Page 93 of Play With Me

When she felt my fingers at the hem of her sweater, she helped me remove it, breaking away from my lips for a second to pull it over her head. I didn’t waste any time and pulled off her tank top, loving the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her perky breasts bounced ever so lightly as I took her lips again. Thankfully, her fingers found my belt, but she fumbled and cursed into my mouth. I finally pulled away and took her hands into mine, lifting them to my lips, kissing them. It had been too long since I had her at the motel. Way too long.

“Let me do that.”

I unclasped my belt and unzipped my fly like I’d practiced this every single morning and night of my life. She dragged my pants down to my knees with her feet until they fell to the floor. I felt her cool hand over my erection.

Relief wasn’t even close to what my balls experienced when they contracted, igniting all my nerves and threatening to finish me before I even started. To shake off her effective strokes, I kissed my way down to her nipple and let my tongue concentrate on its round shape and hard tip. Lola’s hand slid off me and she gripped the counter, leaning back, gasping for air, allowing my lips to take hold of that pebble and tighten.

The soft moan turned into a fervent gasp when her nipple sprang from between my lips, reminding me how much fun it was to make Lola hot, wet, and bothered. She was perfect, and that made me only want to give her more pleasure. I licked around the other nipple then down her ribs and across her stomach to her belly button, while lowering my hand to her pussy. I cupped her, massaged her mound, and rubbed my thumb over her clit before dragging my fingers lower. She dripped over them, and I slid inside her with ease, pumping upward, circling my thumb over her swelling clit and lowering my mouth from her belly to where she needed me the most.

Her head tilted back, her mouth opened, and her hips began that rolling motion. As soon as I licked her, her body jerked, sending her tits above into another beautiful bounce. I sucked on her, added a finger, and pumped her, massaging, making sure she felt that beautiful friction I had no doubt would send her over the edge.

Lola’s tiny yelps were turning my dick into a permanent upright fixture. Her hips changed direction from rolling and circling to completely fucking my fingers. It took only a few more flicks of my tongue for her to scream my name at the top of her lungs.

“Brook!”

And it was beautiful. It was everything I wanted to hear. I rose as soon as she settled but kept her knees parted. Sweat was dripping down her forehead and chest, and strands of hair were stuck to her skin.

She was barely breathing, and exhaustion and bliss were making her lips tremble, but she didn’t move.

I grabbed my dick in my hand and swept it up and down between her folds, waiting for the moment she was ready for more.

“I’ve been wanting to scream like that for ages.”

“You’re going to scream again, Lola.”

Her brows rose.

“How’s that energy of yours?” I asked. “Can you keep going?”

I plunged inside her as soon as she gave me her eager nod, and I felt all my testosterone instantly swell in my balls. I grabbed her hips, pulling her onto me, making sure I could feel the slap against her pussy every time I pushed into her. She somehow managed to wrap her arms around my neck and climb onto my body while I kept pushing into her, over and over again, standing upright, holding her tight ass and allowing gravity take her body lower so that I could sink deeper.

Fuck!

Feeling that final contraction at the bottom of my spine, holding her whole body against mine, I let out a last groan and spilled.

I set Lola down on the counter, slowly withdrew, took her face between my palms, and said the words that had been filling my heart and I’d been wanting to say for a long time. “Lola, I love you. I’m so madly in love with you, I can’t even think.”

Her mouth opened and I closed it shut again when I locked my lips with hers. This was the first time I’d seen her shut up, and that was okay. Somehow, I knew what she felt as well, and I didn’t need to hear it. I just had to be patient until she was ready to tell me on her own.

We pulled apart. I reached over to the kitchen sink, soaked a fresh dishcloth, and washed the swelling between her legs. We weren’t done for tonight. I’d let her rest, then gladly sink inside her again. I lifted her off the kitchen counter and carried her to the family room, flicking the fireplace switch on the way. Flames rose, casting a glow across the furniture edges and the sheepskin rug in the center of the room. I lowered her in the warmest spot, and she lay down on the pillow I pulled from the chaise. Supporting myself on my elbow, I lay at her side and drew my finger over that faint scar in the middle of her chest, then the one at her pubic bone.

“I’m very sorry about your loss, Lola.”

“Thank you.”

“Was that your baby’s grave in New York?”

“Yes, she’s lying there with Sebastian.”

“It was a girl?”

I watched as she swallowed hard, then nodded and snuggled to my body. I felt like such a lucky bastard that I had Sophie in my life. I shifted so that I could place my arm comfortably underneath her neck.

“It’s been almost eight years. I don’t think it will ever stop hurting, but at least Sebastian died a hero.”

An old feeling stirred in my chest. Sophie would be eight this coming January, and every year we celebrated her birthday, the pain returned. This time, though, was different. This time, the pain somehow meant more.

“I understand. I don’t think it ever stops hurting, but being with you and seeing you with Sophie, it feels right.” It felt like Lola was meant to be part of our lives.

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