She nods excitedly.
“Jesus Christ, Lola,” I sigh. “I have never met a girl more perfect than you!”
That makes her laugh hard, and she bats her eyes at me.
I go grab the Blu-ray and pop it in before I hop into bed with her, cuddling up under the covers with my arm around her. It’s times like this when I’m very grateful that I got to marry my best friend. Not only can we have explosive sex, we also get to chill and watch movies together. It’s the best of both worlds, really. I get to have anytime-you-want sex with a beautiful girl, and I get to hang out with the coolest person I’ve ever met.
Chapter 16
Lola
I’VE ONLY GOT A FEW MORE DAYS of antibiotics left, and I’m feeling a zillion times better. I can breathe, I have much more energy, and I think I’m almost back to normal. I really don’t need to take the rest of them, but according to the Internet, people not taking the full course of antibiotics is how super-flus get started, and I’m not about to cultivate some kind of X-Men bacteria this close to my wedding.
James let me sleep in today and said he was going to work on something in the yard, which was hilarious to me because he always hated landscaping when his dad made him do it for the family business. He’s Mr. Mature now, and he said it’s about making the backyard as beautiful as the inside of our new house.
I stand at the kitchen window, sipping iced tea and watching him work with his shirt off. It’s been almost two weeks since we had sex, and I’m jonesing big time. I went for such a giant portion of my life without sex at all, and it’s kind of funny to me that now I need it on the regular like this. I think it’s James. He’s addictive. The man is a pro in the bedroom, and it’s hard to resist the allure of something that good whenever you want it.
The muscles of his back are flexing as he works, and he’s got a little sweat going on. He looks so fucking masculine right now, like he could scoop you up and ravage you. I want that. I want it really bad. I’m gettin’ some today. No question. He’s mine, it’s been too long, and I’m feeling good enough to jump him right now.
I decide to get creative, now that I’m aware of some of his fantasies. I head back to the bedroom and gather what I’m looking for. One of his shirts—check. White cotton panties—check. I pull my hair into pigtails and even grab some knee-high socks. I saw how aroused he was getting just telling me about this fantasy the other day, so he should be quite eager to make it real. Horny, innocent Lola—coming right up.
I go to the door and call for him. He looks up at me, and when he sees what I’m wearing, drops everything and walks up to me. I give him the wide, innocent eyes he says are so hot.
“I need your help with something,” I say in my cutest voice. “You see, I haven’t had sex with my gorgeous husband in days, and I’m just so unbearably horny right now.”
A devilish smile spreads over his face and he steps closer, towering over me. “Aw, baby, I can definitely help you with that.”
I try to look wide-eyed and naïve as he walks me backward into the kitchen, pinning me against the counter with his pelvis. He’s got the lusty look in his eyes. The Laser Beam. I can tell the days have passed very slowly for him too.
“I want it so bad I’m aching,” I say seductively, but still trying to be cute and innocent.
“Oh, that’s too bad, baby,” he says, clearly enjoying this little role-play. “Show me where it aches so I can make it feel better.”
“Here,” I say, grabbing my breasts, “and a lot down here.” I slide my hands down my body and grab my crotch.
“Good.” He nods. “I think I can take care of it for you.”
He’s still got me surrounded by his muscular frame, but he slowly tilts his head down, and his kiss is gentle and tender.
I try to keep my hands at my sides, going for that whole “I’ve never done this before, so I don’t know what to do” thing, but I can’t resist, and soon my fingers are tangled in his hair. The kiss turns more passionate, and I think he can tell that I really am unbearably horny right now. That part was no joke.
He runs his nose along mine and then looks down, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. He seems quite captivated with each inch of my skin he reveals. His breathing has changed and he’s got that hunger, the one I see when he’s past the point of no return. We won’t make it to the bed. This is going to happen right here in the kitchen. And I’m kind of digging that.
I reach over and rub his crotch before I start sliding his pants down and reaching for his cock, but he grabs my hand and pushes it back.
“Ah, ah,” he says, shaking his head. “I want you to get naked first.”
He slides my shirt open and reveals the simple white bra I’ve selected before he lightly palms my breasts. Fuck! I get that he wants to take it slow, build up a lot of teasing and tension, but I want it. Right now!
“I like your body,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, as he lightly grazes his fingertip from my neck to my navel.
He kisses my neck. Right there by my ear. The spot that makes me sigh and close my eyes. I can’t not touch him right now, so I run my hands up his chest, enjoying the hard muscles of his torso.
His tongue flicks against my neck, and I moan. Shit! That felt so good!
“Oh, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “You have no idea how good I’m gonna make you feel. You’re in for it, Lo. Your whole body’s going to be tingling when I’m done with you.”
James can make a promise like that, and I know he can keep it, so it sets me ablaze. I want him so bad right now that I’m squirming.
He turns me so I’m leaning forward onto the counter, and he starts kissing the back of my neck. His hands grip my hips and he sort of kneads them before lightly brushing his fingertips over my back in little circles. One hand moves onto my breast over my bra and the other slides between my legs, the fabric of my panties dividing us from skin-on-skin contact.
“You’re already so wet,” he breathes against my neck.
His fingers rub me over my panties, but really lightly. Still, it feels maddeningly good. My eyes close and my hips rock as I enjoy the sensation, the race to release.
“I bet you’ll come real quick for me today.” His voice has just a hint of smugness to it, that shameless confidence that he will, in fact, make me come right away.
His breath is hot against the nape of my neck, and his bare chest presses into my back. His fingers tease me while his other hand gives my breast a quick pump.
“Oh!” My moan is breathy and just a little shaky. I’m getting close.
Just then, he stops, taking his hand away. I whine, and I can feel him smiling as he drifts kisses over my shoulder.
“Stripped bare,” he says, turning me around again and sliding my panties down my legs.
I quickly unhook my bra and toss it, looking at him impatiently. I don’t care if we’re in the middle of the kitchen, in the middle of the day. I want! I want! I want!
He hikes me up onto the counter and puts his hands on my knees. “Open,” he says.
I comply, spreading my legs for him. That earns me the gaze, the barely contained lustful one that makes me shiver.
“Beautiful pussy,” he whispers, lowering down on his knees and kissing the inside of my knee. “I love to look at you like this. I love that you’ll just open your legs to me any time I ask you. It’s ’cause you want it as bad as I do.”
I nod, biting my bottom lip as I try to telepathically will him to put his mouth on me, to give me that glorious tongue.
He nuzzles my thigh and kisses a path up and down from my hip to my knee, but he won’t give me what I want yet. I can’t control my hips, and I’m wiggling all over the counter to try to direct him. My motions stop when he sucks on a tender little place on the inside of my thigh. Holy fuck!
He does it again, and my body involuntarily tenses up. He kisses the spot, then nips at it, and it’s more than I can take. I throw my head back and moan as I tremble with the first of what I’m guessi
ng will be many orgasms today.
“You are the single most orgasmic girl I’ve ever met,” he says, grinning as he stands up and takes my nipple in his mouth, quickly making me come again. He does the same on the other side, and I’m breathless as I cling to him.
Honestly, I don’t know how or why he can do this to me, why he seems to have a direct line to my pleasure center. It’s like he can give me a surge of oxytocin by just being near me. My whole world shifts when we’re in any type of intimate situation like this.
“I want it,” I pant, practically clawing at him. “I need it! More, James!”
It’s very clear that he loves this, that he’s thrilled to have turned me into a fucking animal in heat like this. It’s primal. I don’t care if I have to beg right now. I need him this very second!
He finally unleashes it and grabs my hips, tugging me forward and surging into me in one hard thrust.
I gasp and then hold my breath entirely as I relish the feeling. It feels like it’s been a century, even though it’s only been a few days. I wrap my limbs around him, pressing him as tightly to my body as possible while he stills and lets me feel it.
I start frantically kissing his neck, letting my tongue taste the sweat from his yard work. I’m wild. I’ve never been like this before. He seems a bit surprised too, and he stays still while my body wriggles and writhes against him. There isn’t a rhythm to my movements; they’re just impulsive, instinctual spasms, like my body is trying to capture every inch of him.
He scoops me up in his arms and kicks his pants off from around his ankles before walking into the bedroom. He flops me back on the bed, standing at the edge, and pulls my ankles up onto his shoulders. When he presses down, my body stretches around him. It’s only a few seconds before I’m riding the pleasure wave again. He grabs my hip, pushing deep into me, and loudly moans as he reaches his release.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, assuming we’ll need a few minutes before round two.
Boy, am I wrong! There is no pause, he simply scoots me up, gets on top of me, and drives into me again and again. Now I also have a sheen of sweat covering my skin, and I’m whimpering and quivering as he continues, moving me into whichever position he chooses. I’m so lost in my own pleasure that I hardly consider the fact that he’s been able to come multiple times without getting soft. I have no idea how long he can keep it up, but my brain can’t even understand any type of complex thought right now. All I can comprehend is, “Yes! Good! There! More!”
He rolls me onto my stomach and drapes his body over me, thrusting into me while he breathes against my back and occasionally nips my shoulder. Soon, he pulls me up so he’s taking me doggy-style. It’s so fucking deep like this! We’re talking James-Cameron-expedition-to-the-Titanic deep! I’m awash with shivers and involuntary spasms, one orgasm melting into another.
It dawns on me, of course, that I started all this to play into his fantasies. With that thought in my head, I manage to pant out, “Take me there.”
“Really?” he says through heavy breathing.
“I’m ready. I can do it.”
“You’re not gonna like it,” he replies, his voice amused.
“It’s your fantasy. I want to make it real.”
“It might hurt.”
“It won’t,” I state—like I have any fucking clue what I’m talking about!
I feel the bed shift when he reaches into the nightstand and grabs the lube, which we’ve never had use for until now. He drizzles it onto me and starts spreading it around the area.
“This first,” he says, sliding a finger into place.
Not bad. Surprisingly not bad. I think all my nerves are hypersensitive right now, and I’ve got so many pleasure chemicals surging around my brain that all my doubts have burnt away.
I’m borderline foggy as I feel his finger slide out. Then there’s pressure. A lot of pressure. I try to relax, and I think I do an okay job of it. He strokes my back and whispers sweet things to me. His touch has gone from ravenous to tender as he gently eases forward.
“Ow!” I yelp when he pops in. Nope, this was not what I was expecting! It feels absolutely gargantuan back there. How the fuck did the girls in his pornos handle this?
“Should I pull out?” he asks with concern.
“Yeah!” I grunt. “You were right; it hurts! You were right! You were right!”
He pulls out, but his thunderous laugh fills the bedroom before he flops onto the bed next to me. “I would just like to note that I did warn you.”
“I might have gotten a little carried away,” I say, my cheeks turning pink.
“A little overzealous?” he says, snickering.
“A little bit.” I laugh and nod my head.
“You really need to prepare for a little bit to do that sort of thing if you’re not used to it. You can’t just jump right to that,” he advises.
“I don’t think I’ll even be attempting it again, to tell you the truth. Sorry, buddy. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to handle that.”
He laughs hard, throwing his head back.
“I was trying to be all sexy, and it got away from me,” I remark, giggling.
“I think I came about fifty fuckin’ times already, so added bonuses are unnecessary.”
I rest my head on his chest, and he kisses my forehead. We both lie there panting and laughing at this failed attempt.
“Don’t tell Chad and Alejandro about this.” I snicker as I sit up to look at him.
“Why?” he asks with amusement.
“I don’t want them to know I even thought about doing it, let alone that I didn’t succeed.”
A booming laugh escapes his chest. “What makes you think I’d tell them anyway?”
“Oh, you are so full of shit! You tell them everything! It’s like how I tell Stacey everything.”
“You tell Stacey all the stuff we do?” he asks with a gasp, a huge, amused smile on his face.
“I need a girl’s perspective on things sometimes,” I bashfully reply.
“And you’re going to get Stacey’s perspective? You don’t think that maybe you two are in different worlds when it comes to sex? That girl’s done just about everything, Lola. I’m not sure she’s your best resource.”
“She’s very informative, actually,” I say, pretending to be snippy.
“And are you going to tell her about this little backdoor experiment?” He grins mischievously.
“God, no!” I laugh and shake my head. “When it comes to anything even remotely painful, I take her advice with a grain of salt.”
“A very good call. Stacey’s probably got fucked-up nerve endings with all the shit she can endure pain-wise. Do not listen to what she says about anything pain or BDSM-related.”
“Yeah, definitely not.” I chuckle.
“Take her advice on meditation or how to make veggie meatloaf, but not sex,” he jokes.
“Valid.”
He pauses for a second and then gives me a mischievous look. “Wanna go fuck in the shower?”
“Can you go again?” I ask with shock.
“I’m making up for all those days we missed when you were sick.” He shrugs.
He sits up and takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom. I probably won’t even be able to walk by the end of this day, but it will be totally worth it! I missed this, and I’m really glad I’m well enough to do resume our usual sex-a-thon.
Chapter 17
James
A COUPLE DAYS AGO, I had an idea. Some might call it crazy. Some might say it was impulsive and irresponsible, but people have said that stuff about me my whole life. Yes, this was rather spontaneous, but once I decided, I put a lot of thought into it. Now I’m totally excited to reveal it to the person who would appreciate it the most.
I’m all smiles as I burst in the door. Lola’s at the kitchen table with her laptop, presumably job searching, since I know she wants to get back to work after the wedding. I sit down across from her, keeping my jacket on so sh
e won’t suspect anything until I’m ready to show her my surprise.
“What’s up?” she asks me suspiciously.
“I’m crazy about you.”
“Okay,” she replies, squinting at me.
“I did something.”
“James, is this something where I’m going to have to provide you an alibi?” she asks, her smile wide.
“No.”
“Then what’s with the dramatic intro?”
“I want to set it up before I show you.”
“Show me? Okay, what did you do?” She cocks her head to the side.
“As you know, I’m insanely in love with you. Obviously, marriage is a permanent commitment, a promise that we’ll be devoted to each other for the rest of our lives.”
“Okay.” I’ve definitely piqued her interest.
“But I wanted something more. I wanted something besides just a ring to show everyone that you are the fuckin’ one for me.”
“All right.” More suspicious squinting.
“So, I did something permanent.”
“Oh, God, James,” she says, covering her mouth with both hands.
“And I got this,” I say, taking off my jacket.
“Oh, my God, you didn’t!” she gasps when I hold out my arm.
Right there on the inside of my left forearm is my brand spankin’ new tattoo. It’s something just for her: a cupcake. I went American Traditional style with a thick outline and a swoopy banner across the middle that says her name. It’s like something a sailor would get in World War II, but it’s a cupcake with blue frosting instead of an eagle or a pin-up girl.
“Oh. My. God. James.” She’s examining it closely and giggling with giddy surprise.
“I didn’t just want to get your name, and I wanted something that would make you smile,” I explain.
She’s certainly smiling right now. “You’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
“Maybe.” I shrug.
“But, I have to admit, I like it,” she says, looking at it again.
“Good. I was going to freak out if you weren’t into it.”
“It’s insane, but I’m into it. You’re this big, imposing badass with a fucking cupcake tattooed on your arm.”
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