I snag her hand and claim her fingers, shaking my head. “Let me take care of you, sweetness. I want to do something we never had time to before.”
Gripping her by the hips, I push her back a step until her ass hits the lockers, then lean over and press a kiss to her soft belly. Her panties are the same deep blue lace as her bra, hugging her hips as if painted on. I hook my index fingers into the top just below her navel, and slide them around to her hips, tugging down. My hands shake, which is crazy, but I haven’t touched a woman I had any feelings for since the last time I touched her. Of course, it could also be raw fear because of how fucking dangerous I’m sure it is to touch this woman.
Pausing with her panties just past the swell of her hips, I have to close my eyes and regroup. Her pussy is completely bare, her swollen lips shining with wetness.
“I’m so fucking dead,” I murmur even as I lean in, my mouth already watering for a taste. Her hips tilt toward me, and she inhales sharply when the tip of my tongue touches the peak of her cleft.
A low, keening moan builds inside her chest as I slide my tongue deeper, tasting her velvety wetness, the salty tang that clings to her skin. Her clit pulses under my tongue, and I sink lower, teasing the tip beneath the hood of her clit. She jerks and cries out and my body comes alive just from the sound of her pleasure. I tear her panties the rest of the way down and grab the back of her knee, hoisting her leg over my shoulder so I can bury my face against her hot flesh.
“Ay Dios!” she cries. Before, she lapsed into Spanish just like this, and it only made me hotter for her. My dick strains painfully in my jeans, but I’m too consumed by the taste of her to care. She rocks her hips toward my mouth and I lap at her wetness, sucking her clit then burying my tongue deeper. Her juices coat my lips and my chin, and she clutches at my head, panting out incoherent words that only make me hungrier.
I have to hear her come, have to feel her fall apart against my tongue. Capturing her clit again, I push two fingers into her and finger fuck her slowly, testing her body for its sweet spot. She lets out a gasp, and I know I’ve found it. I fuck her in earnest with both fingers, rubbing that spot and reveling in the way her arousal coats my hand with every thrust while I suck her clit.
I feel her coming a split second before she loses it completely. She yells my name in a husky, sex-laden voice that’s music to my ears. At the same time, her core grips my fingers so tight my knuckles grind together. I growl around her clit, flicking my tongue faster as she bucks into me. Her hands clasp her tits, thumbs and forefingers squeezing her nipples so hard it has to hurt.
I’m two seconds from pulling out my dick and hauling her on top of me when I remember I’m not the least bit prepared. Instead, I stand and hook my free arm around her, devouring her mouth while I draw her orgasm out even longer with my fingers. She shivers against me, a whimper escaping from her mouth into mine as I stroke her through the end.
I graze her clit one last time. She pulls her hips back and emits a languid laugh into my mouth, then drops her forehead to my shoulder. Her hand slides down my belly and lands on my dick. She takes a long, shaky breath, then looks up into my eyes. “Will you let me fuck you like before?”
Let her fuck me. I blink, surprised that’s how she remembers it, but then I guess it stands to reason. She was the one to instigate the first time, though in my head I was on board long before she said the words. She pushed me down onto the bench and straddled me, taking complete control over the whole event. We didn’t use a condom then, which was supremely idiotic and a mistake I never made again even though we were lucky nothing came of it. If it had, I wouldn’t be standing here today.
“I don’t have a condom.” The thought crosses my mind to take her upstairs to my apartment, where I have more than enough condoms, but I’m in deep enough shit as it is just touching her. No need to be more reckless than I already have been.
She bites her lip and looks down, hand sliding between my legs and cupping me, the caress exquisite torture. “Then let me take care of you the way you just took care of me.” She tugs at my button, and my dick twitches like it’s ready to leap out of my jeans the second it has an opening.
I’m about to tell her fuck yes when the bell over the door to my shop jingles. A familiar, deep voice calls out.
“Yo, Mad Dog!”
I go hot and cold at the sound of Leo’s voice. The fucker is early for our photo session.
Celeste’s eyes widen and she pales, scrambling back and reorienting her bra. “He can’t see me,” she whispers. “If it gets back to my dad . . . I don’t want you to get hurt again.” Her expression turns fearful and she shakes her head. She tugs her panties up, then disappears into the bathroom.
The metallic clank of the old plumbing rattles when she turns on the faucet, and the weight of what I’ve just done settles over me. Regret? Not a chance. But that doesn’t keep me from understanding what’s at stake if her
