Page 30 of Homecoming

“Ian,” Lola whispered as I slithered down her body, barely touching her, just softly breathing on her bare skin. Her muscles contracted and relayed as I made my way up and down her body, following some road that I was only now finding the map for.

I kissed and licked her nipples, and traced the tip of my tongue over her belly button. With my right hand, I caressed the behind of her knee, and the soft skin of her thighs as I opened her up to me. I ran my nose just above the strip of short, black hair between her legs.

My mouth watered at the sight of her-pretty, pink, and soaking wet just for me. But before I even had a chance to take my first taste, Lola sat up, grabbed my head, said angrily, “Enough teasing, Ian,” and kissed me while falling back on her back, pulling me with her. Over her.

“Lola,” I mumbled, but didn’t get a chance to protest as she groaned “I need you to fuck me, Ian. You can explore later. I want to do that too,” I raised my elbows to look at her. Her pupils were dilated, her lips swollen, and her hair was all over my pillows. At that moment, I was living in one of my dreams. Her breath coming in short bursts, she completely obliterated all the control I had left in me, “Right now, what I need or I will die, Ian, is for you to fuck me.”

I felt my balls draw up as her words registered. “Jesus,” I breathed, and in a flurry of movement, jumped up from the bed to my pants, and took out a condom.

I rolled the fucker on, with Lola staring at my hands and cock, her tongue swiping her lower lip.

“Christ,” I bit and reached out for her, catching her behind her knees, and opening her legs.

I didn’t wait for a second longer. Giving both of us what we desperately needed I lined up with her opening and pushed, gliding in all the way to the hilt.

“God, Ian,” Lola moaned.

It felt like another one of my dreams-only, it was better than any dream I could come up with.

“Fuck me, baby,” I all but wept. “You’re so tight. Tight, and warm, and wet, and perfect.”

I wasn’t sure I was making any sense at all anymore, all rational thought left me.

“Ian,” Lola framed my face with her hands to get me to focus. “I need you to move.”

I nodded, pulling out slowly until I reached the tip, and pushing back in with all my might, jolting Lola onto the bed.

I watched her tits bounce. “Perfect,” I whispered to myself and did it again.

I wanted this to last forever, I wanted to stay just like this with her until the day I died. But soon, Lola’s moans and whimpers urged me to go faster. Tilting her ass with a hard push on her hips, I started thrusting.

“Ian,” Lola gasped-the only warning I had that she was close. Her pussy squeezed my dick as if trying to wring it dry. Feeling the exquisite pain, my eyes closed. I bucked into her, until a heat went over the small of my back, to my balls and dick. Hearing nothing but white noise, my muscles coiled, and I grunted incoherently into the skin of her neck.

After a moment or two of waiting for hearing to come back, and for my body to start functioning again, I kissed a spot where her neck met her shoulder and inhaled her flowery scent mixed with the smell of sweat, and me.

Fuck… I could smell myself on her skin.

Knowing that, some primal urge in me came to life, and at that moment I knew my only reason for being from that moment on was to keep Lola safe and happy.

She was mine.

I got up on my elbows to take a bit of my weight off of her so I wouldn’t suffocate her.

She was laying under me with her eyes closed, her skin flushed wearing nothing but a small, satisfied smile on her face.

She was never more beautiful than at that moment.

The only regret I had was not telling her everything before I branded my soul with her body.

Whether she would stay or leave me once she found out was no longer her choice, because there was no way in hell I was ever letting her go after this.

Whether I would have her in my bed, to protect her, to take care of her, to love her…. Or if I had to do it all from far away, she was never going to have me out of her life again.

She was never walking away from me.

I was so lost in thought, I didn’t see her opening her eyes. When she cupped my face with her hand, I jolted.

“Are you okay?” she queried.