The hair covering her mons was trim but long enough to still be silky soft. He took his time petting her, breathing in the scent of her arousal. She was sunshine and musk, all woman, and his mouth watered to taste her.
Forcing himself to go slow, he dragged one finger between the saturated folds of her pussy, amazed at how wet she’d become from sucking him. Her clit peaked out, hard and bright pink, begging for his tongue. Using just the pads of two fingers, he circled the little nub, watching her face as she tensed in pleasure. When he leaned to kiss it, she sucked air in hard and her head fell back on her shoulders, long hair swishing over the wood beneath her. “So responsive, Lily. I like that.” He leaned forward, one hand sliding up her torso and cupping a full breast. Her nipple was stiff against his palm and he took his time rolling it between his fingers as he planted more kisses along her labia.
“August. Please, August.” Her voice was breathy, low. He was already almost fully hard again. For her.
He settled in to eat her as if starved. Dragging the flat of his tongue from her pussy up to her clit before circling it and giving it a little suck. A slow rhythm to show her he was in no hurry and would let her come when he was good and ready. In three minutes, her entire body was trembling. After five, she was clutching his hair and moaning as she tried to get closer, to guide the pressure of his mouth exactly where she needed it. After ten minutes, she started begging.
When she switched to Spanish, he slid two fingers deep inside her pussy and sucked on her sweet little clit hard. She exploded, shouting, “Ah mi dios, August. No pare, por favor, no para.” As if he had any intention of stopping when the taste of her sweet come was flooding his fingers and slicking his face. Her hips ground up toward him as her cries turned to whimpers and finally to gasping.
Her torso dropped back to the table but one hand remained in his hair, brushing it back from his forehead as the last of her orgasm drained away. He gave her clit a final kiss and pulled his fingers from inside her. Rising, he bent over her, holding himself up by one arm as he traced her lips with her own essence before claiming them in a brutal kiss.
He notched his cock against her throbbing entrance and she started to raise her legs to his waist to pull him to her when she went still. “Condom, August. Hurry.”
How the fuck had he almost forgotten a condom?
Leaving her splayed on his table, he snatched up his shorts and found the condom in his wallet. Rolling it on impatiently, he moved back to her, slipping just the thick head of his dick inside. Locking his palms beneath her shoulders, he slammed more than halfway home in the first thrust. She screamed, her body arching. Without hesitation, he pulled back and gave another thrust, pushing until he was buried to his balls.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Lily. You’re milking my dick so hard.” He stared down at her face for a long moment, his body still, and whispered, “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head with a small smile, “Only in a good way.” Slicking her hands down his back, she rubbed her nipples against his chest. “More, August.” Her legs lifted higher, her heels digging into his ass cheeks and tightening their connection.
Without another word, he went up on both hands and proceeded to pound into her again, and again, and again until she was panting, screaming, sweat running into her hair and down her body. Sweat from both of them.
The first orgasm left his back with crescent indentations from her nails. Her honey flowed over him and he forced himself to keep going, to fight the tightening of his balls long enough to give her one more.
The second climax locked every muscle in her body and she sank her teeth into his shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood. The sensation was so strong nothing could have held him in check. His come spurt from the head of his dick so hard he worried about the condom, stream after stream as if he hadn’t just come an hour before. His name was an accented song whispered over and over from her lips, almost a sob.
He lowered himself to her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck. “Thank you, Lily. You’re amazing.” Her fingers raked through the hair at the base of his neck but she said nothing, simply held him back. As he began to soften, he pulled her up and into his lap as he sat in the chair. Her head collapsed to his chest and she left her hands on his waist.
When he knew he could stand with her without falling, he did. Carrying her through the small bedroom, he pulled out and set her on her feet. After disposing of the condom, he turned on the shower and when it was ready, he guided her inside.
For a long time, they simply stood silently under the water. Lily seemed shy and August felt like he’d been hit by a truck. Never had sex been like that for him. As if he’d lost himself inside a woman’s body and connected with her somehow. He was overwhelmed and he didn’t like it. He didn’t need complications. He certainly didn’t need another relationship.
Into the quiet, Lily asked, “When do you leave, August?”
The question was like a punch to his sternum, as if she could read the thoughts in his head. Clearing his throat, he said, “Three days.”
She said nothing, just nodded and kissed his pec before stepping back to wet her hair. He watched as she washed it, then her body, and realized he and his ex-wife had never showered together in all the years they’d been married. When she was done, she stepped out to the small bath rug and began to dry off. He quickly washed and when he was dry, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went in search of her.
Nothing prepared him for the sight of her slipping her feet into her sandals, fully dressed again by his front door. Before he could say anything, she stepped close and kissed his jaw. “Gracias por la hermosa tarde, August. For the beautiful afternoon. I will not forget it. Or you.” Going up on tiptoe, she left a fragile kiss on his lips and slipped through the door before he could wrap his mind around her words.
Chapter Three
August didn’t follow her. The next day, he returned to the cantina and Marcio told him she wouldn’t be in. Still, he lingered over his food and drank several more beers than he usually did. Part of him knew he was waiting to see if Lily would appear.
She didn’t.
What he didn’t understand was the irrational anger he felt about it. He was the one who’d set boundaries. She was adhering to them at his request, his insistence, really.
She wasn’t there again the day before he was to leave and this time he left her a note asking her to call him or let him take her to dinner before he left. There was no response and he wondered at his rising panic that he’d leave Puerto Vallarta without ever seeing her again.
The morning of his flight, he considered delaying it but forced himself to pack instead. He sat down at the table where he’d taken her…he hadn’t even been considerate enough to fuck her on a bed he belatedly realized…and wrote her a letter.
Lily,
I enjoyed meeting you, talking to you. The time we spent
together will remain with me for the rest of my life. It filled
up a hollow place inside me that I thought would always be
empty. Thank you for that.
If you ever want to talk, or if you ever visit the States,
my contact information is below. I don’t have any other
information about you except the bar but I’ll write you there.
I’m sorry if I hurt you. That was never my intention.
August
The cab arrived and he dropped the letter off at the restaurant where Lily still had not appeared. There was no more time. His real life waited for him in Boston. First, he was stopping to visit his parents in Miami. His fourth such trip since his separation and divorce from Madeline. He had a lot to make up for.
His mother picked him up from the airport, insisting as she always did that she loved having every moment possible with him and a taxi wasn’t necessary. As he waited for his luggage, she appeared beside him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Mom, you didn’t have to park and come in.”
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bsp; She was small and slender, a blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty. The light of his father’s life. “Don’t be ridiculous. I wanted to see you as soon as possible.” She stepped back, holding him at arm’s length, and smiled, “You look wonderful, darling. That trip was just what you needed.”
“Thanks. I think so, too.”
Grabbing his suitcase from the carousel, he held out his arm to her and she took it with a mini hug. “I’ve missed you. Tell me how you’ve been. What did you do while you were away?”
“I…” his voice trailed off as the only thought that entered his mind from three weeks in another country was about Lily. “Nothing. I hung out, ate, and drank beer.”
“No ladies? Really? I can hardly believe that. You have that look,” she told him smugly.
“What look?” Even he could hear the trepidation in his voice so it was doubtful his all-knowing mother missed it.
She smiled, waiting until they crossed the street to the parking garage before she answered. “You look like a man who’s had sex with a woman he didn’t see coming. The kind of woman who shook up all your carefully laid plans and made you question everything you’ve ever wanted. That look, August darling.”
He said nothing because he wasn’t certain what would come out of his mouth. Instead, he opened her door for her and took his time putting on his seatbelt.
“It isn’t going to work, August. It didn’t work when I asked you about drinking at that party when you were fifteen, it won’t work now.” She turned to him as she slid her sunglasses on and smiled. “Fair warning.” Then she put the car in gear.
Spending time with his parents reminded him about the truly wonderful life they’d given him. They were wealthy because of hard work. They’d made him wealthy by investing his inheritance and trust funds before he was old enough to drive. Most importantly, they saw him and they heard him. After years of Madeline’s complete lack of interest, he soaked up their attention like a small child.
His mother was a fantastic cook; his father could hold a conversation about anything and everything. August had taken over his dad’s company when he graduated college and Daven had retired to Miami with his “sweet little Lana”. After three days of laughing and hanging out, his father asked, “Don’t really care but how’s the business?”
“Good, Dad. I kept an eye on everything remotely while I was in Mexico. You don’t have to worry. I’ll pass that company on to my own children someday…you know, if that miracle ever happens.” Suddenly he was bitter, the anger boiling up out of nowhere at the time wasted.
Daven Lang leaned forward, cutting a look at his wife before focusing on their only child. “I’m going to tell you what I just heard, son. ‘I’m doing what I think you want me to do until I can get my own kids – whom I don’t believe I have a hope in hell of ever having – to take it over.’ That about right, August?”
Eyes widened in surprise, he quickly said, “No, Dad. I like what I do.”
“You’re a bad liar, August. Always have been. I didn’t even like that company but it made a shitload of money so it had that going for it.” He sat back and picked up his spiked lemonade, “Sell it.”
“What? Dad, I’m not going to sell the company you spent your entire life building. No way.”
“August. I worked there; I did what I did to provide a life for my family. I have everything I want right here on this patio. You and your mother matter, August. Not my name on a door I haven’t bothered to even see for almost eight years. Sell it.”
His mother placed her hand over his, “Darling, we’re so glad you got Madeline out of your life. She was poison to your heart and mind. She’s gone now. Sell the company and take a couple of years off. Figure out what you really want to do and make sure you love it. Don’t you know that was all we’ve ever cared about? Dad never expected you to offer to take over the company.”
“We built your fortune so you would have freedom, August. To choose the life that will make you happy. Not to get caught in a repeat of mine.”
They sat for a long time and August stared at the ocean from their condo balcony. It seemed right to tell them, he needed to tell someone. “I met a woman.” Chancing a look at his mother, he wasn’t surprised to see her smile. “She isn’t…what you’re used to seeing me date.”
“What the hell does that mean?” his father demanded.
“I only knew her for six hours. Not enough to connect like I did. She isn’t skinny or well-educated. She has a child by someone else. She’s poor, works in a bar in Mexico.”
His mother’s mouth actually hung open for a moment before she snapped it shut and glared at him, “You are an ass, August David Lang. Don’t you look at me all surprised. This is your life. Do you think we care what color she is or if she has any damned money? Do you think we’re that horrible that we’d judge a woman who was worthy of emotion from you? Because Madeline was all those things you seem to think we expect: skinny, well-educated, rich, and white. She was also one of the coldest bitches I’ve ever known in my life, you never felt a thing for her, and it ended in the only way it could have.”
“This woman make your blood boil, son?” his father demanded.
“I…yeah. Yeah, she does.”
Daven Lang, millionaire businessman who’d been featured numerous times in Forbes, rolled his eyes like a teenage girl. “And you left her in Mexico? Likely the dumbest thing you’ve done besides marrying the ice princess.”
“I don’t know…I didn’t know if I was ready. I’ve been so angry, felt like shit with wasting the last ten years of my life on a woman who barely tolerated me. I thought we were too different, that you’d be disappointed if I didn’t hook up with a society girl.”
“We care about you, August. Not society. And we barely saw you over those ten years so any woman willing to include your family in her life will be fine with me. I bet we’ll get along like a house on fire.” His mother’s eyes were sparkling.
Daven grumbled, “Alright then. I’ll get the ball rolling on the company. Get that off your neck. Your mother will work on unloading your place in Boston. You should start completely fresh. Puerto Vallarta is as good a place as any to think about your next step.”
His parents stood up and stared at him. Finally, his mother put her hands on her hips and huffed, “Well? What are you waiting for? Move it. I need grandchildren before I’m too wretchedly old to spoil them.” They waited as he stood and she grabbed both his wrists in her small hands. “Is she pretty, August?”
“Beautiful, Mom. She’s absolutely beautiful.
Chapter Four
Two weeks later…
He hadn’t given her any warning he was coming. There was too much of a chance she’d say no. Watching her from the trees across from the cantina, August took her in slowly. She was even more beautiful than he remembered.
She wasn’t smiling. She was friendly, good at her job as he’d seen firsthand. Two weeks ago there had been an inner glow about her, a life he hadn’t seen in many people. Now, she seemed sad. Subdued.
He’d done that. He hadn’t meant to but he’d done it. Now he had to fix it.
When she took a break and stood looking out over the ocean away from foot traffic, he went to her. He heard her give a deep sigh before she dropped her head and shook it.
“Lily?”
She spun so fast she kicked up sand then went completely still. “Ah mi dios…August?” A frown formed between her dark winged brows. “What are you doing here?”
He took a single step toward her and she stiffened. “Did you get my messages? My letter?” The deepening upset on her face would have answered her question but her furious glance at the cantina certainly left no doubt. He took another step closer. “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t, Lily. The point is: I shouldn’t have left. I should have stayed and waited until I could talk to you. Until I could tell you something.” Walking the last three steps, he stroked the back of his hand down her face. Her eyes drifted shut. “Until I could ask you someth
ing.”
“Ask me what, August?”
Nothing was like the sound of her saying his name. “Do you believe in love at first sight?” Her sharp indrawn breath was followed by a slow shake of her head. “Neither do I. What about love at second sight?” The bright smile that broke across her face touched a place inside him that had once been so cold, so isolated, that he’d allowed his entire world to go numb. “I believe, Lily.”
He pulled her to him and his body recognized her. Her warmth, her smell, her touch. His hand slid along the nape of her neck, tilting her face back so he could look into the warmest chocolate eyes he’d ever seen. “I want to meet your family. I want you to let me love you with everything I have in me that I’ve always held back.” Taking his time kissing her, he pulled back reluctantly with a smile and dropped another kiss on the tip of her nose. Resting his forehead against hers, he whispered, “This is what comes after, Lily. This.”
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