“Of course. It was my good-luck charm.” Felipe adjusted his arms around her so he could put his fingers in her hair. “That sticky had the best career advice I ever got.” Juno giggled, then sighed against Felipe’s mouth as he insistently kissed her.
“But you understand now I didn’t want to just sleep with you when it was a goddamn miracle you ended up calling me first, right?” he softly asked. She nodded. “And even if I was a total sleaze, I wouldn’t spend thousands to option a sub-par screenplay.
“I am not going to tell you again how talented you are, corazόn. And Evan-fucking-Dokbua will find that out when the movie built on your script murders the box office one day.”
This time, Juno initiated her own demanding kiss, tangling her fingers in Felipe’s hair and pulling him toward her. As her kisses grew deeper and fiercer, he slipped her open cardigan off her shoulders and yanked her tank top out of her PJ pants.
She then briefly broke away to lift his t-shirt over his head and drop it on the couch. Juno then searched for Felipe’s tongue with her own, while backing him up to the spot where the t-shirt had landed. Her hands grazed every hard ripple on his torso before she sat him down. Then as she was about to climb onto his lap, she stopped.
“Wait,” she said, recognition flashing across her face. “Your production company–Hibiscus Films. You didn’t name it after…”
“Yes,” Felipe smiled bashfully up at her. “The pattern on your sundress the day we met.” Juno looked at him for a moment, then quickly pecked his lips.
“Stay here,” she ordered while slipping into her bedroom.
No, she’s not going to, Felipe thought as his erection threatened to shred the front of his jeans.
“Wow, it still fits,” she said, emerging not a minute later with a little twirl.
The moment Felipe laid eyes on her in that dress, all bets were off. He made it over to Juno in just two long strides, picked her up, dropped her onto her back on the couch, and lifted up her skirt. He groaned in disbelief to see she wasn’t wearing panties, then wasted no time throwing one of her legs over his shoulder as his tongue dove inside her.
Juno’s other leg rose on its own over the backrest of the couch as she gasped at the ferocity with which Felipe devoured her. It was when he began to lightly, then roughly, graze her clit with his tongue that Juno began to mutter his name, which drove Felipe into a greater frenzy.
She cried out and arched her hips as the tremors in her core exploded, after which her lover gently kissed her inner thighs while she came down.
Felipe smiled watching Juno’s half-closed eyes and quavering jaw as he effortlessly picked her up, carried her to her bedroom, and laid her atop her duvet. When he cuddled close beside her, she lightly scratched her nails against his jeans.
“Why are you still wearing pants?” she slurred. Felipe chuckled.
“I didn’t want to assume you wanted–”
“If I was ready to rail some movie star two weeks ago in his limo, why wouldn’t I want to do the same with this sweet boy who remembered me for over a decade?” Juno knelt between Felipe’s legs and unzipped him.
“You give me so much credit, baby, but it wasn’t me,” she said, pulling his pants and underwear off in one yank. “You made the most out of every opportunity you got, and then you never turned down a chance to make the lives of thousands of strangers easier. Of course I want to make love to that guy.”
With that, Juno gripped the base of Felipe’s shaft with one hand and rapidly licked his tip. She smiled to herself at the look of pure shock on his face as his eyes rolled back, then started running her fingers along the ridges of his scrotum.
After gradually taking inch after inch of him into her mouth, Juno began to swirl her tongue around his cock, then looked up at him again before starting to suck.
Felipe had never seen anything hotter than the sly glances she threw at him while her lips pressed tighter and tighter around him. She began sucking harder and harder and Felipe put his hands to his head and groaned, certain she would break him in just a few more seconds.
But then, she let him slip out of her mouth with a little smile. Before Felipe could figure out what she was doing, Juno propped two pillows behind him against the headboard.
“Sit back, baby,” she instructed, straddling him and kissing his face. “I want to finish what we started in the limo.”
Felipe loved her sundress, but he wanted it on the floor now. After he lifted it over her head, he alternately sucked on each of her breasts, acutely aware that his cock was flush against her wetness. Juno moaned and squirmed, then pulled her chest back from his mouth. She gingerly reached down and guided him inside her, all without breaking eye contact.
They both sighed as she sank herself down and let him fill her, then Felipe cupped her rear and resumed ravishing her breasts. This time, however, he was distracted by Juno grinding her hips against his, unhurriedly rising and lowering herself onto his lap.
“You’re torturing me, amorcita,” he grunted, wanting this to last but wishing she would go faster.
“Whaddya gonna do about it?” she teased, her playful grin telling Felipe she was ready for him to take control. He had Juno straighten her legs a bit, then rolled her over onto her back without pulling out of her. Her smile was now gone and replaced with a flustered look as she felt Felipe not only thrust deep, but also lightly press her clit with his thumb.
He couldn’t help but think that having a strong core had its advantages, as it wasn’t difficult to pleasure her in that plank position and watch Juno’s face while balancing himself on just one forearm.
“Felipe…” she moaned as she tossed her head to one side. He was beginning to speed up, and she was beginning to feel the pressure build. After a few more seconds of him rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, Juno couldn’t take it anymore and squealed Felipe’s name against his shoulder.
Her legs flailed on either side of him but Felipe kept going because he couldn’t get enough of how beautiful she looked while climaxing. When he felt Juno’s muscles relax and he wasn’t able to stave off his own urges any longer, he hastily slammed into her until his vision blurred and he erupted while panting against her hair.
Juno sighed lightly against Felipe’s mouth as he tenderly kissed her, his arms shaking as he tried not to collapse. She kissed his face, then rolled over into the crook of his arm after he shifted onto his back. After they took turns using the bathroom, Felipe came right back to bed and held Juno close, this time between the sheets.
“I am so glad your name isn’t really Carter,” she said, prompting him to laugh as he ran a finger along her ear. “I really didn’t want to be calling that out.”
“Blame my first agent,” Felipe grinned. “When I got my first speaking role, he thought ‘Carter Amos’ had more promotional appeal.”
“You mean it sounded more white?” Juno read between the lines.
“You got it,” Felipe affirmed. “I was so desperate to break into the movies that it didn’t matter what I had to give up about myself. Part of me at that age also wanted to leave Felipe Cifuentes behind and start fresh.”