“Kiss me,” she breathed.
He obeyed. The shockingly soft heat of his full lips on hers seared Celestina’s resolve. She had to have him again. Now. It was not a question but a fact.
How was it possible to be so powerfully attracted to a man she hardly knew? It wasn’t fair. She wasn’t some inexperienced schoolgirl, either – not that she could pretend to be excessively worldly. She’d had her high school boyfriend, her college boyfriend: good boys whose fathers worked with hers. They’d been very respectful towards her, almost afraid.
But Jesse…Jesse inflamed that animal hunger of hers that had always been unsated until now, and met it with equal ferocity. She knew he wasn’t afraid of her or of anything else, and it thrilled her. Just the sight of him, his beauty and mystery and roughness, was enough to arouse her. Now that she could feel his hands on her back and his kiss burning her mouth the sensations of excitement shooting through her body were overwhelming.
“I’ve missed you,” she heard herself say between hot kisses.
It was true.
Jesse laughed. “It’s only been one day since we met, and you missed me?” He pushed her body away, using his arms to hold her still so that he could look at her. He shook his head and scoffed to himself. “No, actually I shouldn’t laugh at you when you say you’ve missed me. I know exactly what you mean.”
Whatever it was that Jesse had, that sparked the chemistry between them, was beyond Celestina’s wildest dreams or understanding. It was deep in her guts, an instinctual and involuntary response.
“You know what I mean?” Celestina frowned at him coquettishly, cocking her chin to the side. “Because how could a woman not miss you, is that it? Machismo, much?”
“No, no, loca! Not like that. I know because I missed you too.” Jesse shook his head. “It’s strange, like the last day has been the equal of a year. You feel so familiar to me, like one of my dreams. It doesn’t happen like that, really, not where I come from. You’re like a queen, and I’m…well…” Jesse raked an agitated hand through his hair and clenched his jaw firmly. “But this is reality, not a dream. Feelings aren’t the whole picture.”
Celestina could see that Jesse was struggling with some dark thought. He pushed her back and marched briskly into the living room, pacing in front of the balcony.
“What’s the matter?” She asked, softly. “You’re so tense. You can tell me. You can tell me anything, I can handle it.”
He looked at her sharply.
“I know you can.” He threw his arms in the air in a challenging gesture of exasperation. “How do I know you can handle it? Eh? How do I know you so well, and yet not know you at all? I feel like I know what you are thinking. I can feel it across the room. From the first moment I saw you in that club, it was like a clap of thunder. I’ve felt like a string connected me to you, from here to here.” He patted his chest and pointed at hers. He snapped his fingers. “Instantly. I feel your pull when I see you, when I don’t see you. For so many years, I’ve looked into other peoples’ eyes and been met with nothing, but it’s not like that with you. I had to say this to you at least one time, Celestina, because in a moment I need to talk to you seriously and things will change. But I needed you to know this, for a moment, and maybe believe me. All right, I’ve said it. Now, can we go someplace to talk?”
Celestina stared at him, noticed the trembling in his hands.
“We are someplace,” she returned, slightly bewildered at Jesse’s ardent outburst. “And you are talking, quite seriously. What you’ve just said to me is so beautiful I don’t see how anything else could ruin it, so just tell me what’s wrong. I am good at solving problems.”
“The problem is, you do not know me.”
“Of course I know you,” Celestina said. Then she laughed. “Wait, well I guess I don’t, technically. On paper, all I know is that you’re Jesse Cruz, you’re a security consultant at Verona, I met you yesterday and we fucked on the money table. What I feel about you is more, but that is all I know. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m a complete idiot.”
She put her head in her hands, confused and slightly embarrassed.
Jesse rushed over to her, grabbed her hands and pulled them down from her face, giving him a clear view of her eyes.
“No,” he said intently. “It’s not like that. You are not an idiot and I did not just fuck you. I wanted you and I made love to you. I needed you. I took you. It’s different, Celestina, for a man to feel that way. I need you to know.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” she confessed, blinking up at him. Jesse clenched his jaw and stepped away. Celestina felt his retreat like a punch in the guts. “I suppose none of this makes a lot of sense.”
Celestina took a cautious step closer to him and gingerly lifted his hand. She spread his palm against her chest, weaving her fingers over his. She let him feel the rhythm of her heart and her steady breath.
“Of course I know you,” she whispered. “Of course you know me.”
A dark shadow covered Jesse’s eyes for an instant before he squeezed them closed and turned his back on Celestina, staring moodily out the window of the balcony.
“Yes, I believe you,” he rasped. “But what you don’t know will hurt you. I have to tell you something. I don’t want to, but I have to.”
“Tell me later,” whispered Celestina. She pressed herself against Jesse’s back, winding her arms around his waist and kissing the back of his neck. “Don’t make me suffer like this, wanting you so much. Don’t turn your back to me.”
Celestina’s fingers dug under the stiff collar of Jesse’s leather jacket. It was in her way. She shrugged it down off of his shoulders and threw it to the floor. She kissed the back of his neck again, kissed his earlobe.
“Please, Jesse,” she whispered. She heard him suck in his breath sharply through his teeth, but his body remained rigid, resistant. “We know everything important about each other. Don’t fight me like this.”
“No, we don’t. You do not know anything. You will hate me when you know. I can’t do this now, as much as I want to.”
Jesse shook his head and disentangled Celestina’s arms from around him, setting off an explosion of passion and anger in her belly. She stomped her foot and used all her strength to spin him around until he faced her. She raised her hands to cup his face.
“Look at me,” she demanded. “Look!”
Celestina waited until his eyes met hers, black on black. She felt the electrical lightning strike between them, a cataclysmic current of connection.
“We see each other,” she hissed. “I mean really see. Don’t pretend you don’t feel it too. Men always looked at me like I am a thing, an idea or a property. They’re afraid to touch, or they touch too hard. But you, you see me. You don’t have to tell me that we come from different worlds. I don’t even care! It doesn’t matter, because we have met now in the middle. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen, Jesse. Let it be.”
With an animal roar from the pit of his being, Jesse snatched Celestina and pulled her body to him, wrapping his arms around her like a vice and letting their momentum propel them along the wall until he had her pinned against it.
“Let it happen?” He kissed her roughly, wanton hunger obliterating his self-control. The scruff of his five-o-clock shadow scoured her cheek and his hips urged recklessly into hers. “Like this?” His tongue plummeted the depths of her mouth, relentlessly pillaging for pleasure and rolling, pushing, and exploring. “Let that happen? That’s what you want?”
He tasted like smoke from a clean bonfire. Celestina’s lips and tongue nibbled back at him, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. Between jagged breaths, their lips parted and clung, clung and parted.
“Yes,” Celestina murmured. “Like this. Oh, Jesse.”
“I can’t stop myself.”
“Don’t.”
His kisses deepened, igniting a series of small explosions that traveled all the way from the base of Celestina’s skull to her teeth to her
groin, all the way down to her toes and back up. It felt as if a line of gasoline had been poured and dynamite planted along her skeleton before Jesse tossed in a match. She softened against him, drunk with the sensation of him.
The pressure of his hard body against hers imprisoned and excited her, the lean and powerful muscles of his abs rubbing against her belly and pelvic mound as they strained ever closer to each other. She couldn’t get close enough; it wasn’t possible. Celestina opened her mouth greedily but Jesse withheld his kiss, staring down at her naked desire and smiling.
“You are the most trouble I’ve ever been in,” he whispered harshly, running his fingers along Celestina’s lips. “And that is saying something.”
Jesse buried his lips in the delicate part of her shoulder where her neck and clavicle met, gently tracing his teeth along her olive skin. His lips traveled to her cleavage, his tongue lapping at the peaks of flesh peeking over her dress. She wanted him so much, she could feel the heat burning and screaming between her legs. He looked up into her eyes and kissed and bit his way down over the swell of her breasts and flat belly until he was kneeling in front of her. The overwhelming need for him made Celestina squirm.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t stand it. Fuck my life.”
He clutched her hips firmly with his and rubbed his face into her lower belly for the pure sensation of it, closing his eyes. She buried her fingers in his hair and tried to bend down to kiss him but he pushed her back up against the wall, deliberately lifting the skirt of her dress. He traced his fingertips lightly over the exposed skin of her inner thighs, following the dangerous path with his lips.
Celestina couldn’t catch her breath. Even though she was watching Jesse follow his trajectory of kisses toward her vulnerable softness, she was unprepared for the moment that his lips actually touched her clit. It hit her like the impact of a comet, heat and fire filling her body. Shock waves reverberated through her legs and a guttural moan escaped her lips.
“Oh!”
“Mmmhm, yes baby. You taste so good.”
Jesse began to pulse and undulate his tongue over her clit, moving in concentric circles and steady waves. Celestina’s eyes closed and her head rolled back against the wall to lean restlessly against the doorframe, brain useless. It felt so incredible, the way he kissed and caressed her down there.
She lost herself in the primal impulses of her body, letting her hands and feelings flow where they wanted. She clutched Jesse’s hair and shoulders, panting as he licked around her tingling clit. Her whole body seemed to be buzzing. His tongue slipped further up and inside her until he was fucking her with it. She moaned and cupped her breasts, needing to feel her own realness, pinching herself to make sure she was awake.
Jesse noticed and reached his own hands up to meet hers over her breasts, not losing the rhythm of his tongue between her legs. He pulled down on the rim of her dress, quickly spilling her breasts out of the corset top and running his thumbs over the nibs of her nipples until they were firm, sensitive peaks. Each stroke of the rough skin of Jesse’s hands over her nipples sent a shiver of heat and ice down her spine, pushing her to the edge of the precipice. She felt herself surging her flesh into his hand, into his mouth, willing him to possess her.
When Jesse returned his attention to her clit, he sped his rhythm and pressure rapidly, rolling his head from side to side.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
Celestina couldn’t resist the intensity anymore. Each time Jesse moved side-to-side like that, flames of painful pleasure laced at her insides until she thought she would burst.
“Oh yes, Jesse!”
He plunged two fingers into her pussy, thrusting and probing with them as he continued to eat her out, the warmth and softness of his mouth making the heat unbearable. The orgasm seemed to build up behind her knees and invade upward, pulling her down toward the floor as her body collapsed into his all-consuming kiss.
“Yes, oh god! Jesse!”
When she couldn’t stand anymore, Jesse caught her in his arms and rammed her back against the wall for support. She shivered and gasped beneath him.
“Damn baby I want you,” he groaned, his voice husky. He kissed her mouth desperately. “I love it when you cum for me.”
“You’re merciless,” she breathed. “I have to make you cum too.”
Celestina gasped, her fingers reflexively digging into the rigid muscles of Jesse’s back. She kissed his neck; he kissed her breasts. Both struggled to breathe. Celestina fumbled at the fly of Jesse’s jeans, her fingers trembling wildly as adrenaline pumped through her system. The intensity of her arousal was almost terrifying, an animalistic instinct that once awakened could not be denied.
“Fuck it,” Jesse cursed. “I can’t stop, baby.”
In between kisses, Jesse reached into his back pocket and fished until he found his wallet. Just as he drew it out, Celestina’s thighs wrapped around him and pulled him off-balance into a deep kiss. He dropped the wallet.
“God damn it, woman!”
His hand groped along the wall until they both lost balance and toppled to the ground, rolling on top of each other and giggling. Celestina landed on top, and sat back to take a good look at her handsome prey. She could feel his boner through his jeans and sat back until all her weight was moving over him, teasing and goading.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, closing his eyes. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
She grinned down at him, rolling her dress up and over her head and tossing it across the room. She was naked, and unbuttoned his jeans so that she could sit on his rigid cock without any obstruction. Jesse sucked in his breath through his teeth as her primed, wet flesh met his.
“That’s it, I can’t wait.”
With a grunt he catapulted himself sideways, taking over and pinning Celestina down on the cool marble floor. The cold hardness of the tiles and the volcanic softness of her body were a lethal combination of sensory overload. Jesse flung one sinewy forearm over Celestina’s chest to pin her down and used his thigh to control her legs so that she was crucified to the floor, awaiting his whim.
From her powerless position, Celestina’s heightened senses zeroed in on the intricate tribal pattern of black ink and geometric shapes that covered Jesse’s arm. It was beautiful, wild, and dark – like him. She traced it with her fingertips until she reached the upper sleeve of his t-shirt. Since she couldn’t move, she turned her head and kissed the lines of ink she could reach.
“Fuck,” he hissed to himself.
Jesse was shuffling in his wallet and after what seemed an eternity managed to extract a foil condom packet. It took a stupid long time to unwrap it. They were like a couple of schoolkids, giddy and eager and overwhelmed. Celestina was writhing on the floor, yearning and aching for him. She ground her teeth impatiently.
“Hurry!” She breathed.
Finally the condom was in his hands. He reached down and yanked at his jeans, kicked them off, and rolled it on.
“Vamos quierida,” he promised. “Come here.”
Jesse kissed her lips tenderly, fitting himself into her and thrusting inside.
“Ah!” He groaned. “Yes, woman, you’re so good! Fuck yeah.”
The moment of impact filled Celestina with light, as if someone had lit a rocket inside her and her senses were a giant tangle of fuses sizzling and consumed in a burst of colorful fire. His cock was hers, belonged inside her. She loved feeling him, perhaps already loved him – this stranger she knew so well. Was that possible? Her top moments and experiences flashed through her consciousness: it was Disneyland and Christmas and pasta and Jesus.
She could feel Jesse’s shaft pierce her deeply, the hardness of him making her pussy throb and tremble. She rocked her hips up and down in rhythm with him, taking on his pace, each motion propelling him further inside. He took his time, relishing every second it took to bury the length of his cock in her wet, deep cunt. At the zenith of each push he paused, filling her,
letting the pressure and fullness burn until they were both shining with sweat and trembling.
“Jesse! I like how you fuck me.”
“Yes, baby girl.”
“Oh god!”
Celestina moaned, pushing pleadingly against his chest, seeking reprieve, and he slid out and repeated the process, gaining steam, watching and savoring each reaction he caused. He balanced on his arms over her to deepen the angle of penetration and thrust more violently, the head of his cock driving against Celestina’s g-spot.
“Ah! Baby!” she cried, wrapping her fingers around Jesse’s forearms as if for balance.
He groaned in response and drove even harder in. She needed to cling to something. It was so deep, so intimate. She reached for the backs of Jesse’s thighs, letting her hands ride on the motion of his thrusts. She smacked his ass lightly with each thrust, increasing the strength of her slap as his strokes grew rougher.
“So good, girl!” He grunted, each word a staccato. “Yes! So sexy mi amor. Our bodies know what to do together.”
“Yes, see? We know each other.”
“Oh baby, I know you. You’re perfect. I know everything.”
“Take it, take everything.”
“Fuck!”
He suddenly pulled back and flipped Celestina over on her stomach, entering her from behind. His weight on her back added pressure to each thrust of his cock. Celestina’s body was on fire.
“I want everything,” he whispered, his hot breath burning her ear. “Touch yourself. Do it, baby. Show me how you do it.”
She obeyed him, wrapping a hand underneath her body to stroke her clit while he reamed her pussy from behind. She could feel his closeness and breath over her back. And his cock! His cock so hard, overwhelming her inside, faster, faster. She licked her fingers for wetness and urgently resumed stroking her clit, like strumming the fastest flamenco on a guitar. She was moaning, quaking, exploding slowly. Her voice ebbed and flowed out of control in a siren song of pleasure. She couldn’t hold it in.
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