Chapter 18 #2
Lola looked down. She was still fully clothed, while Renee was in her underwear.
“I’m sorry, I forgot … Oh.” Lola trailed off as Renee slid off the end of the bed and sank to her knees in front of her.
Renee took Lola’s right ankle in her grasp.
Lola was wearing some kind of designer hiking boot, and tomorrow, Renee would tease her about that, verbally.
Now, she was going to tease her in an entirely different way.
Slowly, keeping her eyes on Lola’s as much as she could, Renee worked open the knot of her shoelace.
“I can take off my own shoes.” Lola’s voice carried the hint of a nervous laugh, but her gaze was skimming over Renee’s kneeling form.
“I know,” Renee said. “But can you let me do it for you?”
Renee slipped her fingers a few inches up the opening of Lola’s jeans to caress the skin there. Lola’s nervous smile was gone. She held her lip between her teeth. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, and her eyes fixed on Renee, darkly curious.
Lola nodded.
“Thank you.” Renee’s voice was so low, it rasped against her throat.
She pulled Lola’s boot free, then her sock.
She kept her palm against the top of Lola’s foot, fingertips teasing her ankle, as she moved to the other side.
Once that boot was on the floor, Renee slid her hands up Lola’s denim-clad shins, to her knees.
She spread them with gentle pressure and settled herself in the space between them.
“That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was,” Lola murmured, her chest rising and falling.
Renee eased her palms up to Lola’s thighs, until her fingers twisted into the belt loops of her jeans. “Can I?”
“Yes,” Lola breathed.
Renee opened the button and zipper. Lola lifted her hips. Renee slid the jeans down. She tossed them away, then took her time trailing her fingers and palms along Lola’s soft skin. Still kneeling, she brushed the crease of Lola’s thighs, then swept her hands back to the firm globes of her ass.
Lola’s hands fisted in the duvet.
Renee pressed her body against Lola’s legs, letting Lola’s skin touch hers wherever she could. She bowed down to kiss the inside of her knee, then the rounded tops of her thighs, stopping to rest her cheek a mere inch from where Lola’s panties covered her. Wetness had soaked them through.
Renee’s eyes fluttered closed, and she drew a long, deep breath.
Lola’s scent hit her like the rush of blood to her head, intoxicating and thick and sweet.
Renee cursed with pleasure as her body arched involuntarily into Lola’s.
Her grip on Lola’s ass was so firm, Renee felt it when the muscles flexed to meet her.
Renee wanted to bury her face in Lola. She wanted to haul Lola off this bed, rip her panties off, and feel Lola’s thighs straddling her cheeks, then work her until she was shaking and boneless. Renee wanted it so badly, her jaw was quivering.
But this wasn’t about what Renee wanted.
Renee would have spent the rest of the night with her face in Lola’s pussy, but she was afraid that if she suggested it, Lola might agree just to please her.
She could feel that Lola had tensed a little, even as she was obviously enjoying the attention.
Renee didn’t want Lola to agree. She wanted Lola to want.
They had time to figure it out. Lola was a perfectionist, but Renee was just as dedicated to her craft.
Renee inhaled a final pull of Lola’s scent, then raised her head and stood—taking the hem of Lola’s shirt with her.
Though still in her bralette and panties, Lola looked up at Renee as undone as she had the night after the wedding.
She held her lip in her teeth, her breathing short.
Her nipples strained against the black lace.
Renee grazed the back of her knuckles over them.
Lola’s breath caught in her throat as she surged forward into Renee’s light touch.
Renee grinned. “You liked that?”
Lola answered by tearing the bralette over her head and pulling Renee’s hands to her breasts. Renee rolled Lola’s nipples between her fingers. Lola’s face crumpled as she whined with pleasure. Lower, Lola’s thighs pressed together, seeking friction.
“Do you remember our first night together, how you were touching yourself while you went down on me?”
Lola nodded.
Renee kept her fingers toying with Lola’s nipples, firing sparks of pleasure through her.
“Can you do that now?”
Lola’s hand shot to her pussy. Her hips canted off the bed as she rubbed at her clit. As she got closer, her breathing went ragged, and she pressed her face into Renee’s stomach.
“That’s it,” Renee breathed. “Just like that.”
Lola snaked her free hand around and sank it into Renee’s ass, pulling her against her. Fuck, that was hot. She couldn’t see Lola’s face but could feel her hot breath—could hear how completely wet she was. She was still teasing Lola’s nipples, and they were rock hard.
“You’re doing so good. I can tell you’re close.”
Lola’s body rocked. “I am,” she choked out.
“Tell me how close.”
“I’m so—I’m almost—”
Renee wove a hand into Lola’s hair. She wanted to see Lola’s face as she orgasmed—it would probably push Renee over the edge again herself—but she wasn’t sure if Lola would want that.
“Then come for me.”
Lola jerked, gasped, then whimpered. Her body went rigid, arching into Renee’s. Renee bit into her own cheek as Lola cried out once, then again, and with a final shiver, went limp against her.
W HEN R ENEE CAME back from the kitchen with two glasses of water, Lola’s hair was splayed across the pillow.
Her eyes were closed, her expression relaxed.
A sheen of sweat glistened over her chest. Renee’s heart stuttered to see her like that—not only gorgeous and half-naked, but languid and easy, all the rigid scaffolding of Lola Gray cast off and scattered across the bedroom floor or left back in Los Angeles. Just Lo.
Renee knew she’d do anything to keep her feeling like that.
Then Lola opened her eyes. Her gaze slid over Renee, still standing in the doorway.
“What’s wrong?” Lola asked.
“Nothing. Everything’s perfect.”
“Then stop staring at me and come here.” Lola licked her lips. “I’ll go slower this time. If you’re ready again.”
Renee absolutely was.