soft against my face, and I run my palm along his jaw.
He pulls back, staring down at me, then kisses my nose, and stands, unfastening his jeans, and kicking them off.
His erection springs free, long and hard. He takes it in his hand, and strokes it as I gaze up at him, my lips parted.
“Pull off the shirt, pretty girl. Show me that body.”
I grab the hem, and wiggle it over me head, tossing it aside. I stare up at him in nothing but my lace panties.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs low.
I hold my hand out to him, missing the heat of his body weighing me down, but he shakes his head, and drops to his knees instead. With a palm on the inside of each of my knees, he shoves them apart.
I plant the soles of my feet on the bedspread as his palms stroke up my thighs, taking their sweet time, and drawing out my anticipation. I want his touch so badly, but he makes me wait; makes both of us wait.
I stutter in a breath, my belly quivering.
Finally, he reaches the apex, his hands stopping at the crease of my thighs, and his thumbs gently brush over my panties.
I moan, lifting my hips toward his touch; wanting more, more pressure, more speed, more everything.
I feel a flood of wetness drench down.
He dips his head, pressing a soft kiss to my panties and inhaling deeply.
“Fuck,” he growls, and curls his fingers around the fabric at both hips, and drags the lace down my legs. He turns, tucking them in his jean pocket.
I grin. “What are you doing?”
“A memento.”
I chuckle. “You’re keeping them?”
“Yup.”
He resumes his place, and this time his thumbs brush directly over my bare pussy lips.
“Oh, God,” I moan, my head rearing back in the pillow.
“Look at me, Lola. Watch me. I want to read every emotion in your eyes.”
I meet his glittering dark eyes in the dim light, and watch as he dips his head, never breaking our gaze, and runs the flat of his tongue across me.
I gasp in a breath at the incredible sensation, his beard brushing against my sensitized skin making it all the more erotic.
He presses kisses up both thighs, and I swear he’s doing it because it’s driving me crazy with need. He’s touching everywhere but where I need it most. He watches me, knowing exactly how he’s affecting me, and loving every second of it.
“Memphis,” I whisper.
“You want something, pretty girl?”
“Yes, touch me.”
“Like this?” The callused pads of his big thumbs stroke over me again and again.
“God, yes.”
He makes circular motions, rubbing and seeking, until he teases my clit out of hiding, pulsing and throbbing.
“There it is.”
He dips his head and licks, toying with it with his tongue, and I almost come off the bed.
He pins me down with his big hands on my hips, and his elbows spread my thighs until I’m immobile, and at his mercy. Then he settles in, and licks, and toys, and plays with me until I’m pleading for relief.
I can feel the wetness flowing from my pussy, and finally he thrusts two fingers inside me, curling and seeking out that sweet spot that drives me wild. When he finds it, he doesn’t let up, pressing against it while he swirls his thumb around my clit faster and faster, until I’m about to orgasm.
“You close, princess?” His voice is hoarse with his own need, and it thrills me to know how much I’ve affected him.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Come for me, Lola.”
At the last syllable of my name, I splinter into a million shattering pieces, like fireworks lighting up the sky, and his mouth comes down on me to suck, and his fingers deep inside me push hard on that little trigger, intensifying the orgasm like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I gasp and moan and writhe, throwing my head back, and arching my spine, my breasts thrust up in the air.
He works me over and over until I gently float back to earth, my breathing sawing in and out of me.
“Beautiful,” he growls, moving over me. He takes his big hard cock in his hand, and swirls the head around in my wet release, and it is such an exquisite sensation, I moan.
“Put your arms around me, princess.”
I do as he commands, and he sinks inside me with one hard thrust. He’s big, and it’s a tight fit.
“Goddamn,” he growls deep, pushing his hips against my thighs, locking us together as tight as we can go. “Heaven. Fucking heaven.”
I hold