Free After You by Ophelia Bell

Chapter One
    Sun and Moon
    Lazaro swept his tongue over Celeste’s clit with one last critical lick. Throaty affirmations rose from her lips and her fingers pulled painfully at his long, curly black hair. Her pelvis ground tight against his face while her entire body grew taut with her orgasm. His favorite part - the part he had his tongue tight against - pulsed in a steady rhythm. He let out a soft chuckle while she continued to hold his head against her, nearly suffocating him.
    Her reaction also afforded him a perfect view of the new tattoo she’d gotten just at the peak of her cleft. The colorful, scrolling inkwork spread across the space previously occupied by a dark fringe of curls. Since he’d last seen her more than a week earlier the curls had disappeared, replaced by a design that was deliberate and delicately symmetrical, beginning at the top in small colorful flowers etched into her bare skin. The dark scrollwork converged at the center and came to a point barely an inch away from the top of her clit.
    He tried not to think about how close the tattooist had to have gotten to complete such a work of art. Instead, he appreciated how intuitive the man had been to decorate her skin with a piece of visual candy that enhanced that part of her so well without ever touching it directly.
    He closed his eyes again, delving back into heaven.
    He made another circuit, much to her delight, sending her to a second climax in as many minutes. She lost her hold on his hair on the third rendition, losing herself completely. Her body writhed and bucked then fell limp, signaling that she was spent, though he’d have gladly given her more.
    “You did miss me, didn’t you?” he asked, raising his head for the first time in half an hour. He swiped a hand down his chin to remove the remnants of her arousal.
    “I always miss you,” she said. “Your work keeps you away too long at a stretch, mi amor .”
    He moved up and settled on the bed beside her.
    She rolled over and snuggled close, draping her leg over his. Her warm skin was a welcome comfort after a week of solitary moments worrying if she’d ever speak to him again. He thought the sex meant they’d reconciled, but she was still uncharacteristically quiet.
    “What’s wrong, angel?”
    “Did you like my new tattoo?” she asked.
    A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Like it? You must not have been paying attention. Do I need to show you again how much I love it?” He started inching down her again, delighted at her laughter and the slight tug on his hair when he reached her navel and darted his tongue out in a quick caress. Mostly he just wanted to be inside her now.
    “No. Come back up here, we’re still talking.”
    He slid back up to face her and rested his palm against her tattoo. His fingertips pressed into the wet heat of her and her head tilted back in ecstasy.
    “Do you like it?” he asked in a low voice, his middle finger steadily penetrating her.
    The corners of her mouth twitched into a sultry smile and she reached out and gripped his cock, beginning a slow, methodical stroking. He groaned in gratitude.
    “Mmhmm. It felt good when I got the tattoo... Really good.”
    In spite of her hand on his erection, her throaty pronouncement incited a burn of outrage in him. His hand faltered, then resumed.
    “Oh? How good?”
    She glanced up at his face. His jaw clenched and his fingertips thrust and rubbed with more intensity between her legs.
    She gasped, her eyes growing wide and her hips twitching away from his relentless attention.
    “Ow! Now I’m afraid to tell you.”
    Her warm juices on his barren fingertips chilled in the cool breeze coming through her windows. He hated when she shut him down. Knowing the scent and feel of her skin might calm him, he tried to temper his words by scooting close again and nuzzling against her throat, teasing that sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “How good?” he asked again.
    She laughed.