Until she smiles at me and reaches a still shaking hand up to cup my cheek.
“You okay?” I ask her, pressing a kiss to the soft, tender spot where her shoulder meets her neck.
“More than okay.” She rocks her hips against me. Once, twice. Then again and again, until it’s all I can do to keep from coming like a fucking fourteen-year-old before I ever get inside her. “But you didn’t—”
I slam my mouth down on hers, cutting her off with a kiss. Because if I hear her say the word come right now, there’s no way I’m going to keep it together. No way I’m not going to wrap her legs around my waist and shove myself inside her. No way I’m not going to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her, until neither one of us can breathe, let alone stand and talk and function.
She kisses me back, bites at my lip, then thrusts her tongue deep in my mouth to tangle with mine.
And then her hands are fumbling between us, guiding me to her.
“Lola—” It’s all I can say, all I can think, as her hand closes around my rock-hard dick. “Lola, Lola, Lola—”
“Fuck me, Garrett. Please.” Her voice is breathless, her eyes pleading as she starts to jack me off, her thumb rubbing back and forth over my tip. I’m so turned on that I’m leaking pre-cum and I know if I leave her to it—if I let her keep doing this for much longer—I’m going to blow like a fucking teenager with his first girl.
The thought takes me higher and I can feel the heat starting in my back, can feel it gathering right at the base of my spine and working its way through my dick. Through my drawn-up balls.
I try one more time to pull away, to set her down. “Condom!” I gasp out with my last bit of willpower. I need to protect her.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” She wraps one hand around my hip and cups my ass in her palm. Her other hand is on my dick, lining me up at her entrance so that all I have to do is take a deep breath and I’ll be inside her.
I hold my breath, try to stay completely still. But it’s so hard, so fucking hard, when she’s spread right in front of me for the taking. I’ve never trusted a woman with birth control before, not when I’ve been schooled since puberty not to take the chance of bringing an illegitimate heir into the picture. But this is Lola and I do trust her, probably more than I should. Definitely more than I want to.
“I’m clean too,” I tell her.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she demands, those beautiful sky-blue eyes of hers fuzzy and a little wet as they stare imploringly into mine. “Garrett, please. I need you, IneedyouIneedyouIneedyouIneedyouIneed—”
It’s the last straw. My control deserts me and with one forward thrust of my hips, I’m buried deep inside of her.
Her wet heat clamps around me and she feels so good—so good—that I nearly come with the first stroke.
With the first lift of her hips against mine.
With the first moan that falls from her lips.
But this is Lola and I need to make it good for her. Need to make her come one more time before I finally let go of everything slamming around inside of me.
“Lola, sweetheart.” I kiss my way up her neck, pausing occasionally to lick at the rivulets of sweat that are running down her skin. Her sweat. My sweat. At th
is point I can’t tell whose it is and I don’t give a shit anyway. Don’t give a shit about anything but feeling her come around me.
“You feel so good,” I tell her as I kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. “I need you so much. I need—”
“Then fuck me!” she demands, using her free hand to grab my other hip and yank me against her, inside her, hard. She cries out and so do I. Then I’m pumping inside of her in a hard, steady rhythm that has both of us gasping for air as sweat continues to pour down our bodies.
I’m so close that the need to come is a fire in my blood, a haze in my brain, a drive deep within me that I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. Being inside Lola feels so good that I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but feel as she tightens her beautiful legs around me and takes me again and again and again.
Dipping my head, I draw her nipple into my mouth. I suck hard at the same moment I slide my thumb around her clit and start to stroke her.
She cries out then, and it’s my name on her lips. My name beating through her blood as she rocks her head against the wall and lets me take her higher. Lets me take her all the way to ecstasy.
She’s coming now, her body clenching rhythmically on my own, and it feels so good that I lose my last tenuous hold on control and fly right over the edge with her. Lola feels it—feels me—and she arches her hips, bites down on my shoulder.
The sharp little stab of pain takes me even higher, has me gasping for her as my orgasm goes on and on and on.
I hold her tight as I empty myself inside of her, pressing my fingers into her hips and my lips against the side of her breast. But she holds me too, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Garrett.” She whispers my name against my skin as she strokes over the scars on my back, delicately tracing them with her fingertips.