Chapter 13
Lanie
Unfortunately, the giant puppy wasn’t too excited about being roused from his sleep.
As soon as we pushed him off the bed, he jumped up again.
I corralled him outside the bedroom, closing the door in his face, but that only made him howl and scratch at the door.
Knowing when we were beat, we got up too.
Celia promised to make coffee and breakfast for me, so I took Arthur for a thirty minute walk, then took a quick shower over at April and John’s before heading back across the hall.
I couldn’t decide how I felt about what was happening between us.
Well, I guess I wasn’t totally sure what was happening between us, all I knew was that I’d had probably the best sex of my life last night and I was now officially obsessed with Celia.
I knew I should just enjoy the few days I had with her, but this had stopped feeling casual somewhere between decorating the tree and licking her pussy.
The more time we spent together, the less aloof she was. It was like everything about her had softened once I wrung that orgasm out of her. It made me feel like a freaking rock star.
By the time I got back to Celia’s house, an hour had gone by.
When I knocked on the door, Celia answered wearing a wrap dress and knee high boots, making me wonder if she had anything besides work clothes and athleisure.
She had a great ass, probably from all the running she did. I would love to see her in jeans.
I looked up to see that she was wearing a stern look.
“You’re late.”
Arthur pushed past her and headed to his spot on the couch.
“Arthur had a lot to sniff,” I said lightly, sensing that she wasn’t really annoyed. I mean, why would she be? We hadn’t put a time limit on the walk.
“Do you know what happens to bad girls who are late?” Her voice was icy and calm, but her blue eyes were dancing with amusement.
Okay, I could go along with this game.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” I said in a high-pitched but contrite voice. “I wanted to make myself pretty for you.”
I gestured to my Santa Claus sweatshirt and gave her an innocent smile.
“I’m still going to need to punish you for your tardiness,” she said with mock sadness.
“Oh please don’t,” I cried, fully into the game now. “I promise I’ll do better next time.”
“This is the way you learn,” she shot back. “Come with me now.”
She grabbed my hand, her hold gentle but firm, and led me to the dining room table that separated the living room from the kitchen island.
Without a word, she unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees, bringing my panties with them.
Then Celia turned me around, pressing between my shoulder blades so that I lowered my chest and torso onto the table.
The table was high enough that I lifted onto my tiptoes, my ass up in the air.
The position was embarrassing yet strangely arousing.
I shivered as Celia stroked the skin of my butt. Then there was a whoosh of air, and without any warning, her hand came down on my skin.
Smack!
I cried out in surprise, the sting sharper than I was expecting. It wasn’t painful, but definitely hard enough to get my attention.
“Next time you leave me, you’ll return more quickly,” she mock lectured me.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” I said with false contriteness.
Smack!
She gave me a smack on the other cheek, and it went right to my core. Okay, I could see why people liked this. This little scene was ramping up my arousal quickly.
Two more smacks and Celia paused. My skin was tingling in a way that I could only describe as pleasant.
“Your ass pinks up nicely,” she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “But I’m dying for a taste of you.”
She lifted my legs and rolled me onto my back, bending my knees and drawing them up towards my shoulders.
“Hold on,” she said.
The position opened me up obscenely wide, but Celia was staring down at my pussy like it was the best thing she’d seen in her life.
She pulled up a chair and sat by the edge of the table.
Then she lowered her head, licking me from bottom to top a few times.
When she speared me with her tongue, I jolted against the table.
She gripped my hips in a firm grip to hold me in place, the bite of pain grounding me again.
I wondered idly if she’d leave a bruise on my skin and if so, if I’d care.
In and out, she fucked me with her tongue, licking along my inner walls until I was shaking with the need to come. I was close, but I needed more.
“Celia, please!”
She lifted her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.”
Her tongue slid back inside me, moving faster now while I made little whining noises, grinding my cunt against her face and chasing my release.
I cried out in relief when Celia brought her fingers to my clit, circling it a few times before giving it a little pinch that felt like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. Everything inside me came alive.
Then I felt her other hand on the move, gathering up my wetness before moving between my butt cheeks.
No one had ever touched me back there before, and Celia’s fingers circling my pucker felt very wrong.
And verry very right. When she breached my entrance, slowing pushing in to her first knuckle, I totally lost it.
“Celia!” Her name was ripped out of my throat as every cell in my body seemed to light up at once. I shuddered against her, darkness tinging my vision as I relaxed into the pleasure.
Celia continued to tease me until I finally collapsed against the table, my legs dropping off the side of the table as I struggled to catch my breath. She sat up, keeping her hands on my thighs and watching me with a look that was so warm and intense I had to believe it meant something.
I only hoped I wasn’t fooling myself.