Fallon:Just haven’t had anyone remember it in a long time.
Diablo:I’m in ur life now. Things r different.
Fallon:So true and I love it.
Diablo:Dress sexy. I like the way u look. See u @ 7.
Fallon:♥♥
The gloom that had fallen over her lifted, and she went to her closet to pick out her outfit. She chose a pale orange satin camisole that fitted her snugly and a pair of tight-fitting black pants, preferring pants to dresses since they didn’t draw as much attention to her built-up shoe. She used to be so self-conscious about her shoes, thinking everyone was staring at her, but since she’d changed up her wardrobe, bought some killer made-to-order shoes, and stopped being so paranoid, she was surprised by how many people didn’t even look at her shoes. Taking out her black pumps, she smiled when she thought of how she used to be only a sneaker and Croc type of woman.
In the bathroom, she took out a small jar. She’d bought the charcoal mask the other day when Sylvia had come to Alina to go shopping with her. She’d been thrilled since she hadn’t seen Sylvia since the night Diablo beat up her dad. Sylvia talked her into buying the mask, telling her that charcoal facials were all the rage in Hollywood.
While slathering the cool black cream on her face, excitement tingled inside her. Celebrating her birthday with Diablo was beyond special. After rinsing her hands, she laid down on the bed while the mask tightened her face as it dried. Sylvia had also talked her into buying a skin exfoliator and several body creams, so her idea was to pamper herself to the max and make her skin as smooth and satiny as possible. Fallon had never spent a whole day getting ready and it felt decadent to her.
As the mask continued to tighten on her face, she closed her eyes and let her mind drift.
***
When Diablo cameat seven o’clock, the desire in his eyes as he checked her out from head to toe made her day of pampering worth it. Without saying anything, he yanked her into his arms and peppered the side of her neck with kisses. “You smell and feel real good, woman,” he said against her skin.
Pushing back, she tugged his beard and kissed him on his soft lips. She stepped back and looked at his amazing physique covered in tight black jeans and a black shirt with blue pinstripes that hugged his defined biceps and pecs. The way his muscles rippled when he moved made her nipples tingle and her panties dampen. “You look so sexy and handsome,” she said in a soft voice.
Diablo tugged her back to him and cupped her ass cheeks, digging his fingers into her pliable flesh. “You look fuckin’ hot,” he said thickly as he bent down and kissed her.
Moaning into his mouth, she looped her arms tightly around his neck and brought him closer to her. She would never get tired of kissing him; he had a way of turning even a simple kiss into the most intense experience.
“We better get going or we’ll end up staying in tonight,” she said while pulling back.
“That works for me.” He winked at her, then swatted her butt.
“I figured it would, but you promised to feed me.” She smiled as she took out her compact. From the corner of her eye, she saw Diablo watching her intently as she reapplied her lipstick and gloss. She snapped her compact shut. “Ready?” He nodded, putting his hand on the small of her back as they left the apartment.
Antlers Steakhouse had been the premier restaurant for the past forty years. Its quality service, food, and atmosphere came at a steep price, but for the diners who came from as far away as Durango, it was worth it. Dark mahogany walls and rich burgundy leather chairs gave the restaurant its old-world charm.
Fallon sipped on a glass of Chianti while Diablo drank a Corona. Light jazz slowly played on the overhead speakers, and the soft lighting made his eyes glow. He gazed at her with such tenderness in his eyes that she thought she was going to lose it. All through dinner, he’d leaned over and given her small kisses and soft strokes against her cheek. Each time he touched her, a spark ignited inside her, sending her arousal to new heights. By the time they were finished eating, it was all she could do to keep herself from jumping in his lap and grinding her aching sex against his bulge.
“Do you want anything else?” the waiter asked as he cleared the crumbs from the tablecloth.
“Bring us a piece of your chocolate cake, with two forks,” Diablo said.
Fallon laughed when the waiter placed a large piece of cake in the middle of the table, gave each of them a fork, then left. “This looks so good. And the frosting is dark chocolate.”
Diablo scooped some with his finger. “Taste it.”
She opened her mouth and her lips clamped around his finger, licking and sucking the velvety frosting off it. “Delicious.”
A low growl came from his throat as he broke off a piece of cake and fed it to her. Then he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them. She captured his smoldering gaze with hers, and when his hand slid under the table and onto her thigh, she gasped at his touch. “You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight,” he murmured. His fingers inched closer to her throbbing sex, making her shift in her seat. “If I put my hand on your pussy, are you gonna be wet?”
His words sent electric sparks from the top of her head to the opening between her legs. She could feel the wetness coating her panties, and his hand was so painfully close. Her need for him was great, and at that moment, she wanted nothing more than to feel his long fingers slip between her aching folds.
Then, somehow, he undid her zipper. The desire coursing through her had been so great that she hadn’t even felt it.Oh God! It feels so good.His fingers had slipped under her crotch and were sliding between her puffy folds. She was sopping wet; she could feel it, hear it as his fingers moved back and forth slowly, and smell it.I can’t believe I’m letting him get me off in public.But it didn’t matter. The only thing she was aware of was how exquisitely Diablo was doing just that. The pleasure was off the charts, and she slid down slightly and spread her legs wider to give him better access. Diablo flicked her aching spot with his fingertip as his middle finger broke through her wet slit and plunged deep inside her. Pleasure and release racked her body with a series of shudders. She soared with delirious pleasure as his mouth covered hers, swallowing her moans.
Grateful that they were nestled in a corner, looking out at the town’s lights sprinkled below them, Fallon straightened up and zipped her pants after Diablo removed his hand. He slowly licked his fingers, his gaze locked on hers. With reddened cheeks, she gripped her water glass and took a big gulp.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said.
“I just had an orgasm in a restaurant.” She took another gulp of water.
