Sensuality

Sitting down on the sofa, he took out the pictures as Pilar, noticing the tension, excused herself to check on Simon. Looking at the pictures brought back memories for Juan.

Standing up, he had another confession. “You know, usually I am a consummate professional. I see women every day and they never faze me. But you were different.”

“Really?” she was puzzled.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, it took all the self-control I had not to walk over to that bed today and touch, feel, and taste you.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No, but only because I promised Simon I wouldn’t touch you. I was under the impression that you were taking these pictures for Jarvis. I was hating on him big-time. But I just found out that you broke up with him.”

“See, Juan. It’s like—”

“Did you take those pictures just to see me?”

Lydia felt like a complete and utter idiot, or at least that’s what Juan must have thought of her. How desperate he must have thought she was.

“That was one of my reasons, but not my only one.”

“I see,” was all he replied as he opened his satchel and began putting together his camera.

“What are you doing? I thought you had another job to go to.”

“I do.” He snickered. “I’m looking at her.”

Quickly putting the camera and the stand together, he pulled her up to him and kissed her until she could barely breathe. Then he bathed her neck with butterfly kisses, sending her into a song of moans, doing all the things he had wanted to do to her a few hours ago. Then she heard the first [CLICK] from the camera.

“Are you snapping pictures of us?”

“Yep, it’s on an automatic timer.”

He pulled off her sweater, unhooked her bra, and stared longingly at the breasts that had eluded him earlier. He put one in his mouth, pulling on the nipple while his tongue flickered back and forth across them. Repeating the motion for the other breast, he pulled them both together, sucking while she held her legs together, squirming. Juan sat on the sofa while she stood in front of him. After sliding her out of her jeans, he slipped the wet thong off of her body. All he could hear were moans while she rubbed his cock’s head in approval.

Spreading kisses across her body, he spread her legs just as she had done earlier. While she spread her legs for him again, he could see the milky juice sliding down the side of her thigh. Racing with his tongue, he met it on her skin and traced it back to the opening of her pussy where the rest of her sweet nectar flowed. His tongue traced her second set of lips before it massaged her opening in circular rhythms. Laying her down on the table, he stripped naked while she stared at him dreamily. His silky hair glistened in the light. Everything about her Latin lover inspired sex appeal. Pulling her legs over his shoulder, he tasted some more of her and then held her clit in his mouth, sucking on it and releasing it only to suck on it again. While his mouth fed on her clit, his fingers found their way into her pussy and fucked her wall until her body moved in rhythm with his.

Lydia couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the erotic sensations, the double excitement Juan elicited in her. The moaning was so loud, she barely heard him unwrapping the condom before he entered her. Their bodies rocked back and forth on the table when Juan coaxed that wild, confident side out of her, rewarding her with passionate kisses until they both exploded together in a final climax. Their bodies shook with excitement. Reading her thoughts, he answered an obvious question.

“No, Lydia, I don’t make a habit of sleeping with models, or any other clients. It’s not good for business, any more than you make a habit of taking nude pictures with a whip between your legs for a photographer.”

“Ouch. But you have done it before.”

“Once or twice, with a lot of regret, because the women were using me either for who I knew or what they think I have.”

“So, why me?” she asked although she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.

“Truth is, I’ve been crushing on you for months. That’s why I’ve been coming into the Smokescreen just about every day.”

He knew that surprised her. Lydia never gave him a second look, maybe because of the way the other women flocked around him and because she was too intimidated. All he knew was that he had wanted her for a while.

“I thought you came in here because you and Simon were friends.”

“I know his brother, but Simon and I are just cool. We don’t go to the same parties, if you know what I mean. I would have approached you months ago, but Simon told me to back off. You were still dating Jarvis and he didn’t want me interfering. I respected that and kept my distance. Simon may be quiet, but he’s very protective of you and Pilar.”

Both lying there in their nakedness, Juan watched his brown-skinned beauty and hoped to God that this would be something he wouldn’t mess up. There had been women in and out of his life for a while, but Lydia was one he wanted to keep.

“So what happens now?”

“Now,” he said, kissing her on her forehead, “we get up, take a shower, pay your roommates for the crack in that coffee table, go over to my place for a late-night snack, make plans to go a movie tomorrow, and then take it from there.”