeth sink into the bun made him smile. His dick twitched with how open she was. Even after the crap he’d said to her all that time ago, she still kept herself open like a book.
“Okay, this food is too damn good. Have some chicken.” She pulled some off and fed it to him from her fingers. He licked her fingers that held the chicken. Her gasp filled the air, making his dick harden. Chris remembered that gasp. He knew her juice would be pooling in her panties, and her slit would be red and creamy.
“Tastes good.” He wasn’t referring to the chicken. The memory of her pussy was still clear in his mind. The years melted away, and the only people who remained were Erica and he. If he could go back in time he would do things differently. On the Monday he never would say the horrid words that had come out of his mouth. When he really thought about it, his actions were no different from his father’s to Molly.
She looked away first. He saw the blush on her cheeks. The rise and fall of her chest showed her rapid breathing. Gazing down her body, he saw her pointed nipples and farther down, the unmistakable tightening of her legs. His woman was turned on.
Putting the food down and out of the way, he moved closer to her. Her chicken was discarded. Chris cupped her cheek, turning her face to look at him. He ran his thumb along the bottom lip. Her tongue peeked out, stroking his thumb. What he wanted to do to her must be illegal in some countries. The need to take her now was a struggle to hold back.
“Chris, what are you doing?” Her voice held uncertainty but also lust. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but fear held her back.
“Don’t talk. I’m doing what I should have done on that Monday morning.” Before she could protest, he slammed his lips down on hers, taking away whatever protest she may have had.
She gave way to his touch. Her lips opened, giving him access inside her mouth. He plundered inside, tasting her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders where she gripped him. Chris wanted her to mark him. He tilted her head back, deepening the kiss, giving her no choice but to give into his touch. She melted in the same way she had done three years ago. Pushing the blonde strands off her face, he held her hair in his fist. Her little cries of pleasure made his cock pulse, leaking pre-cum out of the tip. He growled against her lips before moving down to her neck.
He kissed along her delicate neck, nibbling and biting. For a few seconds he thought about Ben, and he bit down, sucking on her flesh. He may be a well-respected businessman, but Ben was a challenge he wanted rid of. Seeing his love bite on her neck would make his intentions clear.