She looks in my eyes and puts her palm to my cheek as she gasps. I adore her. There’s a split-second exchange between us as we look at each other, and then she whimpers as the sensations overtake her.
I’m so captivated by this, by the way she breathes, the way her neck arches back as she quivers involuntarily all over. I defy anyone to find a sight more beautiful than this. It’s fuckin’ impossible.
I cup my hand between her legs as she starts to come down, and I softly kiss her lips while she pants.
“The most beautiful,” I whisper against her neck. “My love. Always my love.”
She looks into my eyes and brushes her fingers through my hair. The smile she gives me says it all: she loves me, she trusts me, she believes in me, and the two of us were meant to be together. She’s my soul mate. And I’m hers.
She sits up and moves to straddle me. At first, she kisses my neck—which she knows I love—and then she tugs at the bottom of my T-shirt until I pull it off. She gives my chest an eager glance and then kisses this little place under my jaw that I’ve recently discovered is a huge turn on for me. Girls have kissed me there before, of course, but it’s different when Lola does it. Something about it is softer and more intimate than with anybody else.
“Mmm,” I exhale as she ghosts a fingertip around each muscle in my stomach like she’s outlining them.
She kisses down the side of my neck and over my chest as she slides off my lap and kneels between my legs on the bed. She unbuttons my pants and slides her hand inside, stroking me a couple times and making me draw in a sharp breath. I’m leaning back on my elbows watching her hand move, and I start panting. Fuck! The feel of her hands…so good.
She pushes me back onto the bed with her palm and then starts kissing low on my stomach from one hip to the other. As much as I want her mouth right now, I want this to be about her. I want to show her my love for her, and I want to give her pleasure more than I want to get anything in return.
“Baby,” I whisper to her, “let me make love to you.”
She looks up at me and gives me the sweetest smile as she gets up.
I stand for a second to take my pants all the way off, then I reach for her jeans and slide them down. It kind of reminds me of the first time we ever did it. We’re in the same bed, and I remember sliding her pants down her legs and praying that it really was going to happen. Now I know that it’ll happen, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less psyched about it.
I lay her down on the bed and embrace her, kissing her and whispering over and over again that I love her and that she has my heart.
She opens her legs a little wider, and I shift my body so I can enter her.
I like watching her face as I fill her, seeing the way her lips part a little wider as she draws in a heavy breath.
I rock her slowly—I’ve always liked taking her gently and really savoring every second of it. She likes it too; she gets this calm wave of contentment and looks really deep in my eyes.
Her sounds are beautiful. So soft and light. I fuckin’ hear music every time I’m inside her, and the way that she whimpers and moans is like a song to me, a song I’d listen to over and over until I’d memorized every note.
I purposely take it slow, taking my time to hit every sensitive spot inside her. Her legs are around my waist at first, but I hike them up one at a time until her knees are hooked over my biceps. She likes it this way. After that, she slides her ankles up onto my shoulders so she’s folded over and her knees are against her chest. She likes it like that too. I think it’s cool how she actively goes after what she wants.
A little while later, I flatten my hand under her back and lift her up so we’re both sitting on the bed. Her legs move to my sides, and she straddles my lap while I hold her close against me. We’re both pretty big fans of this position because of the intimacy of it. We’re so close, looking right into each other’s eyes, kissing, whispering, caressing. It makes me feel so connected to her.
She closes her eyes, and I feel her ribs expand and contract a little more than before. Soon she’s squeezing me from inside as she experiences one of those slow, rolling orgasms. I’m always happy when I can give her these because they last a long time and her whole body gets so pliable and relaxed.
She rests her head on my shoulder and works her hips, making that wave motion with her back that I’ve always found really hot. I hold her in my arms so I can feel how all her muscles react while she’s coming, and I know I don’t have long before it overwhelms me too.
“Forever, James,” she whispers in my ear. “Forever and ever.”
I pull her tight against me and pump her really deep a few times before it hits me and I spill out into her.
“Mmm, yes,” she says softly against my neck.
It kind of blows my mind how much she likes this now, especially considering she insisted on condoms for months. Again, I think it’s that whole primal thing, nature taking over. Millions of years of evolution have brought us together, and we’re expressing our love in the purest, most natural way.
She embraces me, and her lips are light like a butterfly as she kisses up and down my neck a zillion times until my skin feels tingly and my breathing slows down.
“I love you,” she whispers. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
What could possibly be better than this?
She hugs me with her whole body and sighs as she rests her head on my shoulder.
Content. That’s what I feel. Overwhelmingly relaxed and content. My girl loves me, and I love my girl.
“Thank you, Lo,” I say, giving her a sincere, appreciative smile. “Thank you for what you did today, for standing up to him like that.”
“No sweat,” she replies and kisses me again.
“Thank you for everything, baby,” I whisper into her hair as I squeeze her closer. “Not just today, but every day. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life, but I’m grateful for you every single day.”
“I’m grateful for you too, James. You’ve been like the other half of me for so long. You mean so much to me. Your friendship, your love…and your lust,” she adds with a sexy smile.
I give her a little growl and swing her around so she’s on her back with me on top of her. She’s giggling as I aggressively kiss up and down her neck like I’m ravenous for her—which is kind of true, because I always am.
I run my nose up and down hers and then give her soft, sweet little kisses across her cheeks, forehead, jaw and lips.
“You know what my favorite thing about you is?” I ask her with a sneaky grin.
“My tits?” she replies, answering with a naughty smile of her own.
“Nope.”
“My ass?”
“Wrong again, though I will say your ass would definitely make my top five. That ass is good, baby! Real good.”
She laughs loudly and gives me a little kiss.
“Okay, what is it?” she asks.
“Your brain.”
“My brain?” She bursts into laughter. “That was completely unexpected.”
“And why’s that? I can’t appreciate a girl for her mind? I have to only be attracted to her body?”
“Traditionally, yes.” She snickers.
“You don’t think I can be in love with that sexy mind of yours?”
“I just didn’t think that’d be your first choice when it came to what you liked about me.”
“Well, you thought wrong, little lady!” I reply, raising an eyebrow at her.
“My brain, huh? You’re so mature now,” she teases. “Letting your head weigh in on things instead of just letting your dick tell you what to do.”
“Oh, my dick still tells me what to do,” I respond with a grin. “But it’s a more democratic process now. The brain gets to cast a vote too.”
She buries her face in my neck as she snickers.
“But they don’t always agree, so the heart comes in there as the tie-breaker,” I continue, keeping
her laughing. “It’s sort of like the mediator.”
“You are so fucking crazy. Seriously, James, I love you so much!” she replies with the cutest, most innocent, most precious smile.
“Right back atcha, cupcake!” I chuckle, giving her a wink.
She kisses me again, but both of us decide that it would be best to not spend the whole day fucking like sex-crazed hyenas, so we get up from the bed and straighten ourselves out.
Fuckin’ Lola, man. My goddamn dream girl.
Chapter 8
Lola
I TURN TO GATHER MY CLOTHES, and James takes this opportunity to take a very obvious glance at my breasts. I’m smiling as I look him over. He really can’t get enough of me, and I feel a little embarrassed to admit that the feeling is very mutual. I never thought I’d be one of those girls who has the kind of sex drive that makes her want it constantly, but I can’t look at James without picturing him pressed against me, steadily driving into me and hitting all the places inside me that give me the most pleasure. Even right now, as my heart rate is still elevated from my previous orgasms, I can’t help but want him again.
“Let’s get out of here today,” I suggest, forcing myself to go into the bathroom for fear that I’ll jump him again.
“Okay,” he agrees, hopping up from the bed. “Where should we go?”
“Let’s go look at wedding venues—the ones outside of town.”
“Quick trip up to the mountains, maybe?”
“Yes! That’d be perfect.”
“I like that plan.” He nods in approval and joins me in the bathroom.
I briefly clean up and debate taking a shower. My skin has a shimmer of sweat, and my hair could use some work so I don’t look like I just indulged in a little afternoon delight with my own personal sex god.
James stands behind me and slides his hands over my stomach. “Want me to help you freshen up?” he asks, mischievously nipping my earlobe.
“I can manage,” I say, trying to focus on something else so I don’t go for it again.
“Come on,” he whispers against my neck. “I like tending to you and taking care of you. And I like it even more when that care involves anything between your legs.”
“I can’t even believe you want to go again,” I say, giggling. “That one was pretty intense, and I can’t imagine you’d be ready for round two so soon.”
“I’m always ready,” he says, pulling me against him so I can feel just how eager he really is.
He tilts my head forward and starts kissing the nape of my neck, which we’ve discovered is a major erogenous zone for me. Soon, his hands come around and start palming my breasts and teasing my nipples. He nudges my legs a little farther apart, gets me into a good position leaning over the counter, and then bends his knees to slip into me again. His chest presses against my back as he begins to shift his pelvis, giving me that perfect rhythm that makes me lose control.
I’m breathing heavy, and my eyes are closed. When I open them, I see him gazing at me through the mirror. Something about being able to see my own expression while I’m experiencing this kind of pleasure makes this whole thing feel naughty and hot.
His hand snakes around and starts rubbing me, and I’d be surprised if I last even ten seconds. Almost immediately, I detonate while I watch the absolute hunger in his eyes as he pumps me faster. His breath is hot against my neck, and I turn my head so I can kiss him. A beautifully masculine groan escapes from his chest, and he stills, emptying himself in me for the second time today.
Both of us slump forward, his large hands resting beside mine on the counter. My cheeks are flushed, both from the sex and just a little embarrassment at my insatiable desire. I’m a grown woman, for fuck’s sake! I should not be this unbelievably horny all the time. I should be able to go more than a day without sex, but James has me hooked.
He slides out and then gives my butt a little pat, which makes me giggle.
“All right,” he says, “this time I’ll clean you up for real, and I’ll try not to fuck you in the process.”
“You’re a bad influence,” I joke, bashfully glancing up at him through my eyelashes.
“Yeah, and you love it!” he boasts.
A couple hours later, we pull up in Jonathan’s car to the front of the historic hotel. This one’s legendary because everyone says it’s haunted, which makes for a fun mystique.
When we get to the desk, James flashes his most charming smile as he explains that we don’t have an appointment, but we came to see what ballrooms might be available for a small wedding ceremony. Naturally, the woman at the desk, Sandra, is happy to help him, and soon we’re on a private tour of some of the classically beautiful spaces.
“We have a variety of spaces, both indoor and outdoor, and we can accommodate anywhere from fifty to two hundred guests in one of our ballrooms,” she explains as we take in the first room.
I flip through the brochure she handed us and scope out the “recommended services” section. It’s basically a collection of ads for local flower shops, musicians, limousine services and photographers. It hits me that we have a lot of planning to do in a short amount of time, since I’d like to get this whole thing out of the way as quickly as possible. The fight with James’s dad only reminded me of the inevitable drama that could go down if we decide to invite my dad, and I don’t even want to let that infect my thoughts right now. Maybe we could just not tell him about it, not invite him at all, and just let him find out years from now. I can’t dwell on him, and I need to focus. Ugh! Just shove it out of your mind for now.
“All of our reception packages include complimentary setup and teardown as well as a full banquet staff,” Sandra continues, thankfully snapping me out of my worries. “We also include a deluxe suite for the bride and groom for the wedding night, and special room rates for guests.”
As I listen to her, I take in the room. It’s a little too large for the small ceremony I’m going for, but it’s got a very elegant feel. It almost reminds me of one of the first-class dining areas on the Titanic, since the hotel was built in that era. I can picture family members dressed up as they participate in the complimentary champagne toast or watch us cut the cake. God, the moms will be absolutely overjoyed the whole time. I can just see the two of them with their smug, conspiratorial smiles as they gloat about how they’ve predicted James and I would end up together since we were children. I’m laughing a little to myself as we move on to the next room and Sandra briefs us on its unique amenities.
When we wrap up the tour, we decide to grab lunch at the main restaurant. We split a shishito pepper appetizer and I order the smoked turkey wrap while he goes for a grilled Angus burger. We’re enjoying our meal and talking about which rooms we liked when his phone buzzes in his pocket.
“It’s Mom,” he says when he pulls it out and glances at the screen.
I feel a pang of guilt thinking about the scene this morning. I really let Jon have it, and I wonder if Brenda was upset about it.
“Hey, Mom,” he answers. “Yeah, we’re good. We decided to head up to look at venues.”
There’s a pause, and I try to listen to what she’s saying over the light chatter of the other diners.
“Are you sure?” he asks cautiously. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“What?” I mouth to him.
“Dinner,” he whispers back, covering the phone with his hand.
Oh, boy. That seems like a disaster waiting to happen.
“Is Dad okay with this?” he says a little quieter. “I just don’t want to have a repeat of this morning. I’m not going to let him say stuff like that to me, and I know Lola’s definitely not going to bite her tongue if he keeps it up.”
I give James a nod and a proud smile. That’s right, baby. I’ll always fight for you, no matter the opponent.
“I think it’s important too, Mom, but I’m not going to let him ruin this for me. I’m married to someone I love so much, and I’m not about to let his attitude tarn
ish that. If he can’t mellow out, he shouldn’t be a part of it at all.”
“Nice!” I mouth to James, giving him a thumbs-up. I like that he’s taking a stand, and staying calm and collected while doing it.
He pauses for a moment and listens to her. I can tell from his expression that she’s getting emotional, and it’s really impacting him. “All right,” he sighs. “I’m willing to give it a shot, but only because I know it’s important to you.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
When he hangs up with her, he drops his head dramatically before looking up at me. “Well, I guess we’re having dinner with my parents tonight.”
“Shit,” I sigh.
“I know,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m going to do my best to not knock his stubborn ass out. You do your best to not go ‘pack leader’ on him—”
I burst into laughter, and he gives me a wink.
“And we’ll just see how it goes,” he concludes.
“All right. If that’s the way it goes down, then that’s the way it goes down, but I’ll do my best to not turn into She-Hulk.”
“Good,” he says, leaning over the table to give me a quick kiss. “You wanna take a walk after this? We could just go for a little stroll on one of the easy trails.”
“You’re thinking I need to go be peaceful in nature so I can find some kind of zen balance between wanting to be polite and wanting to slap your dad?” I ask, laughing.
“A little bit, yes,” he confesses with a grin.
“That’s actually not a bad idea.”
“What is it Stacey says? ‘Humble your warrior.’”
Stacey, who used to be BDSM star Savannah Slade, has gone from abused sex slave to my new BFF, and now she’s training to become a yoga teacher. James paid for her classes, since he’s still harboring some pretty major guilt from their shoots, and she’s very close to receiving her certification. His professional rival, Ethan Dane, goes to her same studio and they’ve been hanging out and getting into transcendental stuff and spiritualism a lot. She’s Miss Meditation these days, and James loves to tease me for getting into it with her on occasion.
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