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I feel it, instantly, straight between my thighs. The race of my pulse there, the flush of heat. “I want to feel it all.”
“What do you want to feel?” she asks and places another kiss on my chest. I can’t take my eyes off her. My heart is beating so fast that I feel dizzy with it. Blurring what I think and what I should say. So it all tumbles from me. “I want to feel you.”
She kisses down my body so slowly. Lips touching me over and over again. Her tongue drags a little down my body.
I swallow. My mouth feels dry and it’s just so hard to catch my breath. So many kisses . . . the drag of her tongue . . . my fingers stretch, then grab the blanket hanging over the sofa, bunching it in my palm. I grip it as I start to tremble harder. And her expert hands move effortlessly over my body, over my clothes, and they start to undo and remove them. But it is all so skillful, so gentle, that I barely notice as I come undone.
She kisses through my trembles as she makes her way down further. She runs along my thigh with her mouth.Down slowly and then back up just as slow, and the slowness is overwhelming . . . I’m aching. Aching for more. My panties stick to me. I’m already so wet. I can feel it, and I feel shy for her to know how little control I have over how much I want her.
She stops and then presses a kiss right against my wet panties and then nuzzles her face in. My clitoris throbs in response.
“Lola . . . Please . . .” I don’t know what I’m saying, what I’m asking. Just that I am desperate for more of her, that I want to feel her tongue against me.
She gives me another kiss and then another. I know she can feel my wetness through my panties. “Please what, baby?” she asks soft and low right against my panties.
Her kisses give me a little pressure, the tease of relief, but it’s not enough. Her words vibrate against me. Making me tense and tremble more. “Please . . . please lick me . . . I want to feel your tongue . . .”
“Can you lift up your ass for me, baby?” Her voice is rich like silk.
I nod. My knees press into the sofa, hips slowly thrusting up, holding them there as my ass slowly leaves her lap and she lifts me slowly, lowering me back onto the rug. She slides me into place where she wants me before she moves to the top of my panties and grips them between her teeth. Then she slowly pulls them down, gently moving them down my legs. Her mouth, her nose, runs over my pussy.
“Oh . . .” I let out a moan. I can feel the exposure of the silk of my panties peeling from me, sticking in places because I’m so wet. Then her face runs over me, against me, and it feels so fucking good.
She returns to my pussy and gives me a kiss. A slow one. And then a lick. A deep one.
And I react on instinct. My thighs part further as my eyes close. She kisses my vulva so slowly it’s like she is making out with me, then a lick, deep and long, pushing inside me, pulling out of me . . .
She is making me lose my senses.
She is driving me crazy.
Her nose drags along against me. Her tongue flicks and swirls over and over against me.
I can see the mess of her hair between my legs. Her eyes are closed. She looks so incredibly beautiful.
I’ve never felt like this before during sex. This is something entirely new and completely incredible. I want to give every part of myself to her and take every part of her from her.
My hands reach for her. My nails lightly run up her back to show my hunger and my palm gently rests against the back of her head to show her my need. I draw her face tighter against me as my hips slowly thrust up. I hold her in place, so close to me so all she can breathe and taste and smell is me.
I don’t want to take over, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Another run of my nails up her back. My feet slide up, knees bending and spreading outwards so I can open myself completely for her. Then I pull her face against me again. Both hands. And I grind hard. She lets out a moan right into my pussy as I grind against her face. She licks me again and again. Her tongue flicks and swirls as I grind harder, making her struggle to breathe every now and then. When she does, it’s all me.
I can feel my own neediness in her, too, in every lick and press against me. She attacks me hungrily with her mouth.
I am needy for her. I need to see my pleasure dripping from her face, no limits or lines. “Does it make you feel like I own you?” I gasp.
“Yes.” She nods and I feel her mouth move against me as she does. “It does. It makes me feel like you own me.”
“Is that what you want?” My voice is so slow, soft, higher than normal because she is still edging me, bringing me to that place where only she exists in my entire world. “You want to serve me?”
“Yes.” She nods again against me. “I want to serve you.”
“No lines? No limits?” My fingers tighten in her hair, and I thrust up harder, a deeper grind. Taking her air five . . . ten . . . fifteen . . . twenty seconds. I wonder how long she could drown in my pussy for.
“No lines or limits,” she says, struggling to get the words out as I thrust up and grind deeper and take more air away from her.
“I want to cross every line . . . push every limit.” She doesn’t need words; this is what she needs. I grind again and this time my legs close, curling around her to draw me into her hard, holding her in place. I love that she wants to serve me. Whenever I need to be pleasured, she’ll be there, eager for me . . . My thoughts have run wild and so has my body. I tense and wrap tightly around her, feeling it all take over, every single wave of pleasure I take and fall into. I am shaking, trembling, reaching the peak . . . and then I let go. A hot rush of me covers her tongue and her lips, smeared across her face as I orgasm hard with no inhibitions or reservations.
I feel like I black out for a minute. It is hard to tell where I am or what is real. But as the room comes into focus, all I can see is Lola. Covering my skin in kisses. I am naked while she is completely dressed, and the irony isn’t lost on me. As if she can hear my thoughts, she looks up at me with a grin.
