I’d thought about this moment more than I’d ever admit. Had dreamt about it, fantasized about it when I got myself off. Stroked myself to the imagined taste of her…to the sound of her moans in my head. And now, as she lay on my bed, her towel coming loose and falling open to expose her body, I no longer had to wonder. I knew intimately the noises she made when she came. I knew the taste of her pussy, how wet she got, how tight she was. And every bit of it was even better than my dreams, so I was going to enjoy every goddamn second of this.
Everyday Lola was gorgeous in her uniform of yoga pants and hoodies. Last night, Sleepy Lola had made my cock ache while lying there in only my sweatshirt. Naked Lola? She took my goddamn breath away. She was…exquisite. A tiny waist gave way to the subtle flare of hips, small breasts tipped with dark nipples just begging for my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to swoop down and feel them on my tongue.
But before I allowed myself to indulge, I had to be sure that she still wanted this. That she wanted everything. It was one thing to let me go down on her in the shower. Another thing entirely to allow me every inch of her body. And after everything she’d told me earlier, I had to make sure she knew the choice was one hundred percent hers.
“How much will you give me, beautiful?” I caged her in on the bed, careful to keep our bodies from touching, and brushed a kiss below her ear. “How much will you let me have?”
She arched her back, seeking me out. Reaching for me as she whispered, “Everything. Take it all.”
That was all I needed to hear. Even though I’d already kissed every inch of her body in the shower, had felt her come on my tongue, I had the overwhelming urge to…love her. Over and over again. With my body and my words and my actions. So I did. I brushed openmouthed kisses across her collarbones, between the valley of her breasts, sucked their tips into my mouth. Gave love bites to the small curve of her stomach. Swiped my fingers through her slit, then followed behind with my tongue. I taunted her clit with fluttering touches followed by harsh suction, listening the entire time to her body, studying her reactions. Learning everything she had to teach me about what she loved.
She didn’t disappoint.
Moans spilled from her lips as she arched against the bed, her fingers delving in my hair. Tugging me closer then pushing me away before yanking me back. I filled my hands with her ass and lifted her closer to my mouth, relishing in the fact that I was the only one who’d ever had her like this. The only one who knew the taste of her pussy, the pulse of her clit on my tongue. It was something only we shared.
Pulling away, I worked circles around her clit with my thumb, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. I glanced up at her, seeing her watching me with hooded eyes. “I love that I’m the only one who’s swallowed your come.”
She reached out, running her fingers down my jaw. “You’ll always be the only one.”
With a smile, I dove in, working her slow and sweet, fast and hard. Taking her up and over the edge again. And again. And again. I lost count of how many times she came, her body arching under me, tits filling my palms, heels digging into my shoulders. My cock was so hard it ached, precome leaking from the tip, but I could spend all night with my face between her legs, never getting relief, and still die a happy man.
After another orgasm, she finally pushed me away, her panting breaths mixed with contented sighs. “Connor…want you inside me.”
I wanted that, too. Desperately. Wanted to feel what it’d be like to sink into her petite body, feel her snug little pussy wrapped all around me. I kissed her inner thigh, sinking my teeth in just enough to make her jump. Then I made my way up her body before snagging a condom from the nightstand and rolling it down my length.
“You gonna come all over my cock like you did my tongue?”
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
Hands braced on either side of her shoulders, I leaned down and pressed my mouth to hers. Swept my tongue between her lips. Swallowed her moan. She writhed under me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she tugged me down.
Allowing our lips to brush with each word, I said, “You feel so good under me.”
She sighed into my mouth, hooking her legs around my hips and urging me closer with her heels pressed into my ass. I wanted nothing more than to slide into her, fill her completely, but I’d been thinking about this for so long, had been fantasizing about it daily, that I wanted to memorize every second of it. How she stared up at me, her fingers restless on my shoulders. How she rolled her hips up toward me, grinding her hungry little clit against the head of my cock. How she tried to pull me down, force me even closer, as if we weren’t already lined up from head to toe. But what I would think about over and over again, what would keep me company on nights when she couldn’t, was how her eyelids fluttered shut, how she whispered my name as I finally sank deep inside.
“Jesus,” I groaned, eyes closing before I snapped them open, wanting to watch her face as she took my cock for the first time. Goddamn, she was tiny. Everywhere. And so fucking wet. I rocked back and forth, working myself in as she stretched around me. Her pussy gripped me like a vise, her walls already pulsing as I settled fully inside her.
“Connor…” She stared up at me, her mouth open, eyes wide. Like she couldn’t believe anything could feel this good. Like she couldn’t believe pleasure like this even existed.
“I know, beautiful.” I kissed her, soft and sweet, our chests pressing together, then I pulled back and thrust deep, driving her up toward the headboard. She gasped, then groaned, tilting her head back and exposing her neck to me, pushing her tits against my chest. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
I pressed my forehead to her neck and brushed a kiss against her collarbone. Whispered her name as I filled her over and over again. Her nearly nonstop moans punctuated by the slap of our bodies coming together was the best sound I’d ever heard. It was only eclipsed when she’d say my name in that breathy, awed way she did. I wanted to hear it every goddamn day—every goddamn hour.
“You have any idea how long I’ve wanted you like this? How many times I’ve thought about this exact thing?”
She stilled under me, her breath catching. Then she whispered, “Tell me.”
“Since day fucking one.” I pushed deep, grinding the base of my cock right against her clit. “I’ve thought of a hundred different ways to make you come—some of them on my fingers or my tongue—but this was always my favorite. Feeling you pulse around my cock—ah, shit. Just like that.”
She dropped her legs open, letting me push even deeper. “Connor, Connor…”
“That’s it. Come on, sweet girl. Let me feel you.” I scraped my teeth against her neck as she bowed off the bed and dug her fingernails into my shoulders, a loud moan spilling from her lips. And then she was coming, her pussy pulsing around me, and it was all I needed to let go.
“Lo…Jesus…”
Groaning, I buried my face in her neck as I came, loving how she whispered my name over and over again as I did, her heels pressed into my ass, holding me deep inside her. For long moments, I lay boneless on top of her, trying to catch my breath, while she traced soft paths up and down the length of my back. I wanted nothing more than to stay like this, pressed up against her…as close as we could possibly get, but logistics got in the way.
With a kiss to her neck, I pulled back, only to meet resistance as she squeezed me closer.
She shook her head, nuzzling her face into my neck, breathing me in just like I’d done to her. Against my skin, she said, “Not yet.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I promise I’ll be right back.”
She relinquished her hold with a pout, and I brushed a kiss across that puffed-out bottom lip, nipping at it before heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Once I made my way back to the bedroom, I used her long-forgotten towel to get her cleaned up, then tossed it to the side and climbed in next to her.
Curling against her, I slipped an arm around her waist and tugged her back to my chest. I relished the soft hum she gave, how she shimmied her ass right up against me, like she was trying to get closer. Rubbing small circles on her stomach with my thumb, I kissed the nape of her neck before inhaling deeply. Loving that my sheets now smelled like us.
“We can’t spend all day in bed…” Lola whispered.
“I don’t know. I’m not on duty until tonight, which means we can spend all day in bed.” I reached up and cupped one of her breasts, rubbing my thumb over her nipple until it hardened under my touch. “Unless that doesn’t sound appealing to you…”
“It sounds like my own personal sort of heaven, to be honest.”
Mine too.