Page 20 of The Senator's Daughter

I laugh and lean back in for another kiss, sealing our secrets, although I think to myself that mine isn’t much of a good secret at all.

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Willow

It is funny how slowly time can pass when things seem gray, then how they can flash by in the blink of an eye when someone brings a multitude of colors that make every day sparkle with new shades and perspectives.

Love. Not something I ever thought I would find. It is like a warm embrace, filling my heart with joy and making me smile from ear to ear. I feel like I’m walking on air--as if nothing can bring me down. This magical sensation makes me believe in forever, in a happily ever after. Lola is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

But she doesn’t know who I am.

I mean that isn’t strictly true. She does know who I am. Lola knows me better than anyone has ever known me or could possibly know me. But Lola doesn’t know where I come from. She doesn’t understand the implications of being with me.

“Lola, I want to take all my clothes off and feel you all over me,” I say.

“Yeah? What should I start with, baby?”

I take off my socks and walk over to her, putting my foot on her thigh. “My toes.”

Lola takes my foot and gently runs her fingers along the bottom. Pressing, a soft massage.

It makes me gasp a little. My muscles tense, then slowly I relax with each press of her fingers. Then I switch, giving her the other foot. Wanting the same touches.

Willow gives the same attention to that foot. Then she brings it up a little and bends her head down to give my toes a kiss before continuing the massage.

My fingers reach and gently run through Lola’s soft, dark hair. Petting her as she gives me a kiss. It feels so sweet and soft, and her fingers move so well against my foot and toes. I start to work down my yoga pants, slowly, lifting my foot to slip them free.

She helps me pull them the rest of the way off, and then she goes back down to my foot to give my toes another kiss.

“I like that, baby,” I tell her softly, praising Lola for doing such a good job and making me feel so special. “You can touch me a little higher. More kisses, baby.” I lift my foot, holding the top of her head to steady myself as I rest it on her shoulder, so now my calf rests against her cheek.

She turns and starts to press her lips up further. She lets her tongue drag up my leg as her hands also trail behind to squeeze, press, and massage all over the new spaces.

My hand stays on top of her head, keeping me balanced as she touches and kisses me. It feels so good. I slowly lower my foot back down, standing between her thighs as she sits on the couch. And I softly tell her, “Take off my panties, baby.”

Lola slowly reaches her hands up my legs until she gets to my hips. Her fingers hook into my panties and she slowly and softly pulls them down my body.

I start to stroke her hair before tilting her head back. Now she is looking up at me as I draw her in. Her chin rests against my pelvis. “You remember that video we watched . . . how good she licked? How hungry . . . eager . . . desperate she was?”

Lola bites her lip and nods slowly.

I keep stroking her hair, pressing a little harder against her. So close. She is just so close to my pussy. “Do you think you can lick like that?”

She nods again slowly before whispering, “Yes.”

My fingers keep running through Lola’s hair, brushing it back as I look down into her big, blue eyes. She’s so needy, so desperate to please. “I think you would try so hard,” I say. “Wouldn’t you, baby?”

“Yes. Your pussy is the only thought I have. The only thing I want. The only thing I need.”

I don’t part my thighs. I don’t do anything to help her. Lola will have to work for it. She will have to show me just how much she wants it, needs it. And I know she will. I know it is all she can think about as I give her one last slow pet. “Show me.”

She starts to kiss up my thighs. Hungry, needy, full kisses. Her hands cling to the backs of my thighs and I can feel her hands gripping, holding onto me. It is so fucking sexy. Surely Lola can feel me tremble and shiver as my feet slowly start to spread, parting my thighs at the same time hers do. Lola’s face inches teasingly closer, and then she is there. Pressed right to me. She takes a quick lick. And then another. A kiss. And then another. Like each one could be her last.

My feet slide together a bit, my thighs closing again, but this time her face is there. Lola is trapped slightly between my legs as she holds me. Quick licks come first, but they grow with each taste she is getting--an addict getting her fix and only wanting more and more.

She presses her face right against me. As tight as she can get it because she needs to be that close to my pussy. She needs to inhale it, to let it fill her up, and to press her tongue to it. Her licks get longer, still maintaining that level of need, desire, and hunger she has for me. She lets out a moan against me and a shiver because it is just so good.

“Fuck.” I feel it. Lola makes me feel how much she needs it and wants it. And the wetter I get, the more I feel, the more she gives, until she is moaning and shivering. All for me. Not even touching herself. Just being able to taste me and make me feel good makes her tremble. It is so intoxicating to watch her like this.

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